Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Rio Muchacho for Carnaval

RIO MUCHACHO-Carnaval Holiday

For those of you who know me well, you’ll realize I’m NOT a party person! My perfect day is to go to bed early, get up early, go for a run or hike, read a book, eat some great meals, spend time with friends. But Carnaval is just the opposite, party all night, sleep all day, drink till you pass out. Sorry, but not my style. So, I’m trying something new. I’m here at Rio Muchacho Organic Farm. A real, working farm that invites both tourists (me) and volunteers (from weeks, to months) to experience coastal farming life. Pretty cool as an alternative to the beach parties of Carnaval, huh?

Some background about Rio Muchacho…the name is because the river is like a muchacho (a boy that just does what he wants). During the rainy season (NOW!!!) the river overtakes the road in many places. Building bridges is impossible because they will just get washed out. The river’s still passable in SUV’s 4X4 with tire chains, but most people who live in the community don’t have that luxury. They just wade through the river or go by horse. Luckily, since I’m the tourist and paid the big bucks, I got to ride in the SUV. The road was in such bad condition though! They get heavy, heavy downpours in the PM, then the sun comes out and just bakes all the gullies. I at first was a little bit angry because I had to wait an hour and a half at the main road for the truck to come get me. I was baking in the sun, then the rain came and no one told me what was going on. When the truck finally go there, I gave them my two cents. Then Dario, the owner and founder of Rio Muchacho, calmly looked at me and said, “Rachel, vivimos en circumstancias muy dificiles. We live in very difficult circumstances.” So, I calmed down, got in the truck and was so glad to finally be here!

So, the Rio Muchacho farm…It was founded by an Ecuadorian/Kiwi couple. Dario, the Ecuadorian was raised in Quito the son of upper middle class folks. He went to university to study agriculture. Then bought up the land that the farm is on. Before Dario, it was just pastureland for cattle, not a lot of plants or anything, really. The soil was destroyed there were no animals just waste land. But Dario saw so much potential in this land. He met his wife, Nichole a New Zealander working in a nearby town, also an agronomist. Together they formed a vision for Rio Muchacho Farm. They have really creative farming practices and have been very successful. The farm, of course has its crops, but a large part of their vision is education. They support a community school and bring in groups to teach about permaculture, organic farming, etc. Also, the tourism part of it. They offer 3 day tours (which I’m doing) kind of an overview of the farm, get to make chocolate and roast coffee beans, horseback riding into the forest to see the monkeys, make jewelry from Tagua (vegetable ivory) plus relax in the hammock, read, bird watch, etc. The third option is to do both short and long term volunteering. I’m here now as a tourist and there are about 6 long term volunteers, mostly Europeans and American college aged working the farm, hanging out. I think they pay their own room and board, but it seems like a pretty nice deal to me!

It’s quite amazing what they’ve done. They have 10 hectors of land and yesterday, I got to tour it with some of the volunteers who are working here. They have planted so many varieties of fruits and veggies. Just to name a few…peanuts, papaya, mangos, passion fruit, ocra, squash, tomatoes, bananas, watermelon, pineapple. They also have pigs (chanchos) and piglets, chickens, guinea pigs, rabbits, goats. Although none of the animals are for consumption. Oh my gosh, there are so many creative people working as volunteers they have passing through they get great ideas. So this is kind of gross but it works….for example, with the pig poop (which releases a lot of methane) they put it in big black bags. They get baked by the sun, the methane gets released and all this gas is able to pump the water! They also have their coffee grinder, blender and another water pump attached to stationary bicycles as a way to generate energy without using electricity.

Of course, they have composting toilets. Now, I’m not the crunchiest person around (although I can be, if put in the right circumstances) but here I’m surrounded by them! So, I arrive with my suitcase and stuff and the tall German girl who’s the guest volunteer welcomer greets me. How long are you staying? As she eyes my suitcase. Oh, just till Monday (truth be told, it’s mostly curriculum guides and books I need to catch up on for school!) Oh, great! Then when she served me lunch, I asked for a fork. Oh no, we don’t have forks here, we use all organic materials. So, I ate my lunch in a carved out coconut bowl with a utensil that mimics a Korean spoon. Kind of cool for a few days. There are signs all over that say, “Trash? We don’t have trash. Anything you bring in, you pack out.” And it’s true. They’ve done an amazing job of generating hardly zero waste, if that makes sense. All the food, which was delicious came from the garden. For lunch the first day, we had great lentils with rice, avocado, radish and sprouts salad, fish from the river and passion fruit/oat drink. Dinner was this great Spanish tortilla (egg omelet with lots of veggies) another lentil dish and stir fried veggies. I just feel healthy talking about all this organic food! (I hope I’m not sounding too cynical. It’s fine for a few days, but I can’t imagine living this way for the long term! But that’s OK, I don’t have to, right?)

I have a cute little cabana overlooking the river. There’s a hammock, a comfy bed. Last night, sleeping was amazing, as there are so many plants, the bugs and frogs and everything else was so soothing. I certainly don’t get those noises in Quito!

Day 2:

I was up early, no surprise, since I slept so well and had an early night to bed. Lots of morning noises-bird plus roosters, chanchos. Everyone was hungry! It’s hard to sleep in here. Breakfast was delicious. There’s just something so delicious about food straight from garden to table. Freshly ground coffee and brewed without a machine. Also fruit salad with fruits harvested from the garden-watermelon, papaya, pineapple and other tropical fruits that I don’t even know the English translation for! Also, there’s this dish that this province, Manabi is +known for called Sal Prieta. It is crushed up peanuts, ground cornmeal, salt, pepper and cumin. Kind of ground into a peanut butter paste. You eat it with grilled plantains. And of course, the crunchiest place on earth has to have their own variety of homemade granola. Delicious! Yum!

After breakfast was time for reading in the hammock, listening to the river and the birds. Then we hiked to Arbol Gigante, the common name for this humongous strangler fig tree. Basically, the strangler fig took over another tree and now the tree is immense! I climbed it becaue the vines and branches coming down make for a perfect ladder. Oh yes, getting to arbol gigante was quite the adventure too! We had to cross the river three times, so it was on again, off again with the rubber boots, socks, etc. I’m starting to get an appreciation for Dario’s words when he first greeted me, “Rachel, we live in very difficult circumstances here.” After our hike to and from Arbol Gigante plus the climb up and down, we had worked up quite an appetite. Lunch again was simple, but delicious. Beet and turnip salad with ginger and some other herbs from the garden, rice (of course!), stewed white beans, quinoa soup, fish.

After lunch, again was siesta time…I’ve gotten caught up on all these books I’ve downloaded on my kindle!

Then we went to the kitchen to light the fire for cacao bean roasting. Here at Rio Muchacho, they plant the cacao tree and use it mostly for internal consumption. So, I got to go through the whole process of making chocolate. First the beans are dried for a week. Then we roast them in a pan over pretty high heat. They start to pop and the shells pop off-that’s how you know they’re ready. Then you peel the shells off the beans that didn’t quite pop. Next you take the hot beans and grind them to a fine, fine paste and add the quantity of sugar to taste. (that’s how we get the percent of pure chocolate to sugar). Then we took our cacao/sugar paste, and added some milk, heated it in the pan and waah-laah, a dark, dark, decadent, delicious chocolate sauce. I don’t know if it tasted so good because I made it with fresh ingredients or what, but it was delicious!

After chocolate making, I went to the workshop to make a bowl from the mate tree (I’m not even sure how to say it in English, it’s a tropical tree like a palm tree, and the mate fruit looks like a coconut, although you can’t eat the fruit inside, it’s poisonous).  You cut open the mate fruit, scrape out the pulp with a metal spoon and the shell is quite hard. Then we used the electric sander to make it uniform all the way around. I also got to use some carving tools to scrape a design on the outside, although mine looked very rudimentary compared to the ones they had for sale at their little shop. But a fun experience, none the less. Then it was an afternoon walk through the village, a shower before night fall and dinner over candlelight. Some folks that are staying here are so interesting. I met an artist from Holland, in her mid-70’s, just travling up and down the coast. Also, a young French girl, just out of high school, figuring out what to do next in life. Then there’s a man who’s a career changer…working at a non-profit in Philadelphia for 5 years, burnt out, coming here to recharge and decide what path to take next.

Everyone here is so kind and happy. How can you not be, it’s such a beautiful place to spend time in (although I couldn’t be here for much longer than I am…the heat is oppressive, my clothes are stinky and damp, the mosquitos are everywhere, I can’t keep my hands and nails clean! But alas, these are tiny inconveniences I can deal with for a few days). Mostly I’m so glad to have spent a short while in this beautiful, peaceful place.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Some images from the weekend

Some images from a weekend in Quito. Normally I travel, but this weekend I stayed home. It was nice to explore Quito. I went for a long run (thinking of doing the Quito marathon at the end of June). I ran from my apartment in the North of Quito down to Quito Centro Historico. Beautiful early in the morning with the cobblestone streets, beautifully preserved Spanish architecture, balconies, flowers…I felt like this before, but it was like running through a postcard. Then it was brunch at Mr. Bagel, a gringo place with wonderful bagel flavors, natural fruit juices, coffee drinks. (plus used books and magazines and wi-fi)

Also, on the weekends, Quito city government closes the main road to car traffic so it’s all bikes, runners, walkers, roller bladers, etc. Frequently, when I’m home on the weekends, I’ll rent a bike and ride Quito. It’s pretty hilly but I love the variety of sights. Here’s some things I saw…

·        In Quito’s Centro Historico (which was named the Cultural Center of the Americas) there are always street performers, jugglers, painters, dancers, musicians). One that I saw this weekend was a puppeteer. He did some traditiaonl stuff-his encore was hilarious! Michael Jackson doing Beat It. Pretty random.

·        Also, an indigenous man playing Andean flutes. One zamponia (Andean pan pipe) that he was playing was taller than he was and he had to stand on a ladder!

·        A Carnaval band playing traditional carnaval music. Then the audience began to dance. A man who must have been in his 90’s was just having the time of his life. Wow, he was reliving some intense moment of his youth, you could see it in his ecstatic face. Although his movements were slow, they were precise and he was enjoying himself so much.

·        At the park, Carolina there is all day aerobics on the weekends. Now, I’ve done Zumba in the US, but would not even attempt it here! The Ecuadorian women have hips made of rubber bands. It was so fun for me just to take a break and watch them dance! Although Zumba was choreographed, these women made it look like there were on Dancing with the Stars or even better, enjoying a night out at the Salsotecha. Merenge, Salsa, Bachata, Reggeton…they made it all look so beautiful. I think you have to be born in the culture to be able to move like that! No matter how many classes I take, I won’t be able to do that, that’s for sure!

Feeling relaxed and refreshed for a busy week ahead. Love you! Rachel

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Looking forward to Carnaval!

One more week before Carnaval Holiday. I plan to write lots and take lots of photos (with my new camera!) at Rio Muchacho. (www.riomuchacho.com) That's where I'll spend 3 days-escaping the cold water that most throw during Carnaval! It's a working sustainable farm plus there's other outings like horse riding, coffee production, tagua (vegetable ivory) carving, cacao production. It will be kind of touristy I'm sure, but hey, it's a new experience in a beautiful place :-)

Not much else is new here! Love you and miss you.

Love,
Rachel

Monday, February 6, 2012

Just a Quick Update

Just a quick update!

Report cards are due soon…always a bit stressful writing personal comments for each and every student. But I got it done, so I feel good J

Visited my friends in Puyo this past weekend. I realize that I’m getting just a little bit older because it was Hector’s birthday. The party didn’t start till like 8:30PM. The music was SO LOUD, there was so much alcohol and I just wanted to go to sleep! The problem is…my little room in this tiny wooden house offers zero buffering from the noise of the party. I was so exhausted, though from a long week of teaching  my little 2nd graders that I slept, even through the drunkenness, the loud music, the party. I’m just content to visit with folks during the day and sleep at night! (just realizing things about myself that I’ve known for a while. The nighttime is not my most energetic state!) So, Puyo was fine, the family is good, it was nice to see them. But, I love my own space, my own routines, etc. So, I’m now in Banos, getting some planning for the next semester done, going for some beautiful hikes (I may even indulge in a massage, we’ll see!)

In other news…Carnaval is coming! This is like the last hurrah before Lent. Ecuadorians play “Carnaval” with water. Luckily it hasn’t started yet. I’m going to travel to the coast because we get 2 days off of school. Haven’t been there yet this time around, so that will be fun.

I’m really happy and life is good J Love you all!

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Quilotoa-There and Back!

Yesterday, I took a school field trip (just staff, not kids!) to Quilotoa…next time I”ll know to go and spend the night because it was way too long on the bus. 5 hours there, 5 hours back. So we left early in the morning and were making good time. Then we hit a huge traffic jam. The entire Pan American highway shut down a little bit south of Quito. My friend and I got out and just started walking to see what was keeping us from moving. Better than just sitting in the bus, right? So we walked, and walked and walked along with other folks. We passed jam packed cars (like 6 people in the backseat of a tiny tin-can car). Lot of folks in the pack of trucks, animals loaded up for market. The walk actually made me feel better about the situation. Cool fresh air, a little exercise, seeing the sights. When we got to the beginning of the jam (after about 2 miles) we discovered that the cause of the jam was construction…but that was 5 miles up ahead! The police were letting one lane at a time pass by in order to not “overwhelm” the construction site. OK, we got the answer…then it was walking back to the bus. On the way back almost every driver asked, “What’s going on? What’s causing the jam?” It felt good to be the expert for once and be able to tell them what was going on! So, we finally got going again and it was time for an ice cream stop on the way to the Laguna. We stopped at La Avelina where they made rich, creamy vanilla ice cream bars covered with dark chocolate. Homemade ice cream bars on a stick. Yum! (Definitely work the traffic jam!)
Then we turned onto a dirt road for our windy drive up and around and up and around to the volcanic crater lake. Passing by patchwork quilts of mountain crops, thatched roof shacks, beautiful blue mountain sky…we definitely weren’t in Quito anymore! When we finally arrived to Quilotoa we had just enough time to hike down to the shore of the lake then up up up again. Some of my companeros went by mule up, but I learned my lesson last time! It’s much better to have a sore butt because of walking than because of riding a mule J. I’ve been to Quilotoa plenty of times, so for me being there for just one hour wasn’t a big deal…I just feel bad for my teacher friends who traveled such a long way not to be able to enjoy it longer…I told them next time stay in one of the beautiful cabanas around the lake to really enjoy all the hiking in the area.
        Then it was time for the long journey back to Quito. (5 hours more!) Good thing I had good company in the bus. I really do enjoy all my teacher friends…such neat people, so we passed the time chatting.
We stopped for dinner at La Cienega an old Spanish style hacienda dating back to the 1700’s. Apparently a lot of important Ecuadorian government documents were drafted and signed there. Also, according to local legend, the entire Hacienda is haunted by ghosts because there were some murders there way back when. The grounds were gorgeous-huge trees, beautiful gardens and old structures on the property. The food was pretty mediocre, disappointing after hiking all day and sitting on the bus, we were all ravenous. Veggie soup, steak (yuck), French fries (who serves French fries at a high class restaurant?) this yucky gelatinous strawberry hot pink dessert. The highlight was the musicians (folklore music with quenas, zamponias, charangos playing Andean music). We got home late to Quito. Over all the trip was worth all the time on the bus, however, I think we should have stayed overnight to break up the travel! Oh well, live and learn, right?

Sunday, January 22, 2012

On the Challenges of...

On the challenges of working with privileged children…

When I started my teaching career in MCPS I was working in Gaithersburg, a school with many immigrant children from all over. For the most part, they were living below the federal poverty line. In most instances, parents were working several jobs and then barely scraping by. But I noticed that kids seemed to love being in school! For them, school was a place to “escape” the harsh realities of poverty (sleeping in an apartment with 12 other people, not eating at home simply because there is no food, taking care of little brothers/sisters, no structure and routine). For these children, teachers and school was something regular they could count on.

Now, the reason I’m writing this is because I’ve been thinking about my new situation. It could not be further from my job in Gaithersburg!

Although I don’t have much experience in other parts of the world, I’ve heard that the following is true all over. In developing countries there are extremes…wealth beyond belief (several BMWs and Mercedes, nannies for the kids, drivers, several palatial homes) and then you have folks just barely scraping by (begging on the streets, living in slums). I’d say Ecuador is somewhere in the middle. While there is extreme poverty, it affects a small percentage of the population. And there is also extreme wealth, also a very small percent of the population (namely the kids I teach!) Most Ecuadorians are lower class or middle class.

I’ve never been around this kind of wealth before. I’ve been doing a lot of listening to my students and carefully formulating how I want to respond so that it is out of kindness and not anger.

Two examples:

-After we returned from the Christmas break, a lot of my students were talking about the places they went. For these children, breaks from school are fun and exciting! (Not like my students in Giathersburg, where many just sit in front of the TV) Disney, Argentina, Spain, Grandma and Grandpa’s farm away from the city. After all these experiences, school is kind of boring!

And the presents they got: It’s normal for 7 year olds to exaggerate, but I’m not sure who was exaggerating and who was telling the truth! Then it became a competition to say who got the most “stuff.” At first it was funny, then it just became annoying and then excessive. “Well, I got 4 iPads. One for the office, one for my TV shows, one for the Internet and one for…). Yeah, well I have blah, blah, blah. (I really DO think they were exaggerating, but again, it’s this mindset of…I have so much stuff and my parents do to and we’re so much better than you!) I proudly tell my students that no, I don’t have a car or a driver and that yes, I do walk in Quito almost every day! (no they don’t rob me and yes, I like being around everyone else walking in the streets-it makes me feel connected)

-In another case, one of my students told a story of how he and his dad were getting out of their car (of course driven by the chofer) and some begging street children came up to them saying, “Give me candies, give me money, please sir, please sir.” My student said indignantly, “My dad reached into his pocket to give him the candies and the street kid robbed him. I HATE THOSE KIDS, they bother me so much.” During this rant, I was working with another group of kids, but had one ear to that conversation between two boys. My first response was to tell them quite “teacher-like” something like “HATE is a very strong word. Did you really mean this? How can you hate these kids if you don’t even know them? How would you feel if you had no shoes, no mom and did not know where your next meal was coming from.” They kind of just stared back at me I think because that is so far from their reality that it’s impossible for them to imagine. My own tirade just kind of went in one ear and out the other.They both kind of just brushed me off and went back to their work. Not a big impact on my part. So I’ve been thinking, I would love for them to meet my friends in Puyo or my indigenous Quichua families I worked with in Pulucate. Just to get some perspective. The upper class here is SO isolated. They run in their own circles, play with their own friends, live in their own enclaves. I’m not saying I want my students and the begger kids to be best friends, I would just like to give both an opportunity for conversation and playing. Thinking about how I can do this…

For now, I’m going to show my kids slide shows of some of my experiences in the Peace Corps. When kids know someone (me) who has lived surrounded by so much poverty and survived (!) it doesn’t seem so scary. But I also want to be careful not to reinforce the stereotype of “oh those poor indian kids, no money, no shoes, it’s our obligation to send $50 a month so we feel better about ourselves.”

Now, don’t get me wrong. I am happy teaching these children! And not ALL my students are like this, just about half! (Just doing some thinking out loud…)

Saturday, January 14, 2012

Talkin about the weather

Everything’s going well here! School is rolling along, I’m settled in after Christmas break!

Some people say that when you don’t have anything to talk about, you talk about the weather…so that’s what I’m going to do!

It’s actually pretty much perfect weather here in Quito. The nights are chilly (mid 40’s) the days are warm (high 60’s, low 70’s). The air is very dry because we’re at such high altitude. The only problem I’ve been having with the weather is the rain! When I first got here, we had bright blue skies almost every day. But now that we’re in the rainy season, it’s been cloudy and rainy almost every day. This is a problem because I don’t have a car, so anywhere I want to go, I have to walk or take public transportation. Walking gets complicated in the rain! SO, I’ve decided that I can’t change the weather…I need to change my perspective. I’ve started bringing my mini umbrella everywhere, as well as my raincoat. Also, dry-wick pants and Keens. I just anticipate that I will get wet and deal with it! I’ve been walking in the rain for about a week now, and now it’s just something I do. Good change of perspective.