Thursday, December 20, 2012

It's Raining... In the Amazon Rain Forest...


On Thursday the 13th of December, I stayed at home for the afternoon to pack my suitcase full of clothing and bug repellent. I left at 11:30pm to wait at a gas station to catch a bus at midnight—though, it came around 1. With pillow in hand, I fell asleep and woke up a number of times until I woke up at 4:30, at which point, I was unable to sleep more.
We got to the airport in Quito around 7, ate breakfast, got our tickets, worried about our names being spelled wrong, and waited. Emma Yearger passed through security and got on a plane around 11.
We got off the plane around 20 minutes later in El Coca, the capital of Orellanas, and hopped on a bus. In less than 5 minutes, we got to a place where we stopped to eat lunch, change clothes, and pack on the bug repellent. After that, we crossed the street and got in a boat, where we went about 90km east on the Napo River, finally arriving at Sacha Lodge around 4pm.

Day 1
We were told the basic rules, given snacks, chose groups, received rain boots, and sat down for a relaxing few minutes before dinner. We sat in groups, and found out our names; we were called Mono, or Monkey. I was grateful the Monos had a grave desire to speak Spanish as much as English, so I knew my Spanish was not going to suffer when I returned. However, when we got our rooms, there was an odd number of men and women, so I asked to share a room with 2 other girls, rather than be left alone. They offered me a room all by myself, but I’d rather share when I have the ability to spend time with other exchange students.
That night, we went on a night walk at 8, and saw bugs and plants, and tarantulas. So many tarantulas. At the exact moment we made it back to our rooms, it began to rain. At least we had good timing!

Day 2

We woke up at 5:30am and trudged our way down to breakfast at 6. I was overjoyed when I served myself a plate of pancakes, something my family has probably never heard of.
At 6:30, we were heade off on our second adventure: the canopy. I don’t fear animals, blood, or getting burned by the Ecuadorian sun, however, I have a deathly fear of heights. We were probably around 15 stories above the ground on metal towers that were connected by a skinny, shacky, suspension bridge. It was gorgeous, but I would not be likely to do that again (or so I thought…kind of…).
After we walked back, a bunch of us jumped into the black water lagoon. A few of the animals that live in it are sardines, piranhas, and caiman. I fished after climbing out, but had no luck catching anything. I heard that people who catch a piranha get to eat it for their next meal. I wasn’t in the mood for fish, so I guess I was in luck. After, I went to shower, eat lunch, take a nap, and prepare for our next adventure.
We went in a boat for a little while, saw millions of monos, and then got to semi-dry land. We went on a walk where we were supposed to see snakes. I was very disappointed we didn’t. We went back to camp and were denied our request to jump in the lagoon and swim to shore. By 4, when we left, the caiman begin to come out. Apparently, if the piranhas don’t nibble at your toes, the caiman will!
 While the other groups went on night excursions after dinner, I was left completely alone in our cabin. I listened to the jungle until I calmly fell asleep.

Day 3
Once again, we started our day before the sun rose, and were in a boat heading to the Napo River by 6:30. Just as we got to our first destination, it began to rain. The parrots we were supposed to see were trying to keep dry, so I am sad to say, I didn’t see any! After that, we went to a native village where native women live. They showed us two dances, explained type of house they live in, and how they trapped animals. We were allowed to try one trap, which traditionally is a man in a tree with a long hollow stick shooting poison darts at birds. We were allowed to try the non-traditional method on the ground with non-poisoned darts and a fake bird. I was the first to go, and I hit the bird! I believe if the dart wasn’t poisoned, I would have only wounded it.
We got back in time to change before lunch. After eating, I decided to go down to the dock again and began videotaping people jumping into the lagoon. A native guide caught some piranhas, so I was able to realize what I was in the lagoon with. I am just glad they like carne de res more than carne de mi cuerpo! I wasn’t expecting to get in, until I had no time to change, so I jumped into the lake with my clothing. I asked someone to take pictures, and I nearly ran to my room so I wouldn’t be late for our next adventure.
As we crossed the lagoon again, I saw a caiman about 10 feet away from where I had just been swimming, and was glad I got out when I did! We found ourselves at the base of a gigantic tree with a staircase built around it leading almost to the top. We climbed it, and what a view it was. There were some guys who told me it took about 5 seconds for spit to reach the bottom. If that doesn’t tell you how high we were, I would say we were around 10-12 stories above ground. It was beautiful, but the fogged glory had to end as we climbed down. We walked for a few minutes to a zip line. It was no more than a wooden swing and less than a 30 foot wire, and no more than 30 feet above the ground, but nonetheless, being on it for the mere few seconds was a blast. We then went back to the boat and headed back to the hotel.
Once again, our offer to “lighten the load” was refused, but I still got in a shower when we got back. After dinner, we went on a night adventure in the lagoon. We were looking for caiman. The French exchange student next to me grabbed my burned back in fear a number of times, and had no fear shouting “EYES” at every turn. Eventually, the native guide found one, and I was second to spot it. It was the only one we saw that night, but it was amazing to see.

Day 4
We got to sleep in until 6:15, where I took a hot shower and braided my hair, ready to be in a boat, a plane, and on a bus until 9:30 that night. We ate our last meal together as a group, departed to the lagoon, and had one last picture together as a group. I felt it ended too soon as we went back the way we came.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

So much to say, so much time...


The following was written on 11/19/2012.

  They say that after the third month, you can see the change, the real improvement. For some, it's the ability to have a conversation, for others, it's the ability to understand jokes. For me, I can understand at a normal speaking rate. There are still words that I don't understand, and times I have to ask someone to say a word a time or two until it makes sense. However, more often than not, I can understand at a fluent rate. Don't get me wrong, I know I still make mistakes, and am not fluent in Spanish, but in reality, this is not my native language, but I'm working hard each day to learn, to become fluent.
Recently, I asked permission to study other things in school in the classes I don't understand: Physics, Technical Drawings, Civics--like history and government, Language, Investigation, Chemistry, and Lab/Physics. I participate in math, English, and PE. Now, I spend time reviewing parts of Spanish that I still confuse, and try to help the other exchange student. I want to buy a children's book that is around 4th or 5th grade level to read and find complex words.
The other day, I was talking to a priest. He asked many questions, and gave many examples about the USA. A few things that he said were true, that we work too much, spend too little time with family, live a life of work without play. We do it for our children, and they do it for their children. It's an ongoing pattern that I want to change: Work for myself, because it's what I want to do, and get better for my children. And he said something that I liked to hear: religion is a gift that someone finds in themselves; it cannot be forced on someone.
On Friday, we went to a fashion show to raise money for Christmas for children. My sister was a model, and she was gorgeous, as usual. She and my mom really know how to dress. We didn't stay for the after party.
Saturday, I spent time with my first family-the one I left. It was nice to spend time with them, but I really understand why I changed families...
Sunday was the day of a virgin in the catholic religion. We went to Monte Criste to go to a mass. The line was over 5 blocks long to see the virgin, and there was a mass (that most people had to stand to be present) every hour for two days. It was a really pretty church, and the sound it produced when everyone sang... That was the best part for a music nerd.
Thursday is Thanksgiving, and I believe my only plans are to explain what the holiday is, where it originated from, and what it means to me. I might even color something in school that says, "Feliz Dia del Accion Gracias." Friday is my 3 months, and Black Friday. Again, I believe my only plans are to explain what the holiday is, and color something.

The following was written on 11/20/2012.

I've been in 3 car accidents in my life... Well, I consider them car accidents... Anyway, the first was with my dad in the states when we dent the license plate. The second was when my host mom nearly killed a dog, but she didn't. It just walked away with a limp. It gave me a stomach ache. The third... Here is the real story... In Ecuador, there is not "lane" for driving in small cities, just...a lot of people who have little respect for the rules. My sisters and I were going home from our dad's shop, and we took a taxi. The taxi driver had his blinker on to go right, and we were in the right most part of the road. However, apparently there was just enough space for a POLICE motorcycle to pass. We ended up hitting him, even though he was in the wrong. He parked, and we were still sitting in the middle of the intersection, and the taxi driver GOT OUT OF HIS TAXI and then started YELLING at the police officer. Yes, that's right, in the middle of the intersection yelling at the police officer. "The blinker was on! Just look at it!" Over and over! Then, my two sisters started saying, "Here we are, the witnesses that the blinker was on!" A bunch of people were crowded around us by that time. We were still in the middle of the intersection. Then, the police officer just got on his motorcycle with a ticked off look and rode away with shouts from the crowd of "CORRUPT!" flying after him. I got the chance to look at the taxi, and it was a little scratch, but nonetheless, I was shocked at this occurrence! I mean, really, shouting at a police officer, and then him just driving away...So, there is my long story from last night... Learn something new everyday, don't we?
After that shocking event, we saw some people hanging lights on our fake Christmas tree next door, which is where we are making a Christmas scene for the kids. We went and helped for nearly two hours, then stayed and talked before heading off to bed.

The following is written on Thanksgiving Day, 2012.

Today is Thanksgiving. What I learned about being here is he ability to think After explaining the meaning to the country, I was able to reflect on what it means to me: family, food (of course), happiness, and a family card game. Now for the thankfulness: I am grateful to be in Ecuador with my amazing friends and family, the fact that I am alive and living a great life, that school is canceled tomorrow (hey,I have to think like a teenager sometimes) so everyone can study for a college entrance test on Saturday, and so much more. Life is good.

The following was written on 11/27/2012.

I got a package from my mom yesterday! That made me so excited and happy and felt like life was the bomb! It was just what I needed, and the funny thing was I was most excited to see her handwriting... Of everything in the box I wanted, it was her handwriting that made me feel at home and relaxed. Wow, the things you learn to miss while on another continent for three months.

The following was written on 11/28/2012.

Stress exists in every language, every culture, every place in the world. My host sister has been more and more stressed each day since I moved in. I thought it was something wrong between US, because she would only ever play on her phone with a really worried and upset face. Yesterday, she was the only one in the room, and I had to take my nieces baby bag downstairs. I walked in, a bit nervous, and asked, "Is there anything else that goes in here?" She said, "No, just that," but she said it NICELY! I walked to the door and said, "I feel like you're not very stressed today." "No, its been my homework. I didn't have any today. It's just so much!" "Oh! I thought there was something wrong between US!!!" "No! No, no, no!" I nearly broke down crying right there because of how happy that made me. I have been walking on egg shells trying to figure out what was wrong for weeks! She is just so stressed! I hope I never stop talking to people when I get stressed... Gosh, that  sure was a scare!
After this partial scare and relief, we went downstairs to eat and play "Amigos Secretos" which roughly translates to "Secret Santa." I got someone I have NEVER met before, and lives in the USA. It's my...wait, should I be telling you this? Oh well, just...keep it a secret, okay?...sister-in-law's sister. Her name is Josefita. Other than that, I know ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ABOUT HER! What in the world can I get her?! The limit is $20, and it would be really cool for it to be something Ecuadorian that isn't in the states. How does a bunch of plantains sound? Or maybe yuca flour?Hmmm... Jewelry is also pretty cheap here. Well, more so than in the states. I'm not ure what to get her! GAH! Anyone have any ideas?
My mom, with LOADS of help from my sister, Misty, is sending my lots of clothing and Victoria's Secret Lip Gloss. I'm going to sell it to go on the Galapagos trip. I will also gift some of it to my family. Anyway, I have already told two Rotarians about this, and will tell the rest tonight. This club has been so great and so interested in my life.

The following was written on 11/29/2012.

In two weeks tonight, I will be headed to the Amazon! I realized that last night at the Rotary meeting. I can't wait!
That's not all that happened though. In short, Barcelona is the soccer champion in Ecuador. So, of course, EVERYONE (about 70% of the country is a Barcelonista) went in the street and did a caravan. We couldn't get back to the house because they were blocking the way, so we went and waited with the club president and his family. It was about 10 at night, and there was this drunk guy. He decided to come after me. After being turned down by my mother, he waited about fibe minutes and tried to introduce himself to my father. When turned down, the the Rotary Club President. When turned down once more, to me...again. He only stopped bugging us when my mom threatened to call the police. 35ish year old drunk guys should NOT go after 17 year old girls. It's NOT cool. Thank you very much. However, watching the caravan was pretty sweet. There had to be at LEAST 50 motorcycles and 100 cars all gamed to their max holding rate making a ruckus on the streets. It lasted around an hour. Honk!

The following was written on 6/12/2012.
Last Friday was my uncle’s graduation from college. He studied for six years to become a lawyer. I went to his graduation and graduation party. It was pretty cool, but we left at midnight, and got home just before 3. I was tired after being awake from 6am to 1am (I took an hour nap in the car).
Yesterday, we had a dinner for my brother’s birthday. He turned 21. It was just the family, but it was nice. I felt a little bad about skipping the Rotary meeting, though. Apparently, not even the president showed up last night, so I guess missing one meeting was okay. They ate pig, and when it was cooking, I smelled my dad making food on the grill. I heard my mom telling him to shut the door. It was a calming flashback, because it’s happened since I was tiny. I ate plantains and salad, afraid of the stomach pain sure to follow the red meat. Then, we sat around talking, and playing with the one year old kids. They got so many pictures taken with the Christmas Decorations. I went upstairs at 11:17pm, and felt the urge to write. Here’s what came out:
Que veo yo?
Por el norte: land
Por el sur: land
Este, oeste: land
No borders, no boundries
Solamente land
O hay colores, ni diferencias
To distinguish a group
Solamente nosotros
Como somos.
Con ojos cerrados
And hearts beating as one,
Cogimos las manos
Men and women
Black and white
Somos mismos
When I open my eyes,
Que veo yo?
Land
Eyes open wide,
Corriendo a su pais
Because the borders still exist
Y solamente algunos pueden estar
I shut my eyes again,
Wishing the borders away
Pero eso no es possible
In the future, maybe
Until then
The select few will go
Y aprender como ser mismos
Los jovenes, los adultos
Will be as one

I feel the two languages fit perfectly, because the poem is dreaming of understanding oneness. That’s how I feel about being here on exchange…