Fruit vendor on the way to Jaco

Fruit vendor on the way to Jaco

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Unexpected Gifts

Life is a series of gifts which we sometimes receive with grace and joy, and sometimes we don’t, perhaps because we don’t recognize the gift at the time. As my daughter wends her way through her sixteenth year and looks forward to her seventeenth, I am dragged kicking and screaming behind her, not appreciating her efforts to develop self-reliance and independence and her desire to develop relationships beyond our family. So I am practicing my breathing and pretending calm; this is not unlike my experience of her arrival into this world!
Accordingly… I am also working on developing my own independence and self-reliance, and about time!!! Phil and I went for a drive Sunday, took the Old Independence Highway and then River Road on the route from Corvallis to Salem, one of my favorite backcountry drives. We were, of course on the lookout for birds, and had Minto Brown Island Park as one of our destinations for the day, a fabulous refuge and stopover for migratory flocks. We had not thought to check the weather report, and found ourselves driving through a crazy windstorm, branches falling, roads covered with debris, but we emerged unscathed and to our delight had a respite from the storm just as we arrived at the park. On our way there, in the midst of the storm, we saw 7 or 8 great blue herons standing in a field not far from the Willamette River. They are so georgeous, elegant, amazing to see. At the park, we saw an impossibly tiny green bird called a ruby crowned kinglet, Oregon juncos, a spotted Towhee, which I always call the tuxedo bird, it’s how I remember them, they look like they’re wearing a tuxedo, of course, two bald eagles sitting in a tree, robins, wrens and a fat red squirrel. After our walk we went on into Salem for a quick visit with my sister and her foster babies, and then headed home. To our surprise, just at the edge of Salem we saw four black swans on an open lot – are they someone’s pets, escapees or what? Not native, they are from the southern hemisphere, New Zealand, I think. They were so beautiful, and one of the hens had a bunch of tiny babies, called cygnets, they were just balls of fluff following her around! Further down River Road, to round out our day, we saw ostriches. What a delightful trip it was, and I didn't call home once!

Friday, February 25, 2011

Art adventures

This winter has been a challenging time, hunkering down and weathering the ravages of my moods, while trying to keep kids and animals from running wild in the streets, my head just barely above the cyclic darkness that descends upon me.

But there is light, and that light has been art. Drawing class,last term was at times super challenging, I kicked and screamed my way through mediums I did not like, but in the end, found that charcoal is a new love of mine. I am now taking painting, and have another new love, oil painting. It is so fun, I love how thick and messy and wild it can be, I doubt I will ever be one of those delicate, subtle painters, but that's ok, I'm not exactly a delicate and subtle person, so it makes sense. Bottom line, painting is fun and it definitely brings light and joy into my life, something I have needed, and who doesn't?

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

New Friends July 5, 2010

I need to preface this post by telling you that I spent a lot of time lost in Costa Rica. I was in C.R. for a study abroad program, with a group of young students. We all got lost a fair bit, it's pretty confusing in a country with no street signs or addresses, and where the buses are all privately owned and seem to have their own mysterious schedule. But I spent a lot of time getting lost. I got lost on campus, I struggled to find my class buildings, and heaven help me if I needed to meet someone in a new place. I should also mention that I was in a car accident in March, and hit my head on the glass, and seem to as a result, have some issues with short term memory problems. Fun!

But that's not what I want to write about today. I was sitting on what was to become my favorite bus, with a calm, mellow driver, I was the first or second person there, and so had a few minutes to wait, when I saw this petite, elegant woman with shiny black hair walk diagonally across the street toward the bus, catch the driver's eye, and I swear I could almost hear her fingernail tapping her watch glass, and then she shook her finger at him, as if to say,"you're late!", and the driver mimed started the bus and driving over her, and they both laughed as she entered the bus. Clearly old friends. Now when I had entered the bus, I had asked the driver if he went to my neighborhood, as this was a new bus to me. Neither of us was sure if I was supposed to be on the bus, as my Spanish was weak, and his English was nonexistent. After the elegant woman and the driver had greeted each other, he talked to her in a low tone, with worried glances my direction. After a few minutes, the woman came back to my seat, and asked "Where do you go?" I told her, and she informed both myself and the bus driver that I was in fact on the right bus, which was a huge relief to both of us. End of story..........except, the next morning, while waiting for the bus at my stop, who walks up but this cool and interesting woman. Turns out her name is M-----, and she is an English teacher, but also taking classes at the University of Costa Rica, as I am, to finish up her education. She and I were delighted to have met again, I had actually written in my journal, I would like to talk to that woman again (ask for what you want!) and she had hoped to see me again. Oddly enough, although we met a number of times while I was in Costa Rica, I never saw her on that bus again. I love the gift of synchronicity. She, her husband, child and mother, all became fast friends, we walked, talked, shared life stories, laughed, and our families even spent our last night in Costa Rica together sharing pizza. I love that I have a new friend, even if she is a continent away. I am sure we will see each other again.

Tengo que escribir el prólogo de este mensaje diciéndole que me pasé mucho del tiempo perdido en Costa Rica. Yo estaba en CR para estudiar en el extranjero del programa, con un grupo de jóvenes estudiantes. Todos se perdió un poco es verdad, es bastante confuso en un país que no tiene señales de las calles o direcciones, y donde los buses son de propiedad privada y parecen tener su horario misterioso. Pero me pasé mucho tiempo de perderse. Me perdí en el campus, me ha costado encontrar los edificios de mis clases, y Dios me ayude si yo necesitaba conocer a alguien en un lugar nuevo. También debo mencionar que me encontraba en un accidente de coche en marzo, y me golpeé la cabeza en el cristal, y parece que por lo tanto, tienen algunos problemas de memoria a corto plazo. ¡Diversión!


Pero eso no es lo que quiero escribir sobre la actualidad. Yo estaba sentado en lo que iba a ser mi favorita de autobuses, con un conductor tranquilo, suave, yo era la primera o segunda persona que, de manera que tuvieron unos minutos para esperar, cuando vi a esta mujer menuda, elegante con el pelo negro y brillante a pie diagonalmente a través de la calle hacia el autobús, llamar la atención del conductor, y juro que casi se podía oír sus dedos de la mano tocándose el vidrio del reloj, y luego negó con el dedo a él, como si dijera: "llegas tarde!", y el conductor del autobús comenzó a las pantomimas y la conducción sobre ella, y ambos se rieron cuando entró en el autobús. Es evidente que los están viejos amigos. Ahora, cuando yo había entrado en el autobús, que le había pedido al conductor si fue a mi barrio, ya que éste era un autobús nuevo para mí. Ninguno de los dos estaba seguro si iba a ser en el autobús, como mi español era débil, y su inglés no existía. Después de la mujer elegante y el conductor había saludado, les hablaban en voz baja, con una mirada preocupada a mi dirección. Después de unos minutos, la mujer volvió a mi asiento, y le preguntó "¿A dónde vas?" Yo le dije, y ella informó a mí ya el conductor del autobús que estaba, de hecho, en el autobús derecha, que fue un gran alivio para los dos. Fin de la historia .......... pero, a la mañana siguiente, mientras esperaba el autobús en mi parada, que se acerca, pero esta mujer fresca e interesante. Resulta que su nombre es M -----, y ella es una profesora de Inglés, sino también a tomar clases en la Universidad de Costa Rica, como yo, para completar su educación. Ella y yo estábamos encantados de haber encontrado otra vez, yo había escrito en mi diario, me gustaría hablar con esa mujer (¡pedí lo que quiera!) Y ella tenía la esperanza de volver a verme. Por extraño que parezca, aunque nos encontramos con un número de veces mientras yo estaba en Costa Rica, nunca la vi en ese autobús de otra vez. Me encanta la regla de la sincronicidad. Ella, su esposo, hijo y madre, todos se convirtieron en grandes amigos, caminamos, hablamos, para compartir historias de vida, reíamos, y nuestras familias incluso pasó la última noche en Costa Rica junto pizza compartir. Me encanta que tengo un nuevo amigo, aunque sea un continente de distancia. Estoy seguro de que veremos de nuevo.

Santa Elena and Monteverde Cloud Forest July 9, 10, 11

Phil, Emma and I traveled to the tiny town of Santa Elena, a center of ecoturism in the Guanacaste region in the northern part of Costa Rica. There are forest preserves there, including the Monteverde Cloud Forest, a private, nonprofit organization; the Santa Elena Cloud Forest Preserve, a governmental nonprofit organization, a portion of the Children's Cloud Forest and other small organizations and farms.

During our trip to Santa Elena, we took the Santamaria's Night Walk. Santamara is an agroturistic organic farm located a short distance outside the small town of Santa Elena. During our hike in the dark, with flashlights and knowledgeable guides, we saw two sloths! Very exciting. One of the sloths was small and very high in the trees, but the other sloth was closer to the ground, and really large, it was amazing to see it, it looked so soft and cuddly (but probably is not!). Interesting fact, sloths have hollow bones, like birds, and that's why they are able to climb to the smallest branches at the top of the trees, to reach the leaves. Science lesson: sloths have changed significantly in recent evolutionary history. Previously they lived on the land, the bones became hollow as they moved up into the trees, and their internal organs have changed as a result of their upside down position in the trees. During our walk we also so scorpions, lizards, frogs and an enormous tarantula in a hollow log sitting on an egg sac. We learned about the trees and various flora and fauna of the area, and our guide talked about the history of the farm, and how it is working to support the forest as portions of the land return to it's native state. I really enjoyed the passion of our guide. He wanted to teach all of us about the importance of the forest, and the value and strength of organic farming practices. I also found myself cognizant of the forest as an earth element, living, breathing, growing and needing to be taken into consideration by the peoples of the world.

We also toured the cloud forests preserve, walked on the suspensions bridges, and yes, Emma and I did the zip lines. Favorite part, walking on the suspension bridges, which shocked me! Afraid as I am of heights, bridges, etc., I was not sure I could do this, but I loved, loved, loved these metal, swaying, high in the trees bridges, I loved walking on them, I loved looking out at the cloud forest an down at the ground, it was incredible!!!!!!!!!! This was one of my favorite things during my six weeks in Costa Rica. The zip line was amazing, too, although I was somewhat less than successful at it. My first zip, I stopped myself in the middle, cause I thought I was going too fast, and so one of the guides had to quickly hand over hand himself out and pull me in, and then I did most of the rest of the zips with the guide, which honestly made it easier, and I could totally relax and just look around at the scenes as we flew from mountain top to mountain top. It was so beautiful.

Santa Elena is beautiful little town, and the people seem to work together to improve the community, protect the forest, and contribute in general to the country. We were only there for a short time, but this place made a great impression on me (and Emma wants to live there!)(of course this may have something to do with slipping out at night and having an adventure with a boy and a bar! 16 year olds!!!!!!!!!!) But I too, think that Santa Elena is on the list of places I could happily live.


Nosotros fuimos a Monteverde, cerca de Santa Elena, un centro de ecoturismo en Guanacaste y el norte parte del país. Hay algunas preserves allí, incluyendo El Monteverde Bosque de Nubes, un preserva sin lucre, privado; Santa Elena Bosque de Nubes, una preserva sin lucre, del gobierno; un parte del Bosque Nuboso de los Niños; y otros más pequeño organizaciones y fincas.

Durante nuestro viaje en Santa Elena, tomamos Santamaria´s Caminata Nocturna. Santamaria es una finca agroturistica, y orgánica. En la caminata, veíamos dos osos perezosos, un pequeño, y un muy largo. Aprendemos que los osos perezosos tienen huesos huecos, como pájaros, y este como ellos están podido estar en los ramas pequeños y muy altas. Nuestro guía dijeron sobre la historia de los osos perezosos. Ellos han cambiado mucho en reciente historia evolutiva, en que ellos fueron habitantes del suelo, y los cambios reciente incluyendo los cambios por huesos huecos, y el cambio a habitantes de los árboles, y también, ahora, sus órganos internos están cambiado por la habite de colgar cabeza abajo. Veíamos también, una tarántula en un tronco hueco en el suelo. La tarántula fue sentir en un saca de huevos. Veíamos otras cosas incluyendo escorpiones, ranas, lagartijas, y varios tipos de árboles muy interesantes. Uno de estos que busque interesante fue uno que crecer de la copa de otro árbol. Este fue el Fica Sufoca (?). Este árbol empieza por los excementos de aves, y está tomando sobre 30 años para este nuevo árbol crecer rodean el primero árbol, cual se descompuesta.

Dos cosas de esta caminata busquen de significados. Los cambios en los osos perezosos, y otras cosas como la Fica Sufocada, muestran que los bosques no están estancados, pero están viviendo, cambiados, en punto de hecho, el bosque es un elemento de la tierra que debe ser tomando en consideración más que la gente del mundo pensar sobre ahora.

La otra cosa me gusta fue la pasión y interés autentico del nuestro guía. Si deseo enseñar todos sobre la importancia del bosque, y de las practicas orgánicas de la finca, fueron fuerte, y hecho un impresión por mío.

Monteverde, y el pequeño pueblo de Santa Elena están un lugar muy hermoso, y la gente allí parece a trabajo juntos uno a los otros por la mejora de la comunidad, por la mejor del bosque, y por la mejora del país. Es verdad que estuve allí solamente por un visita corto, pero este lugar hecho un gran impresión por mío en la actitud, la abierto de la comunidad, y la claridad en que personas allí parecen querer tomar cuidad de este lugar. Pienso que si necesite escoge un nuevo lugar para vivir, Santa Elena y Monteverde yo lo haría vivir allí.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Random note from my journal

Very interesting traveling here with a large contingent of young people for whom, by the way, I am not responsible. That is a new experience for me, and I think I like it! I have not not been responsible for other people, kids, spouses, etc., for over 25 years, wow!

They seem nice enough, don't know yet, but there has been talk of discotheques and karaoke, good lord! What will this six weeks bring, and am I too old for this? I don't know.

Muy interesante viajando con un grupo large de jovenes de quines no estoy responsible, a próposito. Este es una experiencia nueva por mio, y pienso que me gusta! NO he no sido responsible por otros personas, hijos, esposos, etc., para más de 25 años, hala!

Ellos parecen bastante amable, no se todavia, pero hay sido hablar de discotecas y karaoke, dios mio. Qué sere este seís semanas tratar, y si posible estoy demesadio vieja por eso? No se.

Backtrack

It was a night like none other that I had experienced, the night of our arrival in Costa Rica, and I feel the need to backtrack a little in my storytelling and get the experience down on paper, ok, blog, so I don't forget it. After going through the airport officials, and finding we were in fact going to be allowed into the country (for a number of us, myself included, this was the first time out of the U.S.), we stopped by the money changer kiosk and by the ICE (pronounced eesaaay, more about ICE later) kiosk for sim cards for cell phones, we were then hustled out to a pair of buses , to deliver us to our new "homes". The driver of our bus was creatively loading luggage in through a back window, creating an unwieldy stack in the back of the bus, as everyone trickled out through the late night taxi drivers at the airport, who were trying diligently to woo us away from the bus and into their taxis! We were then separated into two groups, apparently by approximate location. It was late, dark, everything was wet, and suddenly we are winding madly up and down hills, through tiny streets that looked too small for the buses (and sometimes were) and the driver of our bus was reading directions, talking on the phone, shifting, and (it felt like) careening wildly around corners, ignoring stop signs and ordinary rules of the road as I know them.

Through the dark, I could see that I was in a place unlike anyplace I had ever been. Even through the dark, I could see that the colors, the shapes and the way that it was all put together was so very different from the kind of neighborhoods I was familiar with. Every building, from the finest home to the shabbiest hovel, businesses, and public structures like schools, had bars over the windows, bars over the doors, and then were surrounded by these ubiquitous iron bars. At one point in our journey, I saw a car painstakingly inch its way from a tiny narrow lane into what I would have thought of as a porch (barred in, of course), and park for the night. Astonishing! And, I would later learn, not unusual.

Well, as I stated it was late, and I was the last student to be dropped off, so I had time to chat with the driver (not necessarily an intelligent idea, considering his aforementioned multi-tasking). As he searched for the homes, honking his horn if he believed he had found the correct one (and at one point, backing down a dark, hilly street, to retrieve one young lady who had been left at the wrong house!), I learned that he and his fellow bus driver were in fact independent tour operators, and that they had contracted with the university to deliver us to our homes. He, in fact, gave me his business card, in case we needed to hire a tour bus, which at the time, I silently laughed hysterically over, thinking that I would never choose to ride with some like this, little knowing that I would look back and realize that he was a very typical Costa Rican bus driver.

Finally I had arrived at the residence where I would be staying, lugged my ridiculously large suitcases into the house, greeted my host family, and collapsed into bed.




Era una noche como ninguna otra que yo habia experimentado, la noche de nuestra llegada a Costa Rica, y siento la necesidad de retroceder un poco en mi relato y se pone la experienciía en un papel, jaja ok, el blog, así que no lo olvidarse. Después de pasar por los autoridades del aeropuerto, y encontrar que estábamos, de hecho, va a ser aceptadas en el país (para algunos de nosotros, incluyéndome a mí, esta fue la primera vez fuera de los EE.UU.), nos detuviera en el quiosco del cambiador de dinero y por la ICE (más tarde sobre ICE) quiosco de tarjetas SIM para teléfonos celulares, que se apresuraron entonces a una pareja de autobúses, para entregarnos a nuestros nuevos "hogares". El conductor de nuestro autobús se carga el equipaje en forma creativa a través de una ventana trasera, la creación de una pila dificil de manejar en la parte trasera del autobús, como todo los estudiates corría a través de los taxistas de la noche en el aeropuerto, que estaban tratando con diligencia para cortejar a nosotros fuer de la autobús y en sus taxis! Estábamas separados en dos grupos, al parecer por ubicación aproximada. Era tarde, oscuro, todo estaba mojada, y de repente estamos locamente y serpenteante conducimos cuesta arriba y cuesta abajo, a través de pequeñas calles que parecía demasiado pequeño para los autobuses (y eran a veces), y el conductor de nuestro autobús estaba levendo las indicaciones, él hablar por teléfono, cambiando, y (se sentía como) carenar violentamente en las esquinas, haciendo caso omiso de las señales de alto y las normas ordinarias de la carretera como yo las conozco.

Esa noche en la oscuridad, pude ver que estaba en un lugar única en cualquier lugar que había estado siempre. Incluso a través de la oscuridad, pude ver que los colores, las formas y la manera en que se trataba de poner junto fue muy diferente del tipo de los barrios me eran familiares. Cada edificio, de los mejores hogares a las casas en las malas estados, las empresas, y las estructuras como escuelas, había barrotes en las ventanas, de las puertas, y luego fueron rodeados por estás barras de hierro en todas partes. En un momento de nuestro viaje, vi un coche estacionar pulgada por pulgada cuidadosamente su camino desde un pequeño calljón en lo que yo hubiera pensada como un porche, (en barrotes, por supuesto), y el parque para pasar el noche. Asombroso! Y más tarde se enterarí, este es un practica común.

Bueno, como dije era tarde, y yo era el última estudiante sea dejado, así que tuve tiempo para hablar con el conductor (no necesarianmente una idea inteligente, teniendo en cuenta me mencionada todo que él hacer). Mientras buscaba las casas, haciendo sonar el claxon, si creía que había encontrado el correcto (y en un caso, el respaldo por una calle oscuro y montañosa, para recuperar una jovena que había quedado en la casa incorrecto. Me se enteró de que él y el otro chofer fueron compañeros, de hecho, los operadores turísticos independientes, y que habían contratado con la universidad para entregarnos a nuestros hogares. Él, de hecho me dio su tarjeta de visita en caso de necesidad de contratar un autobús turístico, que en ese momento, en silencio se echó a reír histéricamente más, pensando que nunca volvería a optar por un paseo con algunos como este, sin saber que yo mirar hacia atrás y darse cuenta de que él era un conductor de autobús muy típico de Costa Rica. Finalmente, había llegado a la residencia donde me quedaría,cargó con
mis maletas ridíclamente grande en la casa, saludó a mí familia de mí familia nueva, y se desplomó en la cama.

Monday, August 9, 2010

First Days, First Impressions - Costa Rica

June 17, 2010
Hate flying, scares me. But I applied for this study program in Costa Rica, and I will not not not let my fear stop me from going.

OK, how is it that everyone on this plane is completely unaware of the crazy intense thunder and lightening going on outside the plane window?  I, in my extreme paranoia, am certain that we will get hit by a lightening strike and  DIE! Reach for my Ganesh necklace, breathe, know that all will be well.

17 de junio 2010
Odio volar, me da miedo. Pero me presenté a este programa de estudios en Costa Rica, y yo no no no dejar que mi miedo no ir.
OK, ¿cómo es que todos en este plano es totalmente inconsciente de los truenos y relámpagos intensos loco pasa fuera de la ventanilla del avión?

Yo, en mi paranoia extrema, estoy seguro que vamos a ser golpeado por una huelga de iluminación y DIE!
June 18, 2010
Have been here for 2 days (did not die on plane) - exhausted, got lost on the buses, bus system complicated and somewhat mysterious, but kind Ticos (what Costariccenses call themselves) helped me work it out. Dark very early here, and it rains a lot!OK, it rains every day, pretty much at the same time, I am finding usually in the afternoon. Umbrellas as important as underwear, everyday!

Today I saw beautiful green birds (parakeets, parrots, I don’t know, wish Phil were here to identify them, in downtown San Jose. Incredible! I have only ever seen birds like that in pet stores, and in cages, and once,for a while, on my friend Carol’s shoulder. Incredible!

June 19, 2010
Went to a coffee plantation and butterfly garden. Very beautiful. Bought coffee and chocolate covered coffee beans for gifts. Computer not working very well here! Hmmmmmmmph!

~~~~~~~~~~Sleep~~~~~~~~~~~~
Must do yoga tomorrow..................

18 de junio 2010
He sido aqui por dos días (no murío en la tormenta) - estoy exhausto, fue perdido en los autobuses, sistema de buses algo complicada y misterioso, pero con la ayuda de Ticos (lo que Costariccenses se llaman ellos) simpaticos, regresé a la casa. Estaré oscuro muy temprano aquí, y hay mucho, mucho lluvia. OK, llueve todos los días, más o menos al mismo tiempo, estoy encontrando generalmente por la tarde. tan importante como la ropa interior Paraguas, todos los días!Hoy he visto hermosos pájaros verdes (pericos, loros, no sé, ),en el centro de San José. Se desea Phil aquí para identificarlos. Increíble! Sólo he visto las aves como la de las tiendas de mascotas, y en jaulas, y para un poco tiempo, en el hombro de mi amigo de Carol.!Increible!

19 de junio, 2010

Fuimos a un plantación de café y jardin de marisposas hoy.  Muy hermosa.  Compré café y café cubierto con chocolate para regalas. Computadora no hace bien aquí. Hmmmmmph!

Dormir

Debo hacer yoga mañana.