The epicenter was in Guanacaste, a neighboring province, but the quake was felt all throughout Costa Rica and Central America. |
In other news, the after school program is still going really well. We've seen a lot of positive changes already in many of the kids we've been working with behavior and confidence wise. While the stereotypes of Ticos being unreliable (showing up on "Tico Time" or not at all) has definitely been a challenge for me in recruiting volunteers, I am blessed to have a solid group of about 10 moms who consistently help me and often bring me their own ideas and initiatives without me asking. That makes me really hopeful about making the program a permanent thing, especially since my host mom recently told me she has a connection to the president of the town association, who could donate a piece of land that we could then use to collaborate with the parents to build a permanent space for the program. In addition, since I started the program I have started to feel very much a part of my community. The other day, my host mom made a joke that I need to start carrying a flag that says "Hola" around town, because so many kids and their parents come up to greet me. I am so lucky to have so many new friends in these beautiful children.
I'm so blessed to have so many cherished kids in my life, here and at home <3 |
Now for some interesting cultural trivia...Macha or Machita is a word used here to refer to blonde people, specifically gringos. Surprisingly, I get called this a LOT. I can't tell you how many times I'm walking down the street and hear someone say, "Hola Machita," or "Buenos Dias Machita." It's always kind of weird cause I don't consider myself blonde. But I guess compared to most Ticas, I look blonde.
Another interesting thing I noticed at my after school program is how the Ticos will nod at you and it means they want you to go over to them. Instead of waving you over or saying come here, the kids will always say "Teacher," and nod at me. It took me a few times to figure it out, but that means come here apparently.
Last Saturday, Sept. 15, was Costa Rica's Independence Day. It was a really wonderful celebration, and it was also just what I needed to show me that I really am integrating and making connections here, since I had been feeling pretty homesick the week before. On the 14th, the Ticos in my community made their way to Quepos with beautiful, homemade (and occasionally store-bought) faroles (lanterns). There is a contest to judge the best farol, and everyone takes a stroll around the town for the desfile (parade) de los faroles. The whole thing was really beautiful and reminded me of the lantern scene from the Disney movie Tangled -- obviously the BEST part! (anyone know what I'm talking about here??)
Gabriel and his friend with their faroles :) |
Desfile de los faroles - hard to get a good shot at night! |
I swear it was more like this in person! |
The next day, there is a big parade through Quepos where all the kids participate, whether by playing in a band, carrying a flag, dancing, etc. It was really similar to the parades we have in the US on the Fourth of July.
Some of my students in the parade! |
Lately I have been comparing my experience here to my experience in Spain. As beautiful as my time in Spain was, I think I have come to love Costa Rica in a different, deeper way. Don't get me wrong, Salamanca is still the most beautiful place I have ever been or probably ever will go, but I think the way I have come to see Costa Rica versus Spain is like loving an imperfect person, flaws and all, versus an infatuation with someone you don't know that well yet. In Spain, I wanted very badly for everything to be perfect, to be happy all the time, to enjoy every minute and have a storybook experience. In a lot of ways, I got what I wanted, but at the same time, I didn't fully engage with the Spanish culture, speak the language enough, or get to know a more well-rounded version of Spain. I spent four months as a bit of a tourist, even though I was taking classes. Here, I strive daily NOT to look like a tourist, speak nothing but Spanish, climb rocky, muddy, pot-holey streets to work, deal with "Tico time," machismo, etc. on a daily basis. And I benefit from the kindness and generosity of the Ticos, their relaxed, stress-free attitude about a lot of things, the yummy albeit unhealthy food, my host family, etc. It's not just an infatuation; I love this country, flaws and all.
Me alegro que estes disfrutando tu tiempo alla!!
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