So, today as I was going to the store I was thinking: there are so many little things about living here that I want to tell people but they are such small things that, well, they just seen blogworthy........ And yet, in some way they are.
Like, I eat a more balanced diet here than I have ever eaten in my life! Don't get me wrong, it's not like I'm eating small amounts and exercising! Hahaha! But I do eat waaaaaaaaay more fruits and veggies here than ever. And I have always loved both fruits and veggies. It's just that here they are fresh all year round. The school cafeteria serves up all kinds of goodies on its salad and fruit bars, (Yes, one of each!!) and so eating lots of salad and fruit is a piece of cake. Or ...mango, I mean!
And speaking of the cafeteria, that's another small thing that is great here. They make the food right here on sight so it is really good! And in no way 'fast food like' as we are used to in the States now. My favorite is the Ajiaco (the Bogotan soup with shredded chicken, corn, three ~ count 'em ~ three types of potatoes, some secret spice, and served with avacado and sour cream. Oh, my gosh, YUM! Of course, I try and use my lunch time as an opportunity to learn even more Spanish, so I usually learn the name of the food being served so I can ask for it, or I figure it out by myself because I have such a rich vocabulary now. I have been known to make mistakes, however.... Like the time they were serving a sort of Mexican style soup with rice, beans and/or hamburger along with grated cheese, etc. I, not thinking I needed any assistance saying 'hamburger', (I am American, after all!!!!!), told the woman that I wanted my soup with the 'hamburgesa' (the Spanish word for hamburger. Not hamburger the ground beef, mind you, but hamburger as in McD's!!!!) She sort of guffawed and served me up. It wasn't until I passed that the woman behind me explained the difference. Whoopsie!
Oh, something else that I think about lots: While Bogota is not exactly a 'beautiful' city, there are some quirky things about it that I really like. Like how the city is full of these really huge skyscrapers (mostly made of brick), but inbetween them you find these beautiful old homes. They are also made of brick and they are gorgeous! Some are still homes, some are stores, some are hotels... all are lovely in the big city of not always lovely.
And I love that the people here are so nice. Like today,going to the store.... I was in a cab and the driver was playing this beautiful classical guitar music. I started talking to him about it and asking where I could find it. He said that I couldn't buy it because it was made by his son's guitar teacher. I sad that was too bad as I would love a copy. So.......... he said that for $5000 Pesos I could have a copy and that he would drop it off with my portero's. How nice that in a city where you are constantly warned about being mugged or robbed, a guy offers to bring a CD to you just because you like it.
I can't think of any more of those things I think about ~ all the time !!!! ~ I know there are more though!!
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Ick
So, I bought microwave popcorn the other day. I don't have a microwave.
I have a cold in my chest and throat, which is where it settles these days.
I don't have any mail. I don't want to go out. And I'm just feeling lonely and sorry for myself right now.
I hate these moods.
One shining light................ James Bond is out and I am going tomorrow!! I can't wait!
I have a cold in my chest and throat, which is where it settles these days.
I don't have any mail. I don't want to go out. And I'm just feeling lonely and sorry for myself right now.
I hate these moods.
One shining light................ James Bond is out and I am going tomorrow!! I can't wait!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Halloween, the way it's supposed to be done
Well, just when I thought I had seen it all..... There was Halloween at CNG! Wow! It was just crazy! Everyone was dressed up, not just the little kids, but the big ones too. And the teachers. And the administrators. Everyone!
And that isn't all. The day before Halloween, a couple of classes presented at an assembly. They sang songs and recited poems. In costume. And there were pumpkins. And ghouls. And trolls. And witches!!! And in one of the skits for a poem, a little girl beheaded a cyclops!!! It was kind of violent!
And there was a poem about the Bogeyman. And it was pretty darned scary!! I almost wanted to leave the theater! It was such a strange, and very Halloweeny performance. I kind of liked it!
Oh, and we only had a half day of school, which was sort of strange, but wonderfully nice!
And that isn't all. The day before Halloween, a couple of classes presented at an assembly. They sang songs and recited poems. In costume. And there were pumpkins. And ghouls. And trolls. And witches!!! And in one of the skits for a poem, a little girl beheaded a cyclops!!! It was kind of violent!
And there was a poem about the Bogeyman. And it was pretty darned scary!! I almost wanted to leave the theater! It was such a strange, and very Halloweeny performance. I kind of liked it!
Oh, and we only had a half day of school, which was sort of strange, but wonderfully nice!
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Just helping out........
So, last night I sort of lost my wallet. Well, it's not exactly 'lost'. Last night my wallet was stolen. Well, that's not exactly true either.............. Okay, fine! I gave it away! Okay?!
It's not as hard to do as one would think. Let me set the stage:
It's evening. My friends, Kim and Aaron, have just finished their grades and successfully uploaded them into this new Webgrader that we are using at school. So they suggest that we all go out for dinner and drinks to celebrate. We head down La Quinta (5th Ave.) to the Bogota Beer Company for some good, cheap food and beer. We eat and talk and talk.... but I can't finish the burger, so I ask the waitress to pack it up for me, which she gladly does. We chat for a bit more and then, since we all have to go to work in the morning, and Aaron needs to run by the grocery store for a few things first, we head out into the cool but pleasant Bogota night air. We stroll to the end of the block, towards Carulla (the grocer) and as we approach the corner a street urchin comes along side of us begging for money. We see a bit of this in Bogota, for although the city is filled with many rich and powerful people, it also has a huge population of very very very poor. Anyway, she is an adorable girl and, as I frequently do, I hand over my bag with my leftovers.
Yeah.
Anyway, it isn't until later, in the store that I realize I can't pay because I don't have my WALLET!!!!!!! I drop the fruits and veggies I had collected and race up the stairs and back out into the night (not gonna lie.... I had a momentary vision of her standing outside holding up my wallet. "Miss. Miss, you left your wallet in the bag."
Didn't happen.
As I race past the BBC, the guard from the door stops me to see why I am upset. I explain about the girl ~ he knows he (seems this is her 'corner' so to speak) and he saw her run past and up the next street. So, while he calls the cops, I make my way up the street looking in vain for the little girl in the red sweater carrying an impeccably tasteful wallet......
No luck.
Long story short: the police said that she most likely took the money and trashed the wallet (whatever!!!!!); I went home and called all my banks, both here and in the US to block my cards; had a very fitful night's sleep imagining my beautiful wallet laying in a dumpster somewhere!
Today was productive though (despite my lack-of-sleep-headache). A driver, Omar, took me to the police station to file the report. Well, that is, we went to the police station but couldn't find parking so we drove off and headed to a large parking lot (for a larger Carulla, I think) where we walked up to what looked like an unhitched horse trailer. Not even kidding! And that is where we filed the report with a very smartly dressed Colombian policeman.
Then it was off to DAS (their FBI) where I had to wait on a bench, and then wait in line, and then wait in a chair while the most wonderful Jorge took care of my paperwork for me (I am afterall, a Gringo......). He got me through pretty quickly and in under two hours I was filed, stapled, fingerprinted, and released with the knowledge that my cedula (THE Colombian identification card ~ more important than your passport!!!) would be on its way to me in a matter of days...........
Then poor Omar drove me to the bank where again I filled out paperwork and was assured my new bank card would be in my hands in five days ~ next Thursday.......... yeah, that's right. You do the math. I couldn't.
In the meantime, I am planning to 'work the corner' until I see that little waif again. I just want that wallet back......!
It's not as hard to do as one would think. Let me set the stage:
It's evening. My friends, Kim and Aaron, have just finished their grades and successfully uploaded them into this new Webgrader that we are using at school. So they suggest that we all go out for dinner and drinks to celebrate. We head down La Quinta (5th Ave.) to the Bogota Beer Company for some good, cheap food and beer. We eat and talk and talk.... but I can't finish the burger, so I ask the waitress to pack it up for me, which she gladly does. We chat for a bit more and then, since we all have to go to work in the morning, and Aaron needs to run by the grocery store for a few things first, we head out into the cool but pleasant Bogota night air. We stroll to the end of the block, towards Carulla (the grocer) and as we approach the corner a street urchin comes along side of us begging for money. We see a bit of this in Bogota, for although the city is filled with many rich and powerful people, it also has a huge population of very very very poor. Anyway, she is an adorable girl and, as I frequently do, I hand over my bag with my leftovers.
Yeah.
Anyway, it isn't until later, in the store that I realize I can't pay because I don't have my WALLET!!!!!!! I drop the fruits and veggies I had collected and race up the stairs and back out into the night (not gonna lie.... I had a momentary vision of her standing outside holding up my wallet. "Miss. Miss, you left your wallet in the bag."
Didn't happen.
As I race past the BBC, the guard from the door stops me to see why I am upset. I explain about the girl ~ he knows he (seems this is her 'corner' so to speak) and he saw her run past and up the next street. So, while he calls the cops, I make my way up the street looking in vain for the little girl in the red sweater carrying an impeccably tasteful wallet......
No luck.
Long story short: the police said that she most likely took the money and trashed the wallet (whatever!!!!!); I went home and called all my banks, both here and in the US to block my cards; had a very fitful night's sleep imagining my beautiful wallet laying in a dumpster somewhere!
Today was productive though (despite my lack-of-sleep-headache). A driver, Omar, took me to the police station to file the report. Well, that is, we went to the police station but couldn't find parking so we drove off and headed to a large parking lot (for a larger Carulla, I think) where we walked up to what looked like an unhitched horse trailer. Not even kidding! And that is where we filed the report with a very smartly dressed Colombian policeman.
Then it was off to DAS (their FBI) where I had to wait on a bench, and then wait in line, and then wait in a chair while the most wonderful Jorge took care of my paperwork for me (I am afterall, a Gringo......). He got me through pretty quickly and in under two hours I was filed, stapled, fingerprinted, and released with the knowledge that my cedula (THE Colombian identification card ~ more important than your passport!!!) would be on its way to me in a matter of days...........
Then poor Omar drove me to the bank where again I filled out paperwork and was assured my new bank card would be in my hands in five days ~ next Thursday.......... yeah, that's right. You do the math. I couldn't.
In the meantime, I am planning to 'work the corner' until I see that little waif again. I just want that wallet back......!
Monday, October 27, 2008
Botero
Yesterday was a GORGEOUS day ~ sunny, warm, bright...you get the idea. And I was working. At school. Inside. On a BEAUTIFUL Saturday. Yeah. Actually, in a geeky kind of way, I enjoyed my work at school. We were sooooooo productive. We are (those of you in Washington will love this ~) working on standards and benchmarks!!!!! Yay!!!! It was just tough because it was such a WONDERFUL day outside.
Today was not as gorgeous or beautiful, but it was a wonderful day. Despite the clouds and the little rain shower later, I called a cab and headed for La Candelaria. Yup, I was off to the Botero museum!
I was surprised that the museum did not only have Botero's work, but also pieces from his personal collection including Dali, Chagal, Pissaro, Renoir, Calder, Picasso, Ernst..... I could go on!
As well as Colombian artists.
And some modern art as well! I really thought the shower curtain one was awesome!!! The other one is a very interesting look at what future archeologists might find!
And this is my favorite. I forgot the name of the artist, so I will have to go back, but I just loved the 'lady of the sea' idea. I would hang this in my house!
There was plenty of Botero's work too, though! Botero is a very famous artist from Colombia (born in 1932 in Medallin, in fact!). He studied in Europe and Mexico, and while being influenced by the works of great masters and the muralism in Mexico, he developed his own unique style. Botero is known for his over-inflated figures, often referred to as 'fat people'.
While I was looking around the museum (which is housed in an old hacienda in the La Candelaria district)
I was frustrated by the fact that I didn't really know much about him and my Spanish is not good enough to read the museum signs.... So, I asked if there were any tours in English. Nope, not on Sundays because it is way too crowded.... (I don't understand that either). I went on my way, trying to figure some things out, and about half an hour later a woman from the museum found me and gave me my own private tour!!! I love being a Gringo in Colombia!!! Seriously, I have never lived anywhere where they make such an effort to please!
So I learned lots today! She told me that Botero is "celebrating the life within them while mocking their role in the world," as you can see when you look closely at his work. Here is a work that very much shows what she was talking about. In the fifties family was a huge 'theme' in Columbia (as in the States!). The 'perfect' family, that is. So Botero painted one. Except that if you look closely, you notice a snake in the tree seemingly pointing to the man's hand where you can see that he is wearing two wedding rings ~ one for his wife and one for his mistress! He's not the only one who is not what he appears to be, though. Also in the painting is an apple, fallen from the tree with a bite taken out of it. It lays at the feet of the woman who is holding a child on her lap. A child who, interestingly, bears no resemblance to her husband!!!!
My day was absolutely FANTASTIC! In fact, on the way home I changed my mind and had the cab driver take me to the Pan Americana and bought an easel so I can start painting!
Today was not as gorgeous or beautiful, but it was a wonderful day. Despite the clouds and the little rain shower later, I called a cab and headed for La Candelaria. Yup, I was off to the Botero museum!
I was surprised that the museum did not only have Botero's work, but also pieces from his personal collection including Dali, Chagal, Pissaro, Renoir, Calder, Picasso, Ernst..... I could go on!
As well as Colombian artists.
And some modern art as well! I really thought the shower curtain one was awesome!!! The other one is a very interesting look at what future archeologists might find!
And this is my favorite. I forgot the name of the artist, so I will have to go back, but I just loved the 'lady of the sea' idea. I would hang this in my house!
There was plenty of Botero's work too, though! Botero is a very famous artist from Colombia (born in 1932 in Medallin, in fact!). He studied in Europe and Mexico, and while being influenced by the works of great masters and the muralism in Mexico, he developed his own unique style. Botero is known for his over-inflated figures, often referred to as 'fat people'.
While I was looking around the museum (which is housed in an old hacienda in the La Candelaria district)
I was frustrated by the fact that I didn't really know much about him and my Spanish is not good enough to read the museum signs.... So, I asked if there were any tours in English. Nope, not on Sundays because it is way too crowded.... (I don't understand that either). I went on my way, trying to figure some things out, and about half an hour later a woman from the museum found me and gave me my own private tour!!! I love being a Gringo in Colombia!!! Seriously, I have never lived anywhere where they make such an effort to please!
So I learned lots today! She told me that Botero is "celebrating the life within them while mocking their role in the world," as you can see when you look closely at his work. Here is a work that very much shows what she was talking about. In the fifties family was a huge 'theme' in Columbia (as in the States!). The 'perfect' family, that is. So Botero painted one. Except that if you look closely, you notice a snake in the tree seemingly pointing to the man's hand where you can see that he is wearing two wedding rings ~ one for his wife and one for his mistress! He's not the only one who is not what he appears to be, though. Also in the painting is an apple, fallen from the tree with a bite taken out of it. It lays at the feet of the woman who is holding a child on her lap. A child who, interestingly, bears no resemblance to her husband!!!!
My day was absolutely FANTASTIC! In fact, on the way home I changed my mind and had the cab driver take me to the Pan Americana and bought an easel so I can start painting!
Friday, October 24, 2008
Harry Potter lives!
Well, it seems that several years ago there was an administrator at CNG from Great Britain, and in the English tradition, she created "houses" at this school in Colombia. There are now four houses: Eagles, Falcons, Hawks, and Ospreys. I am in the orange house of Osprey (I chose it in memory of the pair of ospreys that have a nest in the stadium lights at the old football field in Camas).
That's me with Don, Dahlia, and Avon
On Wednesday CNG held an inauguration for the new soccer field that was built on the premises.
There are the house flags ~ and the man holding the green one is Alberto. He is the guy who has helped me furnish my house and hang my paintings. He's great!
Unfortunately, I had to work all day with some math specialists so I missed the activities, but we were allowed out for the opening ceremonies, of which the national anthems of both Colombia and the US are sung,
along with the school song. This is my favorite part anyway.....! Then Dr. McCombs spoke to the children, imbibing the school motto: To prepare tomorrow's leaders by educating the mind, nurturing the mind, and strengthening the body, focusing of course on the body since he was dedicating the new soccer field.
Here are some of my kids (those who are Ospreys, anyway)
And some of those kids with my principal, Mr. Gilman. Fun, fun, fun!
That's me with Don, Dahlia, and Avon
On Wednesday CNG held an inauguration for the new soccer field that was built on the premises.
There are the house flags ~ and the man holding the green one is Alberto. He is the guy who has helped me furnish my house and hang my paintings. He's great!
Unfortunately, I had to work all day with some math specialists so I missed the activities, but we were allowed out for the opening ceremonies, of which the national anthems of both Colombia and the US are sung,
along with the school song. This is my favorite part anyway.....! Then Dr. McCombs spoke to the children, imbibing the school motto: To prepare tomorrow's leaders by educating the mind, nurturing the mind, and strengthening the body, focusing of course on the body since he was dedicating the new soccer field.
Here are some of my kids (those who are Ospreys, anyway)
And some of those kids with my principal, Mr. Gilman. Fun, fun, fun!
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
Marcia, Marcia, Marcia
So, I found out today that I am not the only Gringo here who uses Babblefish to help learn Spanish phrases. Or that I am the only one to use Babblefish to prepare scripts for certain ventures (like the time I went with only-Spanish-speaking Alberto to buy my living room sofa tables).
Turns out that my friend, Marcia, does the same. In fact, she is more organized than I, in that she keeps her scripts for various occasions so that she can use them again in the future. Good plan.
Well, turns out that this weekend, my friend Marcia, went with Suzanne to the bank to get a copy of her statement. Suzanne came by to pick her up so Marcia quickly grabbed her coat, purse, and script and off they went. Well, downstairs in the bank, Marcia is told that she will have to go upstairs to talk to someone about getting a statement. No worries, she tells Suzanne (who is a fantastic Spanish speaker). Marcia is confident that with her script, which she is pulling out of her purse, she will be fine upstairs, and that Suzanne can wait downstairs. Suzanne, ever helpful, gets a peek at the script as Marcia is zipping her bag back up and her eye catches on the word "destacar" which means to color or highlight...... Luckily she asks Marcia about it and the two of them discover that Marcia had picked up her script for the hairdressers! So the two of them made a spectacle of themselves laughing until tears ran down their cheeks at the thought of Marcia upstairs in the very austere bank asking for a little off the ends, color for her roots, and a few highlights!!!!!!
What a great Monday story! Thanks Marcia!
Turns out that my friend, Marcia, does the same. In fact, she is more organized than I, in that she keeps her scripts for various occasions so that she can use them again in the future. Good plan.
Well, turns out that this weekend, my friend Marcia, went with Suzanne to the bank to get a copy of her statement. Suzanne came by to pick her up so Marcia quickly grabbed her coat, purse, and script and off they went. Well, downstairs in the bank, Marcia is told that she will have to go upstairs to talk to someone about getting a statement. No worries, she tells Suzanne (who is a fantastic Spanish speaker). Marcia is confident that with her script, which she is pulling out of her purse, she will be fine upstairs, and that Suzanne can wait downstairs. Suzanne, ever helpful, gets a peek at the script as Marcia is zipping her bag back up and her eye catches on the word "destacar" which means to color or highlight...... Luckily she asks Marcia about it and the two of them discover that Marcia had picked up her script for the hairdressers! So the two of them made a spectacle of themselves laughing until tears ran down their cheeks at the thought of Marcia upstairs in the very austere bank asking for a little off the ends, color for her roots, and a few highlights!!!!!!
What a great Monday story! Thanks Marcia!
Monday, October 6, 2008
Shout Out to Princesses! (or "Save the Chickens!!!")
That's right ~ it's Princess Time!!!
Last weekend there was a huge race, raising funds for the fight against breast cancer. I was very excited about participating, not because I knew how large it was going to be, but because I needed the exercise and the cause is a great one! I was also going with some friends I don't usually do things with, so it was going to be a nice change of pace. So, I got all dressed in my walking shorts and tank top, attached my iPod for my listening pleasure, and laced up my shoes. As I stopped at my portero's (which you ALWAYS have to do; to chat and exchange pleasantries before passing) I told him what I was setting out to do on that sunny day. Of course, you again have to remember that my Spanish is not the best.... So I tell him that I am going to "cambinar contra cancer de pecho." Not bad, I think.....
Well, off to the race! Kim and Liz and I head for the Parque Simon Bolivar where, much to my surprise, there is a ginormous crowd!!!!! Wow! I couldn't believe my eyes! And to make it even more heart-warming, the women were all decked out in the official race shirt (which we Gringos didn't have because we didn't know to go pick it up), which was hot pink!! So there I stood, looking out over a sea of pink and black ~ not gonna lie, a tear sprang to my eye. It was like the Pavement Princesses from PTC en masse!!!!! Gosh I miss that relay!
Anyway, there were so many women, there it was crazy. There was also a huge bandstand with live music and a fitness instructor doing warm-up moves with the crowd before the races started. Most of that was pretty US ~ kind of Jazzersizy with aerobics and jazz squares. But here's the twist: after a little of that, they did some real dance moves ~ Salsa of course!!! It was great! Colombia sure is fun!!
Anyway, the race went great, even though we are still not sure if we walked in the right group! But as we were walking I noticed a banner over the street that said "blah blah 'contra cancer de sino'....." I asked my Spanish speaking friend what sino was and she said it was breast. Oh. "So", I asked her, "what does 'pecho' mean then?" "Well, it means breast too, but is used to refer to chicken breast, like on a menu." How did she know that is where I found the word?????????? Dang it.
We had a fantastic lunch (after driving our cab driver crazy driving all around town looking for a Mexican restaurant that was open!!!) and then went home and.... you guessed it ~ napped!!!!
Last weekend there was a huge race, raising funds for the fight against breast cancer. I was very excited about participating, not because I knew how large it was going to be, but because I needed the exercise and the cause is a great one! I was also going with some friends I don't usually do things with, so it was going to be a nice change of pace. So, I got all dressed in my walking shorts and tank top, attached my iPod for my listening pleasure, and laced up my shoes. As I stopped at my portero's (which you ALWAYS have to do; to chat and exchange pleasantries before passing) I told him what I was setting out to do on that sunny day. Of course, you again have to remember that my Spanish is not the best.... So I tell him that I am going to "cambinar contra cancer de pecho." Not bad, I think.....
Well, off to the race! Kim and Liz and I head for the Parque Simon Bolivar where, much to my surprise, there is a ginormous crowd!!!!! Wow! I couldn't believe my eyes! And to make it even more heart-warming, the women were all decked out in the official race shirt (which we Gringos didn't have because we didn't know to go pick it up), which was hot pink!! So there I stood, looking out over a sea of pink and black ~ not gonna lie, a tear sprang to my eye. It was like the Pavement Princesses from PTC en masse!!!!! Gosh I miss that relay!
Anyway, there were so many women, there it was crazy. There was also a huge bandstand with live music and a fitness instructor doing warm-up moves with the crowd before the races started. Most of that was pretty US ~ kind of Jazzersizy with aerobics and jazz squares. But here's the twist: after a little of that, they did some real dance moves ~ Salsa of course!!! It was great! Colombia sure is fun!!
Anyway, the race went great, even though we are still not sure if we walked in the right group! But as we were walking I noticed a banner over the street that said "blah blah 'contra cancer de sino'....." I asked my Spanish speaking friend what sino was and she said it was breast. Oh. "So", I asked her, "what does 'pecho' mean then?" "Well, it means breast too, but is used to refer to chicken breast, like on a menu." How did she know that is where I found the word?????????? Dang it.
We had a fantastic lunch (after driving our cab driver crazy driving all around town looking for a Mexican restaurant that was open!!!) and then went home and.... you guessed it ~ napped!!!!
Saturday, October 4, 2008
The Girls Are Coming!!!!!
Just a quick note to let the whole world know......
..... my girls are officially coming for Christmas!!!! Tickets for their stay have been purchased and we are going to have a great time here in Bogota, on the coast in Cartegena, and on the Isla Pirate off the coast of Cartegena! Yay!!!!!!
I love my girls!!!!!!
..... my girls are officially coming for Christmas!!!! Tickets for their stay have been purchased and we are going to have a great time here in Bogota, on the coast in Cartegena, and on the Isla Pirate off the coast of Cartegena! Yay!!!!!!
I love my girls!!!!!!
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The Palace
It pays to have friends in high places. And here that means ..... Isabella!
Yup, she managed to get a bunch of us Gringos in to see the Presidetial Palace!! No small feat, I should add, but Isabella doesn't take no for an answer so.... this Sunday,, we were off!
The palace is located in the 'old' part of town called La Candelaria. But before we headed there we ate at one of the most beautiful, eccentric restaurants there. La Antiquaria used to be an antique store (hence the name), housed in a lovely republic style house. Now the antiques are kept in some of the rooms off the hacienda, and the other rooms, as well as the indoor courtyard area, are all set up with beautiful, white linen covered tables decorated with small bouquets of red roses.
Of course, Isabella knows the owner/chef personally, so as we checked our orders with her (lest we make a mistake....) she headed into the kitchen just to be sure everything was going to be up to par. Yup, only perfection for her Gringos!
Luckily, we all ordered well, and the food was delicious!
From there we went to the palace. I don't have any pictures to post because we weren't allowed to use cameras. The palace is used by Uribe and foreign dignitaries so security is of the utmost importance. I can tell you that it was very Versaille-esque, but not as 'over the top'. It was very tasteful and had a Colombian flare. For example, there was a yellow room, a blue room, and red room, representing the colors of the Colombian flag. There was also some of the world's finest crystal in the form of chandeliers from Austria. The whole place was really quite impressive.
Not that the trip was without, well, concerns..... I will go public as saying that I was in trouble practically the whole day. Here is just a snipet of things you would have heard had you been with us:
"Excuse me, Kathy ~ I am talking" "You are too loud, you must be quiet in the palace or the guards will take you out" "Do not touch anything in the palace... Kathy Lum!"
*sigh*
Yup, she managed to get a bunch of us Gringos in to see the Presidetial Palace!! No small feat, I should add, but Isabella doesn't take no for an answer so.... this Sunday,, we were off!
The palace is located in the 'old' part of town called La Candelaria. But before we headed there we ate at one of the most beautiful, eccentric restaurants there. La Antiquaria used to be an antique store (hence the name), housed in a lovely republic style house. Now the antiques are kept in some of the rooms off the hacienda, and the other rooms, as well as the indoor courtyard area, are all set up with beautiful, white linen covered tables decorated with small bouquets of red roses.
Of course, Isabella knows the owner/chef personally, so as we checked our orders with her (lest we make a mistake....) she headed into the kitchen just to be sure everything was going to be up to par. Yup, only perfection for her Gringos!
Luckily, we all ordered well, and the food was delicious!
From there we went to the palace. I don't have any pictures to post because we weren't allowed to use cameras. The palace is used by Uribe and foreign dignitaries so security is of the utmost importance. I can tell you that it was very Versaille-esque, but not as 'over the top'. It was very tasteful and had a Colombian flare. For example, there was a yellow room, a blue room, and red room, representing the colors of the Colombian flag. There was also some of the world's finest crystal in the form of chandeliers from Austria. The whole place was really quite impressive.
Not that the trip was without, well, concerns..... I will go public as saying that I was in trouble practically the whole day. Here is just a snipet of things you would have heard had you been with us:
"Excuse me, Kathy ~ I am talking" "You are too loud, you must be quiet in the palace or the guards will take you out" "Do not touch anything in the palace... Kathy Lum!"
*sigh*
Sunday, September 28, 2008
Friday Night!
Well, this was a pretty tough week (that's my story and I'm sticking to it!) and so we all felt that we deserved a night of fun and relaxation! The problem is, there were so many fun things going on, I kind of couldn't decide which to do. So what's a girl to do? That's right~ all of them!!! LOL
As soon as school was out, I met up with Julianne, the assistant in one of my rooms, and some other teachers to head out to her house. Julianne, who lives in the northern part of Bogota, invited us all over to her place for her specialty: arepas con juevos. It was great! She actually started us out with some homemade empanadas, which were scrumptious! Then, as she and I drank rum and coke in the kitchen while the others gossiped in Spanish, she whipped up the specialty. This is how they go: first she fries up an arepa, which is sort of like a thicker tortilla. Then she takes it out and makes a slit on one side, where the arepa sort of bubbled. Into this pocket she pours a raw egg! (and this is the magic part) She returns the arepa to the pan adn the egg doesn't seep out, but cooks instead! Right inside the arepa!! Magic. That's what it is! And that is how they taste. Oh, my gosh, the are delectable!!!!
Well, after our delicious meal, I caught a ride home with Mersa. But it was only 7:30. And a Friday night. So, I called Sheila to see if I could catch up with them (Aaron had told me that they were all going to go out and said I should join them). She said they were all at the Mojito bar (yum!) so I called a cab and made my way over there. Well, the Aaron group wasn't there, but I found a fun groups so we all danced and enjoyed the local beverage! What fun!!! I think I am starting to get this whole Salsa thing :-)
But fun as it was, come 10:00 we were ready for something different. Actually, we all just wanted to crash a party hosted by our wonderful elementary art teacher, Maria Ines. She was having a terraace warming party so.... off we went. First we had to stop by an open grocer (hard to find that late at night) to pick up some munchies/beverages to share at the party. Luckily, in the opposite direction of what we needed, we finally found a place. With goodies in hand we headed to the party.
And it was awesome. Her terrace had a great view of the city and the fact that it started to lightly drizzle just made the dancing outside even more fun. And, as per her reputation, Ines was a great hostess, even bringing out little belly dancer skirts. You know, the ones with all the little 'coins' on them that jingle when you shake your hips? Well, they were a hit! In fact, I really wanted to take one home!!!!
This was a night to be long remembered!
As soon as school was out, I met up with Julianne, the assistant in one of my rooms, and some other teachers to head out to her house. Julianne, who lives in the northern part of Bogota, invited us all over to her place for her specialty: arepas con juevos. It was great! She actually started us out with some homemade empanadas, which were scrumptious! Then, as she and I drank rum and coke in the kitchen while the others gossiped in Spanish, she whipped up the specialty. This is how they go: first she fries up an arepa, which is sort of like a thicker tortilla. Then she takes it out and makes a slit on one side, where the arepa sort of bubbled. Into this pocket she pours a raw egg! (and this is the magic part) She returns the arepa to the pan adn the egg doesn't seep out, but cooks instead! Right inside the arepa!! Magic. That's what it is! And that is how they taste. Oh, my gosh, the are delectable!!!!
Well, after our delicious meal, I caught a ride home with Mersa. But it was only 7:30. And a Friday night. So, I called Sheila to see if I could catch up with them (Aaron had told me that they were all going to go out and said I should join them). She said they were all at the Mojito bar (yum!) so I called a cab and made my way over there. Well, the Aaron group wasn't there, but I found a fun groups so we all danced and enjoyed the local beverage! What fun!!! I think I am starting to get this whole Salsa thing :-)
But fun as it was, come 10:00 we were ready for something different. Actually, we all just wanted to crash a party hosted by our wonderful elementary art teacher, Maria Ines. She was having a terraace warming party so.... off we went. First we had to stop by an open grocer (hard to find that late at night) to pick up some munchies/beverages to share at the party. Luckily, in the opposite direction of what we needed, we finally found a place. With goodies in hand we headed to the party.
And it was awesome. Her terrace had a great view of the city and the fact that it started to lightly drizzle just made the dancing outside even more fun. And, as per her reputation, Ines was a great hostess, even bringing out little belly dancer skirts. You know, the ones with all the little 'coins' on them that jingle when you shake your hips? Well, they were a hit! In fact, I really wanted to take one home!!!!
This was a night to be long remembered!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
The Hot Country
Mmmmmmmm..... sun, pool, drinks..... that is the life!
So, here's the scoop on Columbia..... there aren't really any seasons here. Well, they say that it gets wet or dry, but that's not really seasons. If you want to experience a different climate you just change elevations. And that is what I did this weekend. Well, me and 12 of my closest friends! LOL
Actually, it was a trip to a resort near the town of Melgar, that was organized by Isabella ~ which made us a little nervous. Luckily, the hotel didn't make any mistakes with our rooms so she didn't have to yell at anyone behind the desk! In fact, she only had to 'shush' the young man behind the desk once! (He made the mistake of telling her something before she was done explaining to us how to use the free drink coupon.)
Yup, free drinks, reduced rates on the rooms. It is sort of like a business perk. Apparently all businesses have to belong to some sort of "club". Then all the people associated with that business, or in our case, school, have the privilege of visiting the club for 'mental health' days and such. A perk. For teachers. Go figure! I love Colombia!!!!
Anyway, this 'club' that we belong to has resorts throughout Colombia apparently and the one at Melgar is just one of the closest to Bogota.
And the place was gorgeous! Our rooms were beautiful, as were the grounds of the hotel. And the pool was fabulous! In fact I spent virtually the entire weekend in the pool or (for a short while) lounging next to it catching some rays.
I only got out for a massage and dinner! What a relaxing weekend! I know that we will make this trip at least once a month. :-)
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So, here's the scoop on Columbia..... there aren't really any seasons here. Well, they say that it gets wet or dry, but that's not really seasons. If you want to experience a different climate you just change elevations. And that is what I did this weekend. Well, me and 12 of my closest friends! LOL
Actually, it was a trip to a resort near the town of Melgar, that was organized by Isabella ~ which made us a little nervous. Luckily, the hotel didn't make any mistakes with our rooms so she didn't have to yell at anyone behind the desk! In fact, she only had to 'shush' the young man behind the desk once! (He made the mistake of telling her something before she was done explaining to us how to use the free drink coupon.)
Yup, free drinks, reduced rates on the rooms. It is sort of like a business perk. Apparently all businesses have to belong to some sort of "club". Then all the people associated with that business, or in our case, school, have the privilege of visiting the club for 'mental health' days and such. A perk. For teachers. Go figure! I love Colombia!!!!
Anyway, this 'club' that we belong to has resorts throughout Colombia apparently and the one at Melgar is just one of the closest to Bogota.
And the place was gorgeous! Our rooms were beautiful, as were the grounds of the hotel. And the pool was fabulous! In fact I spent virtually the entire weekend in the pool or (for a short while) lounging next to it catching some rays.
I only got out for a massage and dinner! What a relaxing weekend! I know that we will make this trip at least once a month. :-)
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Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monserrate
Well, this Sunday I decided it was time to scale one of the mountains around Bogota! I called all my friends, Colombian and US, and invited them to join me on my trek up Monserrate. All of my Colombian friends politely bowed out, leaving me with 5 fearless Gringos outfitted in blue jeans, walking shoes, and carrying water bottles.
First a bit of background.... Cerro de Monserrate is one of the mountains that borders the eastern side of the city. At the top is a church, built around 1640, which has been the destination for pilgrims since it's founding. You see Monserrate in just about every photo of Bogota as it pretty much dominates the landscape. The church at Monserrate sits at about 3,200 meters above sea level. Bogota is at around 2,650 meters. This information will take on more meaning later.....
So, the six of us climb into cabs at around 10 on a cloudy but beautifully clear Sunday morning and ride to the base of the pilgrimage climb. Eagerly we jump from the taxis, ready to start our journey to the top of the mountain.
We had been warned of the crowds. In fact, one of the reasons we chose Sunday is because the crowds make the trip up the mountainside safer from muggers.....
What we don't expect were the many vendors on the side of the path selling everything from water to fruit, rosaries to rings.
Luckily the path was pretty wide at this point, mostly stairs made from time-worn stones. We started our ascent but slowed quickly. Partly because of the crowds, partly because of the vendors, but mostly because of the angle of ascent! Our group quickly split in two, the faster and the slower. I easily could have hung with the 'big boys' but, not wanting anyone to feel left behind, I graciously stayed behind .... (wink, wink)
Actually, despite the altitude (which I swear I am still not used to when it comes to physical exersion!) I did pretty well. The only time I really struggled, was about halfway up, when the path had narrowed and the vendors disappeared, where the angle took a sharp upturn! Impossible, I know, but it did!!! Man, was that tough!! I had to stop and catch my breath for real!!!!!
Finally, though, we did all make it. It took me about an hour. That seemed to impress my Colombian friends when I told them after my return. (Oh, I should mention that I suddenly realized, about halfway up, why they all "had other plans"!!!!)
The view from the top was soooooo worth the climb. Bogota is a HUGE city and seeing it from about 1000 meters was breathtaking.
In addition to the church, there is a beautifully laid out path amidst flowers and trees, where you can admire statues that depict the last walk of Christ.
There are also a couple of very nice restaurants. We didn't exactly feel appropriately dressed to dine in one of the most expensive restaurants in Bogota (all the food has to be carted up the mountain!), but the maitre de assured us we were fine. So, we ate in the lovely Restaurante Santa Clara and enjoyed the magnificent view together.
One view is that of a neighboring mountain, Cerro de Guadeloupe:
We decided to take the cable car down - oh, did I forget to mention that they had a cable car? Yeah, I know.... we asked ourselves that same question, about three quarters of the way up!
First a bit of background.... Cerro de Monserrate is one of the mountains that borders the eastern side of the city. At the top is a church, built around 1640, which has been the destination for pilgrims since it's founding. You see Monserrate in just about every photo of Bogota as it pretty much dominates the landscape. The church at Monserrate sits at about 3,200 meters above sea level. Bogota is at around 2,650 meters. This information will take on more meaning later.....
So, the six of us climb into cabs at around 10 on a cloudy but beautifully clear Sunday morning and ride to the base of the pilgrimage climb. Eagerly we jump from the taxis, ready to start our journey to the top of the mountain.
We had been warned of the crowds. In fact, one of the reasons we chose Sunday is because the crowds make the trip up the mountainside safer from muggers.....
What we don't expect were the many vendors on the side of the path selling everything from water to fruit, rosaries to rings.
Luckily the path was pretty wide at this point, mostly stairs made from time-worn stones. We started our ascent but slowed quickly. Partly because of the crowds, partly because of the vendors, but mostly because of the angle of ascent! Our group quickly split in two, the faster and the slower. I easily could have hung with the 'big boys' but, not wanting anyone to feel left behind, I graciously stayed behind .... (wink, wink)
Actually, despite the altitude (which I swear I am still not used to when it comes to physical exersion!) I did pretty well. The only time I really struggled, was about halfway up, when the path had narrowed and the vendors disappeared, where the angle took a sharp upturn! Impossible, I know, but it did!!! Man, was that tough!! I had to stop and catch my breath for real!!!!!
Finally, though, we did all make it. It took me about an hour. That seemed to impress my Colombian friends when I told them after my return. (Oh, I should mention that I suddenly realized, about halfway up, why they all "had other plans"!!!!)
The view from the top was soooooo worth the climb. Bogota is a HUGE city and seeing it from about 1000 meters was breathtaking.
In addition to the church, there is a beautifully laid out path amidst flowers and trees, where you can admire statues that depict the last walk of Christ.
There are also a couple of very nice restaurants. We didn't exactly feel appropriately dressed to dine in one of the most expensive restaurants in Bogota (all the food has to be carted up the mountain!), but the maitre de assured us we were fine. So, we ate in the lovely Restaurante Santa Clara and enjoyed the magnificent view together.
One view is that of a neighboring mountain, Cerro de Guadeloupe:
We decided to take the cable car down - oh, did I forget to mention that they had a cable car? Yeah, I know.... we asked ourselves that same question, about three quarters of the way up!
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Native Speaker
My Spanish is getting soooooooooo good!!! Well, I mean, I am still getting a tutor and I really probably shouldn't wander too far from fellow gringos, but seriously ~ I am getting pretty darned good. And you know why? Taxi drivers.
Yup, I owe my Spanish proficiency to the friendly cab drivers who don't mind muddling through my, sometimes painful I'm sure, conversation. I am sure I sound something like: "Me go not today on mountain of Bogota where me walk. It much work. Bogota very very pretty." Of course you are not getting the benefit of my incredibly helpful hand gestures, body movements, and onomatopeoia. All of which enhance the conversation greatly!
So, between my tutor and my taxi drivers my Spanish will be out of this world in no time!
Yup, I owe my Spanish proficiency to the friendly cab drivers who don't mind muddling through my, sometimes painful I'm sure, conversation. I am sure I sound something like: "Me go not today on mountain of Bogota where me walk. It much work. Bogota very very pretty." Of course you are not getting the benefit of my incredibly helpful hand gestures, body movements, and onomatopeoia. All of which enhance the conversation greatly!
So, between my tutor and my taxi drivers my Spanish will be out of this world in no time!
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Sparklies and Barrios
After my excellent day yesterday, I decided today to take a cab to the bank and then, more importantly, to my emerald guy (that's what you get to call him when you actually buy an emerald!!!) And it all went fine. Well, except that I couldn't remember exactly where the bank was and my driver didn't either so we had to drive around and around for a while.... But we finally found it and, and as Octavius (the driver) was telling me that he would (picture him now pointing to his eye ala "The Fockers") 'protect me', I struggled to get myself out of the cab as quickly as possible, all the while smiling and saying 'muchas gracias' but hoping to high heaven that he wasn't saying that he would wait for me to finish my business at the bank!!!!
Luckily, Octavius wasn't waiting as I emerged from the bank and walked down the street to my emerald guy. It's a weird feeling, walking in Colombia after having taken some money out of your account. All the horror stories you've heard come to mind and you find yourself clutching your purse hard to your side as you race down the sidewalk trying to look menacingly at all who pass.
I made it safely, though, and found that the treacherous journey was worth it. I LOVE Colombia!
Of course, I had to call another cab to get my precious jewels home (I was lectured on the foolishness of wanting to wear my emeralds out in public by a very old, but elegant woman (mother of my emerald guy) who entertained me as I waited for my ride. This trip was uneventful, thankfully, and I was able to get upstairs and hide away my loot.
Next on my agenda was a trip to the "barrio"! Let me back up a bit. Picture me on the couch, ankle propped at the appropriate angle, and three workers in my house fixing a leaky toilet, plastering walls, and hanging paintings. Well, one of them, Alberto, while waiting for the plaster to dry a bit before painting, was sitting with me and took notice of my television sitting on the floor. "I know, I know," I told him. I needed to find a table for it but didn't know where to go. Well....... he apparently did know where to go. (we were using Babblefish on my laptop to communicate) and he started to write down that he would take me to the barrio on the 12 of October to get a table. I couldn't figure out why we had to wait for October, and when I asked him he explained that, no no, not the month ~ Octobre was the name of the street in the barrio. Ah....... Well, I was excited that he knew where to go and, even more that he was willing to take me. I was not, however, excited that we were going to the barrio.
You see, 'the barrio' is what the gringos call the area to the south of me that is poor and run down and in which you WILL get mugged should you be there at the wrong time (any time!). So you can see why I was nervous. On the other hand, Alberto was a tall (relatively), young Colombian who, for all I knew lived in the barrio. So I agreed.
Well..... turns out that 'barrio' simply means 'neighborhood'!!!!!!!! My friend Sheila explained this to me when I told her about my very exciting trip. Whew! Well, she was right, and Alberto and I along with Arlet (my maid) and Aaron all hopped in a cab and headed for the furniture district, which it turns out is open all the time, not just on the 12 of October!
We walked the streets for two hours looking for the perfect table for my tv and finally, at the last store (.... okay, I know how that sounds, but seriously we said "this is the last store") I found the perfect table. It is simple, with a shelf for the direct tv box and my beautiful digital picture frame, and most importantly, it was CHEAP! Alberto and I are going to pick it up on Friday after school. I can't wait!
Luckily, Octavius wasn't waiting as I emerged from the bank and walked down the street to my emerald guy. It's a weird feeling, walking in Colombia after having taken some money out of your account. All the horror stories you've heard come to mind and you find yourself clutching your purse hard to your side as you race down the sidewalk trying to look menacingly at all who pass.
I made it safely, though, and found that the treacherous journey was worth it. I LOVE Colombia!
Of course, I had to call another cab to get my precious jewels home (I was lectured on the foolishness of wanting to wear my emeralds out in public by a very old, but elegant woman (mother of my emerald guy) who entertained me as I waited for my ride. This trip was uneventful, thankfully, and I was able to get upstairs and hide away my loot.
Next on my agenda was a trip to the "barrio"! Let me back up a bit. Picture me on the couch, ankle propped at the appropriate angle, and three workers in my house fixing a leaky toilet, plastering walls, and hanging paintings. Well, one of them, Alberto, while waiting for the plaster to dry a bit before painting, was sitting with me and took notice of my television sitting on the floor. "I know, I know," I told him. I needed to find a table for it but didn't know where to go. Well....... he apparently did know where to go. (we were using Babblefish on my laptop to communicate) and he started to write down that he would take me to the barrio on the 12 of October to get a table. I couldn't figure out why we had to wait for October, and when I asked him he explained that, no no, not the month ~ Octobre was the name of the street in the barrio. Ah....... Well, I was excited that he knew where to go and, even more that he was willing to take me. I was not, however, excited that we were going to the barrio.
You see, 'the barrio' is what the gringos call the area to the south of me that is poor and run down and in which you WILL get mugged should you be there at the wrong time (any time!). So you can see why I was nervous. On the other hand, Alberto was a tall (relatively), young Colombian who, for all I knew lived in the barrio. So I agreed.
Well..... turns out that 'barrio' simply means 'neighborhood'!!!!!!!! My friend Sheila explained this to me when I told her about my very exciting trip. Whew! Well, she was right, and Alberto and I along with Arlet (my maid) and Aaron all hopped in a cab and headed for the furniture district, which it turns out is open all the time, not just on the 12 of October!
We walked the streets for two hours looking for the perfect table for my tv and finally, at the last store (.... okay, I know how that sounds, but seriously we said "this is the last store") I found the perfect table. It is simple, with a shelf for the direct tv box and my beautiful digital picture frame, and most importantly, it was CHEAP! Alberto and I are going to pick it up on Friday after school. I can't wait!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Out of the Apartment!
Today, despite my being 'incapacitado', I showered, dressed, and hobbled down to the street where I caught my cab to get to the hairdresser that my friend Marsha recommended. I knew it was against the rules, but staying inside was making me crazy!
Norbeto's salon is quite a ways from the apartment and so I had plenty of time to practice my ever improving Spanish on my driver (they love it when you do that!!) In fact, this guy actually did seem to enjoy my attempts at conversation, and tried to explain what the various buildings, universities, and trees were. On one street, where we were stuck in traffic, there were vendors wandering the street with their wares. I asked what one man was selling (it looked like a grape-like cluster of limes). Oh, my driver informed me, those were 'mamons' and they were delicious. He started to call out to the vendor so that I could buy some but I told him, no no, it was alright, I was just curious. "Tranquilo, tranqilo" he told me, and he called the guy over, bought a bunch of mamons and gave them to me to try. What a nice guy!!!!!!!!!!! I doubt that cab drivers anywhere else would buy fruit for their passengers!
Well, he was right. The mamons are delicious!!!! They do look like little limes, and to eat them you have to 'crack' open the rind by biting it until it 'pops'! The fruit inside reminds me of jellies (aka jellyfish) because the light peach colored meat slings to the seed and yet sort of 'floats' away from it all at the same time.
It's hard to explain, but to eat it you pretty much just suck on it like candy until all the fruit eventually comes off the seed. Sounds gross, I know, but trust me, it's great! And everyone here seems to love them as much as I do. I had fun sharing them at the salon.
The salon...... wow! I didn't have an appointment to get my hair done. I had called this morning for an appointment, but they couldn't find Hugo, my friend's hair dresser, and they said they would call back, but telephone conversations are so hard for me since I can't act out the words I don't know... so I decided that taking a little jaunt out to the place would be a better idea. Besides, I liked the idea of seeing the salon before making an appointment. Here in Colombia you never know what you may find. So, I hopped out of the cab (my ankle feeling so much better not having to be stuck in the apartment all day again!) and made my way into the salon. It was very pretty. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, lots of pretty people. Not the kind of place I would EVER go into in the states for fear they would charge me just for looking!!! I was about to back quietly out the door, when a lovely woman came to ask if I wanted a manicure. Well..... what's a girl to say????
I explained, in my Spanglish and sign language, that I was there to make an appointment with Hugo. The older, more severe woman behind the counter remembered my earlier phone conversation with her and she commanded that two ladies (the manicurist and a sheepish young thing who spoke some English) take me to Hugo immediately. Well, they did and he was there and he happened to have the afternoon free so he sat me down and they all started in. He matched my hair color to a swatch, the manicurist started to remove my old polish, and the sheepish young thing offered me a myriad of drinks. It was all just a bit overwhelming. And even though I paid more than I had planned, my hair isn't fuschia and I am feeling very relaxed and lovely!
Norbeto's salon is quite a ways from the apartment and so I had plenty of time to practice my ever improving Spanish on my driver (they love it when you do that!!) In fact, this guy actually did seem to enjoy my attempts at conversation, and tried to explain what the various buildings, universities, and trees were. On one street, where we were stuck in traffic, there were vendors wandering the street with their wares. I asked what one man was selling (it looked like a grape-like cluster of limes). Oh, my driver informed me, those were 'mamons' and they were delicious. He started to call out to the vendor so that I could buy some but I told him, no no, it was alright, I was just curious. "Tranquilo, tranqilo" he told me, and he called the guy over, bought a bunch of mamons and gave them to me to try. What a nice guy!!!!!!!!!!! I doubt that cab drivers anywhere else would buy fruit for their passengers!
Well, he was right. The mamons are delicious!!!! They do look like little limes, and to eat them you have to 'crack' open the rind by biting it until it 'pops'! The fruit inside reminds me of jellies (aka jellyfish) because the light peach colored meat slings to the seed and yet sort of 'floats' away from it all at the same time.
It's hard to explain, but to eat it you pretty much just suck on it like candy until all the fruit eventually comes off the seed. Sounds gross, I know, but trust me, it's great! And everyone here seems to love them as much as I do. I had fun sharing them at the salon.
The salon...... wow! I didn't have an appointment to get my hair done. I had called this morning for an appointment, but they couldn't find Hugo, my friend's hair dresser, and they said they would call back, but telephone conversations are so hard for me since I can't act out the words I don't know... so I decided that taking a little jaunt out to the place would be a better idea. Besides, I liked the idea of seeing the salon before making an appointment. Here in Colombia you never know what you may find. So, I hopped out of the cab (my ankle feeling so much better not having to be stuck in the apartment all day again!) and made my way into the salon. It was very pretty. Marble floors, crystal chandeliers, lots of pretty people. Not the kind of place I would EVER go into in the states for fear they would charge me just for looking!!! I was about to back quietly out the door, when a lovely woman came to ask if I wanted a manicure. Well..... what's a girl to say????
I explained, in my Spanglish and sign language, that I was there to make an appointment with Hugo. The older, more severe woman behind the counter remembered my earlier phone conversation with her and she commanded that two ladies (the manicurist and a sheepish young thing who spoke some English) take me to Hugo immediately. Well, they did and he was there and he happened to have the afternoon free so he sat me down and they all started in. He matched my hair color to a swatch, the manicurist started to remove my old polish, and the sheepish young thing offered me a myriad of drinks. It was all just a bit overwhelming. And even though I paid more than I had planned, my hair isn't fuschia and I am feeling very relaxed and lovely!
Thursday, September 4, 2008
Not so content . . .
Well, I am sitting here on my couch, again..... only this time not so 'content'. For those of you who had concerns about my health care down here in Colombia, let me allay your fears!! The health care is GREAT ~ if a bit extreme. Let me explain...
Tuesday afternoon, trying to get lots done before going home, I went (a bit too swiftly) to my cabinet in the math room and as I spun around to head back to my desk, I twisted my ankle. Yes, it was reminiscent of the Princess Sprain of a few years back, to the point that I almost passed out. The fainting spell was more because I was remembering how terrible that first sprain was. Missy, you were there, you know!!!! Anyway, I collected myself and hobbled home. Tuesday, as I was semi limping up the hill to my classroom, I ran into a friend who, as a former coach, suggested that I go to the infirmary for an ace bandage so as to immobilize my ankle for a speedier recovery. I thanked him for his advice and after getting the same advice from a math colleague a few minutes later, I went to the infirmary.
Well, after looking at my swollen ankle, the nurse there immobilized me alright! She wouldn't let me leave!!!! Even though my first class was about to begin and even though my belongings were in the math room, I was stuck! She applied an anti-inflammatory cream (which I never even knew existed) and wrapped my ankle in ice. Then she called the office to get someone to take care of my classes; called admin to get copies of my health card and Colombian identification card ('schedula') neither of which I had on my person since I don't carry my purse to school (so much for not carrying valuables!!); and she called the emergency room. Yup, that's right. Because the 'accident' happened at school, they were required to take me in to the hospital.
So, then, as if missing class for a twisted ankle wasn't bad enough, she, amidst many a protest by her not willing patient, managed to wrestle me into a wheelchair and then pushed me through school to the waiting car and driver and translator. Now, what I want to know is, why were so many people out and about instead of teaching in their classrooms at 9:10 on a school morning?????? Because I am pretty sure that every person I know at CNG was out on the sidewalk to witness my humiliating ride to the car.
Anyway, after tearful goodbyes and protests of 'it's just a sprained ankle' I was locked into the car and whisked off to an emergency room. And even though my translator, Fanny, and I were expecting a long wait, we were blood pressure checked, doctor inspected, x-rayed, and doctor wrapped all in under 2 hours. Maybe the fact that I was a Gringo with muy pequeno Espanol......! So all in all, the hospital visit wasn't all bad. Not ALL bad, meaning there was some bad news. Because my ankle had a "strong" sprain, I was given this short form, signed and stamped by my doctor, explaining that I would be "incapasitado" for 5 days! That means that for 5 DAYS I am expected to sit on my couch, not touching my foot to the ground, so that I can heal properly!!!! Did I mention this was for 5 DAYS???????????????????? Well, again with the tears, I pleaded for him to take it back, insisting that it was just a twisted ankle and that I would hop most of the time so no weight would be put on the injured ankle.... Nothing doing. These Colombian doctors, and administrators, and colleagues, and translators are a tough bunch!
So.... here I am 'enjoying' a vacation from school. Funny how we always wish we could have days of just lounging around but when we get them we are not happy about it at all.
Anyone for a game of pool online??????
Tuesday afternoon, trying to get lots done before going home, I went (a bit too swiftly) to my cabinet in the math room and as I spun around to head back to my desk, I twisted my ankle. Yes, it was reminiscent of the Princess Sprain of a few years back, to the point that I almost passed out. The fainting spell was more because I was remembering how terrible that first sprain was. Missy, you were there, you know!!!! Anyway, I collected myself and hobbled home. Tuesday, as I was semi limping up the hill to my classroom, I ran into a friend who, as a former coach, suggested that I go to the infirmary for an ace bandage so as to immobilize my ankle for a speedier recovery. I thanked him for his advice and after getting the same advice from a math colleague a few minutes later, I went to the infirmary.
Well, after looking at my swollen ankle, the nurse there immobilized me alright! She wouldn't let me leave!!!! Even though my first class was about to begin and even though my belongings were in the math room, I was stuck! She applied an anti-inflammatory cream (which I never even knew existed) and wrapped my ankle in ice. Then she called the office to get someone to take care of my classes; called admin to get copies of my health card and Colombian identification card ('schedula') neither of which I had on my person since I don't carry my purse to school (so much for not carrying valuables!!); and she called the emergency room. Yup, that's right. Because the 'accident' happened at school, they were required to take me in to the hospital.
So, then, as if missing class for a twisted ankle wasn't bad enough, she, amidst many a protest by her not willing patient, managed to wrestle me into a wheelchair and then pushed me through school to the waiting car and driver and translator. Now, what I want to know is, why were so many people out and about instead of teaching in their classrooms at 9:10 on a school morning?????? Because I am pretty sure that every person I know at CNG was out on the sidewalk to witness my humiliating ride to the car.
Anyway, after tearful goodbyes and protests of 'it's just a sprained ankle' I was locked into the car and whisked off to an emergency room. And even though my translator, Fanny, and I were expecting a long wait, we were blood pressure checked, doctor inspected, x-rayed, and doctor wrapped all in under 2 hours. Maybe the fact that I was a Gringo with muy pequeno Espanol......! So all in all, the hospital visit wasn't all bad. Not ALL bad, meaning there was some bad news. Because my ankle had a "strong" sprain, I was given this short form, signed and stamped by my doctor, explaining that I would be "incapasitado" for 5 days! That means that for 5 DAYS I am expected to sit on my couch, not touching my foot to the ground, so that I can heal properly!!!! Did I mention this was for 5 DAYS???????????????????? Well, again with the tears, I pleaded for him to take it back, insisting that it was just a twisted ankle and that I would hop most of the time so no weight would be put on the injured ankle.... Nothing doing. These Colombian doctors, and administrators, and colleagues, and translators are a tough bunch!
So.... here I am 'enjoying' a vacation from school. Funny how we always wish we could have days of just lounging around but when we get them we are not happy about it at all.
Anyone for a game of pool online??????
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Content with where I am...
I am just sitting here on my couch. It's dark outside even though it's only a little after 8. It gets dark here at about 6:30 or 7 and you know what? I don't even mind. In fact, that is what I am sitting here thinking about ~ how I am just so...... content here. Even the getting dark early doesn't bother me. Of course that could be because I have to get up sooooo early that the early dark just offers me the excuse of going to bed early!!
And of course it helps that I am able to take the time here to get to know myself again. There is definitely something good about being alone for a while in your life, I've decided. I've always been reflective, but here, somehow, it's more meaningful. Maybe because I am here by myself?
But back to the content state of mind.... Just when I think that I am totally used to being here, something happens that makes it all seem surreal again. These aren't big important things. No, it can be the tiniest thing. Like tonight. Walking down the broken sidewalks with Aaron, talking about our Back to School nights, on our way to Juan Valdez for a muy delicioso cup of Chocolate ~ mmmmm. You know, before I got here, I worried about the weather. A lot. After all, I was leaving rainy, not too hot Washington for a spot in South America that is rainy and not too hot. But you know, it isn't the same here. I mean, the rain doesn't stay too long and the sky is quick to turn blue again. And the cooler temperatures.... maybe it's the fact that there is only ever about a 10 degree difference, but it doesn't feel that cold here.
And school sometimes makes my stay here feel surreal. Like, I don't make my own copies anymore. Nope, there are these very nice young men who do that for us. Of course, they are one of the main reasons that I am trying to learn Spanish. Do you have any idea how hard it is to act out "back to back copies"???????? LOL
All in all, and despite the fact that I miss my girls so much, I am very happy here. (And not just because they mine emeralds!!!)
And of course it helps that I am able to take the time here to get to know myself again. There is definitely something good about being alone for a while in your life, I've decided. I've always been reflective, but here, somehow, it's more meaningful. Maybe because I am here by myself?
But back to the content state of mind.... Just when I think that I am totally used to being here, something happens that makes it all seem surreal again. These aren't big important things. No, it can be the tiniest thing. Like tonight. Walking down the broken sidewalks with Aaron, talking about our Back to School nights, on our way to Juan Valdez for a muy delicioso cup of Chocolate ~ mmmmm. You know, before I got here, I worried about the weather. A lot. After all, I was leaving rainy, not too hot Washington for a spot in South America that is rainy and not too hot. But you know, it isn't the same here. I mean, the rain doesn't stay too long and the sky is quick to turn blue again. And the cooler temperatures.... maybe it's the fact that there is only ever about a 10 degree difference, but it doesn't feel that cold here.
And school sometimes makes my stay here feel surreal. Like, I don't make my own copies anymore. Nope, there are these very nice young men who do that for us. Of course, they are one of the main reasons that I am trying to learn Spanish. Do you have any idea how hard it is to act out "back to back copies"???????? LOL
All in all, and despite the fact that I miss my girls so much, I am very happy here. (And not just because they mine emeralds!!!)
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Shiny Things and Girls :-)
Okay, one more word..... Emeralds!!!!!! Wow! Did you know that the finest emeralds in the world are found in Colombia? Or that about 60% of the world's emeralds are mined right here in Colombia?
Well, I just had the greatest shopping experience ever!!!! Diana, a friend from CNG, took a couple of us to the home/shop of an emerald dealer. Oh, my gosh! The stones were beautiful!!! And I found so many things that I would love to have.... Unfortunately, I don't have $20,000 laying around. Or for that matter not even $5000. But I did find something that I can afford. It is the most beautiful ring with emeralds and diamonds in a line, set in yellow gold. I also found some matching earrings that I almost didn't take out when I left!!!! He is making the set for me and I will pick them up next Saturday. I can hardly wait!!!!!!
I really like it here :-)
Well, I just had the greatest shopping experience ever!!!! Diana, a friend from CNG, took a couple of us to the home/shop of an emerald dealer. Oh, my gosh! The stones were beautiful!!! And I found so many things that I would love to have.... Unfortunately, I don't have $20,000 laying around. Or for that matter not even $5000. But I did find something that I can afford. It is the most beautiful ring with emeralds and diamonds in a line, set in yellow gold. I also found some matching earrings that I almost didn't take out when I left!!!! He is making the set for me and I will pick them up next Saturday. I can hardly wait!!!!!!
I really like it here :-)
Friday, August 29, 2008
Back to School Assembly
Thursday was a bit day at Colegio Nueva Granada. The children came in their formal uniforms and we had our official Back To School Assembly. The thing is, there wasn't much to it ~ singing, marching, announcing, and more singing. And yet, it was one of the most moving assemblies I have ever attended.
We all climbed the mountain to the high school gym where the younger children sat on the floor and the older ones sat in the bleachers upstairs. The kids waited patiently for about half an hour while everyone assembled ~ Colombian time is a bit more relaxed than US time! Then all the children and teachers stood and sang the Colombian national anthem (which I guess I should learn) and the US national anthem which I know!) and then the school song (which I also have to learn). Then (and this was the best part) this year's senior class walked in, hand in hand, with the new class of Kinder4 children. Watching those seniors gently lead the cutest, tiniest, newest members of the CNG family into the gym, with Disney's "Colors of the Wind" playing in the background, brought tears to my eyes. It was such a touching moment. And it really showed the family feeling of CNG. There is a strong allegiance to this alma mater, as parent alumni send their babies to the school. Anyway, it is hard to describe here, but trust me when I say it was one of the most touching moments I have ever experienced at a school assembly. I am glad that I am a member of this family.
We all climbed the mountain to the high school gym where the younger children sat on the floor and the older ones sat in the bleachers upstairs. The kids waited patiently for about half an hour while everyone assembled ~ Colombian time is a bit more relaxed than US time! Then all the children and teachers stood and sang the Colombian national anthem (which I guess I should learn) and the US national anthem which I know!) and then the school song (which I also have to learn). Then (and this was the best part) this year's senior class walked in, hand in hand, with the new class of Kinder4 children. Watching those seniors gently lead the cutest, tiniest, newest members of the CNG family into the gym, with Disney's "Colors of the Wind" playing in the background, brought tears to my eyes. It was such a touching moment. And it really showed the family feeling of CNG. There is a strong allegiance to this alma mater, as parent alumni send their babies to the school. Anyway, it is hard to describe here, but trust me when I say it was one of the most touching moments I have ever experienced at a school assembly. I am glad that I am a member of this family.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I did it!!!
You know,life is not about the amount of money you make. Or how fancy a car you drive. It's not even about how many friends you have. No, life is about succeeding at those little things that REALLY make a difference. For example, today I finally experienced such a success. Today, I called and ordered my dinner for delivery!!!
I know this may not seem like much to most of you, but trust me, this was a BIG deal. After the fiasco with the first attempt, a number of days ago, I was leery of even trying again. But not one to let little disasters get the better of me, I did make another attempt. Well, and this time I had help! I used Babblefish (thank you thank you thank you to Erin Z.!!!!!) and I WROTE DOWN the phrases I would need and then I PRACTICED THEM out loud until I was sure I had them mastered. Then I dialed. They answered and asked ..... well, okay, so I'm not sure what they asked, but I let them know that I did not speak very much Spanish and I proceeded to place my order. There were more questions that I simply ignored, going on with my well-rehearsed ordering conversation. And..... SUCCESS!!!! I actually had a super delicious Olivetto's Calzone for dinner!!! And I ordered it all my myself!!!! (I of course called down to my portero, Christian, immediately with the good news (he was the one who ordered the last time, as I stood by tearfully. He was thrilled as well!)
So you see, it's the small things in life that matter. So, 'tranquillo' everyone. Don't worry about the big stuff. Just enjoy the little things that really matter!!
(I would have added a picture of the sublime Calzoni, but I ate it before I got a chance to snap a photo.....)
I know this may not seem like much to most of you, but trust me, this was a BIG deal. After the fiasco with the first attempt, a number of days ago, I was leery of even trying again. But not one to let little disasters get the better of me, I did make another attempt. Well, and this time I had help! I used Babblefish (thank you thank you thank you to Erin Z.!!!!!) and I WROTE DOWN the phrases I would need and then I PRACTICED THEM out loud until I was sure I had them mastered. Then I dialed. They answered and asked ..... well, okay, so I'm not sure what they asked, but I let them know that I did not speak very much Spanish and I proceeded to place my order. There were more questions that I simply ignored, going on with my well-rehearsed ordering conversation. And..... SUCCESS!!!! I actually had a super delicious Olivetto's Calzone for dinner!!! And I ordered it all my myself!!!! (I of course called down to my portero, Christian, immediately with the good news (he was the one who ordered the last time, as I stood by tearfully. He was thrilled as well!)
So you see, it's the small things in life that matter. So, 'tranquillo' everyone. Don't worry about the big stuff. Just enjoy the little things that really matter!!
(I would have added a picture of the sublime Calzoni, but I ate it before I got a chance to snap a photo.....)
Thursday, August 14, 2008
My maid
Yes, I did hire a maid. I actually was quite opposed to the idea, but my predecessor, Kim, told me how little they make and that she would be out of a job if I didn't hire her, so.....
So, Tuesday, our first day, I came home to a spotless apartment and a scrumptious dinner in the fridge. But it didn't end there. I only have this to say:
She folded and ordered my panties!
So, Tuesday, our first day, I came home to a spotless apartment and a scrumptious dinner in the fridge. But it didn't end there. I only have this to say:
She folded and ordered my panties!
Ville de Leyva
Well, it's official. I will never return to public education again! And for that matter, I may never leave Colombia! Why, you ask? Well, this last week I was treated to a 'business' trip much like I imagine really seriously amazing business people take in America. All the new hires (about 40 of us, both import and Colombian) were driven out to a little colonial town about three hours from Bogota.
On the way there we stopped at an historical site, Puente De Boyaca.
It was at this location that the revolution for Colombian independence took a turn for Bolivar. The story goes that the Spanish and the Colombians came face to face with each other. The Colombians were on the top of the hill and the Spaniards on the bottom (never a good thing). Well, the not as militarily spiffy Colombians tied the tails of their horses together so that as they careened down the hill toward the Spaniards, they swept them off their feet, and not in a good way!
Now with the two opposing forces on either side of this little river, the Colombians had a bit more of an advantage as the Spaniards were all tuckered out from their earlier encounter.
And the rest, as they say, is history. I am sure our students will get about a 15 minute lecture on South American history somewhere in their eighth grade year.....
While I was pondering this horrible deficiency in our educational system, I played around the palm trees. :-)
Our first evening in the town, even before checking out our hotel, was spent at the vinca of the elementary school art teacher.
This is her husband with our beloved Maria Cristina
Wow! What a place! It belongs to his family and will stay in his family, probably forever. I fell in love with this place the moment we stepped out of the bus and saw the red and blue macaws fly over our heads.
It was like entering a fantasy land. I will let the pictures speak for themselves.
This fruit is actually edible!! And yummy!
Oh, and we went for a walk on the property and I found two fossils. One was like an egg, inside of which you can find fossils of amenites. I also found a rock with fossils of leaves on it. They let me keep these, which is just one tiny example of these people's incredible generosity. Even though we were just supposed to stop by for a quick visit and then have dinner at the hotel, they served us drinks and food ~ all of which was delicious!
We stayed in a four-star hotel just outside where the service was out of this world. The people working there will do just about anything to insure that you have perfect stay.
We did some community building activities. We learned all about the fruits and veggies of Colombia. We learned all about the mission and vision of CNG. Very impressive and inspiring. I really love this school already! And of course, the whole while we were 'working' at the hotel, we were fed. And fed. And fed! In fact, we ate about every two hours. Meals, snacks, tastes. You know! LOL
And we took little trips into this historically preserved colonial village. Yup, that's a real live cowboy!
Apparently, August is kite flying month here because it's windy. When we made our way to the town square, which is cobbled with really, really big rocks!, we say families out with their kites. It was very romantic.
And here is the square at night. Just beautiful.
And we also danced! In fact, we are apparently the most 'lively' group of new hires they have had at CNG for quite awhile. Usually, after the local performers come to show off the local dances and try to get the gringos up to dance a bit, the gringos quickly rush back to their safe seats and then call it a night. Not us! We not only had several people try out the local, traditional dances, but afterwards, our new dance teacher, Jose Luis, put on some Salsa and Merengue (not sure of spelling) and we danced and danced and danced!!!!
We had so much fun! In fact, the last night we were there, I went to bed about midnight, woke up at 2:30 and still heard our group! And then in the morning, the last of them had to take up a collection to pay for a chair that got 'stepped through'! LOL Yup, we are a fun group!!! And best of all, the administration from CNG is fun as well. :-)
On the way there we stopped at an historical site, Puente De Boyaca.
It was at this location that the revolution for Colombian independence took a turn for Bolivar. The story goes that the Spanish and the Colombians came face to face with each other. The Colombians were on the top of the hill and the Spaniards on the bottom (never a good thing). Well, the not as militarily spiffy Colombians tied the tails of their horses together so that as they careened down the hill toward the Spaniards, they swept them off their feet, and not in a good way!
Now with the two opposing forces on either side of this little river, the Colombians had a bit more of an advantage as the Spaniards were all tuckered out from their earlier encounter.
And the rest, as they say, is history. I am sure our students will get about a 15 minute lecture on South American history somewhere in their eighth grade year.....
While I was pondering this horrible deficiency in our educational system, I played around the palm trees. :-)
Our first evening in the town, even before checking out our hotel, was spent at the vinca of the elementary school art teacher.
This is her husband with our beloved Maria Cristina
Wow! What a place! It belongs to his family and will stay in his family, probably forever. I fell in love with this place the moment we stepped out of the bus and saw the red and blue macaws fly over our heads.
It was like entering a fantasy land. I will let the pictures speak for themselves.
This fruit is actually edible!! And yummy!
Oh, and we went for a walk on the property and I found two fossils. One was like an egg, inside of which you can find fossils of amenites. I also found a rock with fossils of leaves on it. They let me keep these, which is just one tiny example of these people's incredible generosity. Even though we were just supposed to stop by for a quick visit and then have dinner at the hotel, they served us drinks and food ~ all of which was delicious!
We stayed in a four-star hotel just outside where the service was out of this world. The people working there will do just about anything to insure that you have perfect stay.
We did some community building activities. We learned all about the fruits and veggies of Colombia. We learned all about the mission and vision of CNG. Very impressive and inspiring. I really love this school already! And of course, the whole while we were 'working' at the hotel, we were fed. And fed. And fed! In fact, we ate about every two hours. Meals, snacks, tastes. You know! LOL
And we took little trips into this historically preserved colonial village. Yup, that's a real live cowboy!
Apparently, August is kite flying month here because it's windy. When we made our way to the town square, which is cobbled with really, really big rocks!, we say families out with their kites. It was very romantic.
And here is the square at night. Just beautiful.
And we also danced! In fact, we are apparently the most 'lively' group of new hires they have had at CNG for quite awhile. Usually, after the local performers come to show off the local dances and try to get the gringos up to dance a bit, the gringos quickly rush back to their safe seats and then call it a night. Not us! We not only had several people try out the local, traditional dances, but afterwards, our new dance teacher, Jose Luis, put on some Salsa and Merengue (not sure of spelling) and we danced and danced and danced!!!!
We had so much fun! In fact, the last night we were there, I went to bed about midnight, woke up at 2:30 and still heard our group! And then in the morning, the last of them had to take up a collection to pay for a chair that got 'stepped through'! LOL Yup, we are a fun group!!! And best of all, the administration from CNG is fun as well. :-)
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