Three lives in three countries: Spain, Senegal and Chile. Look back at my chronicles of crazy adventure, introspection, love and confusion. It's just the journey of a young Californian gal who's getting a taste of the world, but it's also so much more...
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Fotos! School, cityscape, and friends.
Tragedy.
I have some sad news to share with all of you; my eldest host brother, Pepe, has been diagnosed with cancer. At the age of 34, he has a wife and three children who, among his other family members, will be experiencing a very rough time during these next few months.
If you would like to share your well-wishes with them, you can send me a message on my blog, email, or facebook. Alternatively, you may send it to them directly at this address:
Jorge y Patricia Yany González
4 Oriente 1153-10
Viña del Mar
Chile
Keep in mind that this is not the same as my mailing address.
Thank you for your kind thoughts.
If you would like to share your well-wishes with them, you can send me a message on my blog, email, or facebook. Alternatively, you may send it to them directly at this address:
Jorge y Patricia Yany González
4 Oriente 1153-10
Viña del Mar
Chile
Keep in mind that this is not the same as my mailing address.
Thank you for your kind thoughts.
Friday, March 19, 2010
An Interview: My Study Abroad Experience
Hello all!
A lovely gal from my college recently wrote me to ask a few questions about my experience abroad and I thought I'd share my answers with all of you:
1. Why did you choose Scripps for a college? Was availability of OCS options a factor at all?
I chose Scripps because I felt so at home the moment I stepped on campus. I love the people and the Core program was everything I wanted in a Freshman program. Yes, having access to various study abroad programs was critical to my college choice, as I knew during my application process that I would spend a full year abroad during college.
2. Did you know that you wanted to study abroad when you came to Scripps?
Yes. I studied in Spain during my last semester of high school, and upon completing that semester I realized two things; 1) I knew I wanted to spend my entire Junior Year abroad, and 2) I became certain that I simply had to learn a third language. I felt that Europe was far too familiar after the time I had spent there, so my mind turned immediately to Africa –a place where I would be put far out of my comfort zone and never, for the life of me, be able to blend in. Because of this desire to spend time in Africa, I chose French as my third language. However, I’ve had a long-standing desire to learn Chinese, which I may begin this semester.
3. When did you decide that you wanted to be a foreign languages major?
Well, upon entering Scripps, I had every intention of being a Biology major. But as I realized that taking two languages simultaneously and going abroad for a full year would be rather hectic in conjunction with a biology major, I decided to switch tracks and go with what I’m most passionate for: languages.
4. What do you plan on doing in the future (if you know) with your foreign language background?
My original intention for learning languages was to be able to communicate with a broader spectrum of people, to be able to delve into a variety of cultures in a way that is impossible with a language barrier, and to travel. Now, I have done a great deal of traveling and have experienced first hand the delights of communicating with someone in their native tongue. Their eyes light up and suddenly new realms of conversation are unlocked that were previously forbidden. Literal and metaphorical doors are opened as people invite you in for tea and ask for you life story. It is quite inspiring, actually. In this way, I intend to continue using my languages; as an avenue for communication, personal growth, and learning. Professionally, I assume that languages will be useful in any domain, however my eye is currently turned back to the sciences and medicine in particular.
5. Had you traveled abroad before this year?
As I mentioned before, I spent spring semester of my senior year in high school in Alicante, Spain. I also spent a month during the summer in Granada, Spain and have made several un-academic trips to diverse locations, including, India, Thailand, and Italy.
6. Why did you choose these two particular programs--especially the one in Senegal which many people might not have thought of as a first choice of place to study French.
Well, as I said, I wanted to experience a culture that was completely different from anything I had known in the US or Europe. I chose my study of French based on my desire to study in Africa, recognizing that this choice would also help me obliterate a smidgeon of my ignorance concerning that part of the world. Choosing Senegal was a sort of process of elimination; there are only two francophone African programs offered through Scripps, the first in Madagascar and the second in Senegal. Senegal is the only one that provides students with the opportunity to live in a host family, which I consider critical to greater cultural immersion and learning. So, that is how I ended up in a country that I knew virtually nothing about and, sadly, had to look up on a map during my application process. As for Chile, I wanted to use my Spanish and ultimately found that this program and one in Mendoza, Argentina fit my desire for a smaller city with a breadth of course options. In the end, I opted for Valparaíso because of the wonderful art classes offered here. I’m very pleased with both of my choices.
7. Can you tell me a little about your experience in Africa? What were some of the highlights? Did you speak exclusively French? What were living conditions like? How were you received there?
I was received very warmly by my host family in Senegal. The entire culture prides itself on what they term “teranga,” or an openhearted embracing of everyone into their homes and daily lives. In this way, I received several invitations to dine with a host of kind people and had many wonderful conversation with cab drivers and street vendors. However, there are also pervasive stereotypes of “western” foreigners and white foreigners particularly. We are, generally, conceived of as walking money-bags, and are sometimes treated as such; it was oftentimes difficult to make friends out of acquaintances because ulterior motives would sometimes surface in their behaviors. Nonetheless, I find Senegalese culture to be something vibrant, proud, fascinating, welcoming, joyful, and diverse. The experience and understanding I gained there was invaluable.
As for living conditions, I showered out of a bucket of cold water, slept in small but comfortable quarters with a fan as the only air-conditioning system, and ate delicious, rich food out of a common bowl with three generations of family members. The key here, though, is that I had that bucket, those quarters, that fan, and all of that food. I felt incredibly privileged every moment of every day. My family even honored my vegetarian tendencies, although they didn’t entirely understand why I would voluntarily limit my diet, leaving out the most highly esteemed part of each meal; when the majority of people are without work and starvation is visible, nobody forgoes the meat set before them.
I did not speak French exclusively, due in large part to the fact that I was in a program with fifty other American students, taking classes exclusively with them and going on regular pre-orchestrated trips with them. I am rather disappointed that I didn’t vow to speak only French and stick to it, which is why I have decided to do so here in Chile. English may be a linguistic comfort food for exchange students, but I won’t have any of it! Besides using English, I also spoke a great deal of Wolof –at least as I came to be able to speak it more and more. I conversed in Wolof with my street friends and during my Wolof class, although my host family didn’t really have the patience for my haphazard Wolof during meals, which was our prime time together.
I’d say the highlight of my experience in Senegal was sitting out along the roadside on makeshift seats with my dear friend Sadio and our American buddy, Andy. Sadio was our informal Wolof prof, selling cookies and cigarettes to passersby between lessons. He taught us the Senegalese way to make “ataya,” or tea, by making a strong brew with heaps of sugar. The key was mixing in the sugar by pouring tea from one cup to another, letting the tea fall as far as you possibly could, until a light froth settled at the top of your steaming, glass cup. Many a sunset was spent laughing with our Sadio -over excellent tea.
8. Did you have some time at home before going to Chile?
Yes, I had two months between my programs. I spent my first month traveling through Portugal, Spain, and Morocco and my second home with my lovely family.
9. I heard that your trip to South America was delayed because of the earthquake. Are there other ways your experience was affected by the earthquake? Have you been involved in any relief efforts? What is your situation like there?
Well, thus far the earthquake has colored my entire experience here. Of course, I did arrive a week later than planned because of it, but also my orientation was shortened and permeated by more frequent earthquake and tsunami precaution lectures than one might expect under normal circumstances. Most notably, my first day in Chile was marked by a tsunami alert in my city of Viña del Mar, so immediately from the bus station I was taken up into one of the nearby hills as part of the general evacuation. It was quite a welcome to this country! As for relief efforts, I gathered supplies from my hometown during that extra week and brought 53 lb of it over as a part of my luggage. This week I will be dropping it off at a church with my host parents and, from there, it will be taken further south. As for the situation here, we’ve been having frequent mild aftershocks that aren’t particularly bothersome. Some of the buildings around the city are cracked or falling apart, so some are closed and others are taped off. One of the university buildings is no longer usable, but the others have all been thoroughly inspected to ensure the safety of the students. The people are frightened and, above all during the tsunami alert, everyone was trying to gain contact with their family. Frantically, everyone used their cell phones simultaneously and, thus, the whole network collapsed. It was very stressful for everyone. But now, everything feels quite calm. I’m sure that it is not the same in the epicenter city of Concepcion. Everyone is very worried about the people there, moreover because we all have family and friends there.
10. Can you email me some photos of both your Senegal and your Chile experiences?
Of course. :-)
A lovely gal from my college recently wrote me to ask a few questions about my experience abroad and I thought I'd share my answers with all of you:
1. Why did you choose Scripps for a college? Was availability of OCS options a factor at all?
I chose Scripps because I felt so at home the moment I stepped on campus. I love the people and the Core program was everything I wanted in a Freshman program. Yes, having access to various study abroad programs was critical to my college choice, as I knew during my application process that I would spend a full year abroad during college.
2. Did you know that you wanted to study abroad when you came to Scripps?
Yes. I studied in Spain during my last semester of high school, and upon completing that semester I realized two things; 1) I knew I wanted to spend my entire Junior Year abroad, and 2) I became certain that I simply had to learn a third language. I felt that Europe was far too familiar after the time I had spent there, so my mind turned immediately to Africa –a place where I would be put far out of my comfort zone and never, for the life of me, be able to blend in. Because of this desire to spend time in Africa, I chose French as my third language. However, I’ve had a long-standing desire to learn Chinese, which I may begin this semester.
3. When did you decide that you wanted to be a foreign languages major?
Well, upon entering Scripps, I had every intention of being a Biology major. But as I realized that taking two languages simultaneously and going abroad for a full year would be rather hectic in conjunction with a biology major, I decided to switch tracks and go with what I’m most passionate for: languages.
4. What do you plan on doing in the future (if you know) with your foreign language background?
My original intention for learning languages was to be able to communicate with a broader spectrum of people, to be able to delve into a variety of cultures in a way that is impossible with a language barrier, and to travel. Now, I have done a great deal of traveling and have experienced first hand the delights of communicating with someone in their native tongue. Their eyes light up and suddenly new realms of conversation are unlocked that were previously forbidden. Literal and metaphorical doors are opened as people invite you in for tea and ask for you life story. It is quite inspiring, actually. In this way, I intend to continue using my languages; as an avenue for communication, personal growth, and learning. Professionally, I assume that languages will be useful in any domain, however my eye is currently turned back to the sciences and medicine in particular.
5. Had you traveled abroad before this year?
As I mentioned before, I spent spring semester of my senior year in high school in Alicante, Spain. I also spent a month during the summer in Granada, Spain and have made several un-academic trips to diverse locations, including, India, Thailand, and Italy.
6. Why did you choose these two particular programs--especially the one in Senegal which many people might not have thought of as a first choice of place to study French.
Well, as I said, I wanted to experience a culture that was completely different from anything I had known in the US or Europe. I chose my study of French based on my desire to study in Africa, recognizing that this choice would also help me obliterate a smidgeon of my ignorance concerning that part of the world. Choosing Senegal was a sort of process of elimination; there are only two francophone African programs offered through Scripps, the first in Madagascar and the second in Senegal. Senegal is the only one that provides students with the opportunity to live in a host family, which I consider critical to greater cultural immersion and learning. So, that is how I ended up in a country that I knew virtually nothing about and, sadly, had to look up on a map during my application process. As for Chile, I wanted to use my Spanish and ultimately found that this program and one in Mendoza, Argentina fit my desire for a smaller city with a breadth of course options. In the end, I opted for Valparaíso because of the wonderful art classes offered here. I’m very pleased with both of my choices.
7. Can you tell me a little about your experience in Africa? What were some of the highlights? Did you speak exclusively French? What were living conditions like? How were you received there?
I was received very warmly by my host family in Senegal. The entire culture prides itself on what they term “teranga,” or an openhearted embracing of everyone into their homes and daily lives. In this way, I received several invitations to dine with a host of kind people and had many wonderful conversation with cab drivers and street vendors. However, there are also pervasive stereotypes of “western” foreigners and white foreigners particularly. We are, generally, conceived of as walking money-bags, and are sometimes treated as such; it was oftentimes difficult to make friends out of acquaintances because ulterior motives would sometimes surface in their behaviors. Nonetheless, I find Senegalese culture to be something vibrant, proud, fascinating, welcoming, joyful, and diverse. The experience and understanding I gained there was invaluable.
As for living conditions, I showered out of a bucket of cold water, slept in small but comfortable quarters with a fan as the only air-conditioning system, and ate delicious, rich food out of a common bowl with three generations of family members. The key here, though, is that I had that bucket, those quarters, that fan, and all of that food. I felt incredibly privileged every moment of every day. My family even honored my vegetarian tendencies, although they didn’t entirely understand why I would voluntarily limit my diet, leaving out the most highly esteemed part of each meal; when the majority of people are without work and starvation is visible, nobody forgoes the meat set before them.
I did not speak French exclusively, due in large part to the fact that I was in a program with fifty other American students, taking classes exclusively with them and going on regular pre-orchestrated trips with them. I am rather disappointed that I didn’t vow to speak only French and stick to it, which is why I have decided to do so here in Chile. English may be a linguistic comfort food for exchange students, but I won’t have any of it! Besides using English, I also spoke a great deal of Wolof –at least as I came to be able to speak it more and more. I conversed in Wolof with my street friends and during my Wolof class, although my host family didn’t really have the patience for my haphazard Wolof during meals, which was our prime time together.
I’d say the highlight of my experience in Senegal was sitting out along the roadside on makeshift seats with my dear friend Sadio and our American buddy, Andy. Sadio was our informal Wolof prof, selling cookies and cigarettes to passersby between lessons. He taught us the Senegalese way to make “ataya,” or tea, by making a strong brew with heaps of sugar. The key was mixing in the sugar by pouring tea from one cup to another, letting the tea fall as far as you possibly could, until a light froth settled at the top of your steaming, glass cup. Many a sunset was spent laughing with our Sadio -over excellent tea.
8. Did you have some time at home before going to Chile?
Yes, I had two months between my programs. I spent my first month traveling through Portugal, Spain, and Morocco and my second home with my lovely family.
9. I heard that your trip to South America was delayed because of the earthquake. Are there other ways your experience was affected by the earthquake? Have you been involved in any relief efforts? What is your situation like there?
Well, thus far the earthquake has colored my entire experience here. Of course, I did arrive a week later than planned because of it, but also my orientation was shortened and permeated by more frequent earthquake and tsunami precaution lectures than one might expect under normal circumstances. Most notably, my first day in Chile was marked by a tsunami alert in my city of Viña del Mar, so immediately from the bus station I was taken up into one of the nearby hills as part of the general evacuation. It was quite a welcome to this country! As for relief efforts, I gathered supplies from my hometown during that extra week and brought 53 lb of it over as a part of my luggage. This week I will be dropping it off at a church with my host parents and, from there, it will be taken further south. As for the situation here, we’ve been having frequent mild aftershocks that aren’t particularly bothersome. Some of the buildings around the city are cracked or falling apart, so some are closed and others are taped off. One of the university buildings is no longer usable, but the others have all been thoroughly inspected to ensure the safety of the students. The people are frightened and, above all during the tsunami alert, everyone was trying to gain contact with their family. Frantically, everyone used their cell phones simultaneously and, thus, the whole network collapsed. It was very stressful for everyone. But now, everything feels quite calm. I’m sure that it is not the same in the epicenter city of Concepcion. Everyone is very worried about the people there, moreover because we all have family and friends there.
10. Can you email me some photos of both your Senegal and your Chile experiences?
Of course. :-)
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Fotos! Parents and Preschools.
Being.
Here is a place where magenta, lime, and melon houses checker the creams and whites. A place where a boyfriend is a pololo and a light, autumn breeze caresses your cheek on a warm day in March. The people are cariñosos and the avocados abound, served on toast at most every meal of the day. The bureaucracy can be stifling and the boys sometimes whistle, but looking out over the active city with its happy port from atop one of the various cerros –or hills- you can’t help but smile a little smile and sway inside yourself.
This has been my first of many weeks in Chile; smelling, touching, laughing, harrumphing. Wondering when my classes will make up their mind and just stick to one schedule already, avidly devouring choclo, humedas, and ciruelas –roughly translated as corn, tamales, and plums, and coming to know my delightful host parents who so lovingly include me in their daily endeavors. We’ve shared several meals, gone to the mall, talked with Robert on skype [ ;-) ], gone to a tea party at the neighbor’s house, looked over my endless photos of family and travels, and conversed at great length. I feel quite at home here, lacking only certain poochie-loving goofballs, raspberry-receiving adolescents, world-traipsing Omas, ever-huggable mamás, and orange-juice bathed someones.
As for school, I’m currently enrolled for my required Spanish class, two art classes –the first involving stamping and the second drawing, an internship class working with kids in a nearby community, and a biology class. The biology class might be cellular, but then again it might end up being anatomy. I’ll be attending various classes in the meantime, as I search out one that works for me and my schedule. I’m also enrolled in a 2 credit course of Into to Mandarin Chinese as well as a psych course entitled “Leadership and Coaching.” If I really like those courses, then I’ll simply volunteer for the internship and forgo the credit, opting for Chinese and psych instead.
My classes are scattered about the city, providing me with ample opportunity to get lost or take the wrong micro, or bus. But have no fear! I shall sally forth and brave the wild furrows and crescents of this intrepid city! I shall take the wrong bus no more than once a day and go where no Davisite has gone before! As you can see, I am quite optimistic about my future ventures, even if registration resulted in a short facebook rant. The upside of taking the wrong bus is that I get to take a nice promenade through lovely parts of the city that I have not yet explored. Jolly good, those walks! In fact, I purposefully exited my bus a few blocks early on my way home today for the express purpose of cheerfully accepting the sun’s rays.
Well, that golden orb does shine a little more brightly here, and the night sky looks a little strange even to such a novice star-gazer as myself, but this place is still just like any other; unique, beautiful, jam-packed with interesting, caring people, and unknowable in its entirety to a foreigner. Nonetheless, it should be lovely unraveling a few of those unknowns throughout the upcoming months.
Love and peace,
Jocelyn
PS Along with Kate, another girl from my program, I have decided to speak exclusively Spanish while I'm in Chile. At first, we were concerned that we'd be alienated from the other students because of this choice; as a exchange student in a strange culture far away from everyone you know and love, English becomes a linguistic comfort food. However, after no time at all, everyone became accustomed to our choice, and now they speak to us in whichever language they prefer, and we respond in Spanish. It is lovely!
PPS Te quiero.
This has been my first of many weeks in Chile; smelling, touching, laughing, harrumphing. Wondering when my classes will make up their mind and just stick to one schedule already, avidly devouring choclo, humedas, and ciruelas –roughly translated as corn, tamales, and plums, and coming to know my delightful host parents who so lovingly include me in their daily endeavors. We’ve shared several meals, gone to the mall, talked with Robert on skype [ ;-) ], gone to a tea party at the neighbor’s house, looked over my endless photos of family and travels, and conversed at great length. I feel quite at home here, lacking only certain poochie-loving goofballs, raspberry-receiving adolescents, world-traipsing Omas, ever-huggable mamás, and orange-juice bathed someones.
As for school, I’m currently enrolled for my required Spanish class, two art classes –the first involving stamping and the second drawing, an internship class working with kids in a nearby community, and a biology class. The biology class might be cellular, but then again it might end up being anatomy. I’ll be attending various classes in the meantime, as I search out one that works for me and my schedule. I’m also enrolled in a 2 credit course of Into to Mandarin Chinese as well as a psych course entitled “Leadership and Coaching.” If I really like those courses, then I’ll simply volunteer for the internship and forgo the credit, opting for Chinese and psych instead.
My classes are scattered about the city, providing me with ample opportunity to get lost or take the wrong micro, or bus. But have no fear! I shall sally forth and brave the wild furrows and crescents of this intrepid city! I shall take the wrong bus no more than once a day and go where no Davisite has gone before! As you can see, I am quite optimistic about my future ventures, even if registration resulted in a short facebook rant. The upside of taking the wrong bus is that I get to take a nice promenade through lovely parts of the city that I have not yet explored. Jolly good, those walks! In fact, I purposefully exited my bus a few blocks early on my way home today for the express purpose of cheerfully accepting the sun’s rays.
Well, that golden orb does shine a little more brightly here, and the night sky looks a little strange even to such a novice star-gazer as myself, but this place is still just like any other; unique, beautiful, jam-packed with interesting, caring people, and unknowable in its entirety to a foreigner. Nonetheless, it should be lovely unraveling a few of those unknowns throughout the upcoming months.
Love and peace,
Jocelyn
PS Along with Kate, another girl from my program, I have decided to speak exclusively Spanish while I'm in Chile. At first, we were concerned that we'd be alienated from the other students because of this choice; as a exchange student in a strange culture far away from everyone you know and love, English becomes a linguistic comfort food. However, after no time at all, everyone became accustomed to our choice, and now they speak to us in whichever language they prefer, and we respond in Spanish. It is lovely!
PPS Te quiero.
Thursday, March 11, 2010
Day One: Where do you find a downy bower in the midst of an earthquake?!
A haze of fatigue lingers over my mind, like a constant drip IV seeping sleepiness into my veins. I cannot say the same for the two women in the car with me; they are pumped full of adrenaline and chattering away in Spanish as they attempt to outwit the downed phone lines and achieve a few phone calls. With so many frantic people dialing up on their cell phones, the entire network is jammed and the absence of communication terrifies a host of mothers, sons, close friends, and grandfathers who cannot verify the safety of their loved ones. With a 7.2 earthquake and a tsunami on our hands, the “Welcome to Chile” sign has tumbled to the floor and steering wheels guiding us to higher ground have taken center stage. A soft bed will have to wait; we’re on tsunami alert.
Looking out over the red carpet of airport security officials, our heard of bedraggled and travel-weary passengers descended from our winged chase. This royal welcoming party, necessitated by the earthquake’s damaging effects on the terminal, sorted through us, looking for those with connecting flights and guiding us off hastily. The airport seemed normal enough, but as I came through customs, I began to note the closed shops, draped construction sheets, and distant revving of concrete saws. I would later discover that the true damage to this airport had not been structural, but rather the myriad of shattered glass panels that enclosed its entirety. I pushed my cart down the center of the road before the airport, rounded the bend, and came upon a huge tent filled with eager faces and white, lettered signs. “Ah, here awaits the throng that is fenced out of the airport.”
Well, I met up with the Santiago program director and Andy, another weary student traveler like myself, and we made our way by taxi to the bus station. Everything looked so normal that it was difficult to reconcile it with the crumpled buildings I remembered from the internet. We hauled that 53 lb box of aid through the station and off we went on a bus, headed for Viña del Mar where I would be meeting the Valparaiso program director and, then, my host family. Then everything was put into question; a woman received word of a 7.2 earthquake that had hit our destination and she started panicking over the well-being of her children, searching for them frantically in phone call after phone call. The radio came on and we craned our ears toward its warning beeps and alarm messages. The traffic in the opposite direction mounted and knapsack and backpack laden travelers appeared, treading along by foot in t-shirts and suits alike. And yet, we kept pushing forward…against the grain.
Upon our arrival in the bus station, Andy and I ran about searching for our program director (or rather, I sat with the bags and box while Andy ran about on his search mission). We were in the process of problem-solving how to get our hands on a cell phone, since a pay phone is not an option without a few Chilean pesos, when our beloved director and entourage appeared before us a half-hour after our arrival. We were so thankful! It turned out that, as they prepared to pick us up, the alarm sounded and forced them to evacuate. Against protocol, they had come back to retrieve us and carry us up the hill by car to safety. Frankly, we were all safe even on the flatland beside the coast because the water is deep enough to prevent any tsunamis from having a real effect, but when there’s any question in the matter, you play it safe.
And thus have we come full circle; little old me sat in that traffic-weary car feeling, I can only assume, one hundred times more exhausted than the vehicle. Since that moment of exhaustion in the coche, or auto as they call it here, I have been graced with the opportunity to meet my fabulous new host family, eat of their delicious food, partake of a much-needed nap, see the town, and, once again, bless my stomach with Chilean food. I can tell that this will be a wonderful semester.
Hugs and love,
Jocelyn
Looking out over the red carpet of airport security officials, our heard of bedraggled and travel-weary passengers descended from our winged chase. This royal welcoming party, necessitated by the earthquake’s damaging effects on the terminal, sorted through us, looking for those with connecting flights and guiding us off hastily. The airport seemed normal enough, but as I came through customs, I began to note the closed shops, draped construction sheets, and distant revving of concrete saws. I would later discover that the true damage to this airport had not been structural, but rather the myriad of shattered glass panels that enclosed its entirety. I pushed my cart down the center of the road before the airport, rounded the bend, and came upon a huge tent filled with eager faces and white, lettered signs. “Ah, here awaits the throng that is fenced out of the airport.”
Well, I met up with the Santiago program director and Andy, another weary student traveler like myself, and we made our way by taxi to the bus station. Everything looked so normal that it was difficult to reconcile it with the crumpled buildings I remembered from the internet. We hauled that 53 lb box of aid through the station and off we went on a bus, headed for Viña del Mar where I would be meeting the Valparaiso program director and, then, my host family. Then everything was put into question; a woman received word of a 7.2 earthquake that had hit our destination and she started panicking over the well-being of her children, searching for them frantically in phone call after phone call. The radio came on and we craned our ears toward its warning beeps and alarm messages. The traffic in the opposite direction mounted and knapsack and backpack laden travelers appeared, treading along by foot in t-shirts and suits alike. And yet, we kept pushing forward…against the grain.
Upon our arrival in the bus station, Andy and I ran about searching for our program director (or rather, I sat with the bags and box while Andy ran about on his search mission). We were in the process of problem-solving how to get our hands on a cell phone, since a pay phone is not an option without a few Chilean pesos, when our beloved director and entourage appeared before us a half-hour after our arrival. We were so thankful! It turned out that, as they prepared to pick us up, the alarm sounded and forced them to evacuate. Against protocol, they had come back to retrieve us and carry us up the hill by car to safety. Frankly, we were all safe even on the flatland beside the coast because the water is deep enough to prevent any tsunamis from having a real effect, but when there’s any question in the matter, you play it safe.
And thus have we come full circle; little old me sat in that traffic-weary car feeling, I can only assume, one hundred times more exhausted than the vehicle. Since that moment of exhaustion in the coche, or auto as they call it here, I have been graced with the opportunity to meet my fabulous new host family, eat of their delicious food, partake of a much-needed nap, see the town, and, once again, bless my stomach with Chilean food. I can tell that this will be a wonderful semester.
Hugs and love,
Jocelyn
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Chile: My Crumbling Destination
If you had asked me two weeks ago where I would be right at this instant, I probably would have told you that I’d be safely tucked into a bed somewhere slightly north of Santiago, Chile, tuckered out after a long but exciting day of orientation. I would be dreaming of Spanish and imagining my eminent meeting with my host family. I’d be living out of the backpacks at the end of my bunk and everything would be new and thrilling.
Ask me now where I am. I’m not in Chile, and I’m not in bed. If I were, it might be shacking with aftershocks, because only days before my scheduled flight to that South American destination, a terrific and terrible 8.8 earthquake struck Chile. My airplane never took off, and I stayed put in cheerful, comfortable Davis with the strange sensation of being in limbo. That hazy world of uncertainty ended with the rescheduling of my flight for March 10th –a little more than a week after my original departure date. Having spent that week appreciating the company of those I care for, preparing more thoroughly for my big trip, and collecting relief supplies to pack up and fly over, I’m now more ready than ever to be in a place where “hola” sounds more normal than “hello.” And let’s just say that I feel severely deprived of some good, down-to-earth classes and homework. (I know, it’s almost blasphemous that I speak of homework in such a longing tone. Don’t worry; that won’t last long!)
So, orientation will be short and sweet and I’ll be jumping straight into my host family’s lap upon my arrival. Hopefully a nice climbing trip will be quick to follow. :-D We’ll see…
Ask me now where I am. I’m not in Chile, and I’m not in bed. If I were, it might be shacking with aftershocks, because only days before my scheduled flight to that South American destination, a terrific and terrible 8.8 earthquake struck Chile. My airplane never took off, and I stayed put in cheerful, comfortable Davis with the strange sensation of being in limbo. That hazy world of uncertainty ended with the rescheduling of my flight for March 10th –a little more than a week after my original departure date. Having spent that week appreciating the company of those I care for, preparing more thoroughly for my big trip, and collecting relief supplies to pack up and fly over, I’m now more ready than ever to be in a place where “hola” sounds more normal than “hello.” And let’s just say that I feel severely deprived of some good, down-to-earth classes and homework. (I know, it’s almost blasphemous that I speak of homework in such a longing tone. Don’t worry; that won’t last long!)
So, orientation will be short and sweet and I’ll be jumping straight into my host family’s lap upon my arrival. Hopefully a nice climbing trip will be quick to follow. :-D We’ll see…
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