Saturday 15 January 2011

Israel


GLBL 298 Immigration and Cultural Diversity in Israel
Winter Break Study Abroad Trip
29 December 2010 - 13 January 2011

Israel was
  • delicious
  • sore
  • heart-breaking
  • a mental jail
  • annoying (at times)
  • soul-stretching
  • a safe asylum
  • full of store bought religion
  • sleepy eye creating
  • emotionally intense
  • identity sculpting
  • liberating
  • team building
  • reflective
  • mind opening
  • time pinching
  • bohemian
  • confusing
  • strength building
  • expensive
  • passionate
  • charm donating
  • beautiful
  • tourist friendly
  • justice lacking
  • enslaving
  • completely needed (for me, at least)

From this trip I've learned:
1. to dive in, get my head above water, and navigate my way towards God. He is my lifeguard.
2. that God is my greatest source of comfort and joy.
3. when I dislike someone, it is usually because they reflect the ugly in me.

interpret these as you would like. ask me of you're curious.


Saturday 4 December 2010

Next stop...

ISRAEL!
For 2.5 weeks this Winter Break I will take my first visit to Israel. Details to come soon!

Wednesday 7 July 2010

Looking Back

I've officially been home for about two months. I meant to do this post about 6 weeks ago but..whatever.

Last few days of Ecuador:

My program director planned a trip to Tonsupa, Esmeraldas, Ecuador (an largely afroecuadorian community on the coast, about 6 hours away from Quito). 4 out of the 20ish people in my group went, but it was a blast! She has a house there so it was basically a free trip to the beach. Despite getting eaten alive by mosquitoes, it was nice to spend my last few days in Ecuador chilling on the beach eating delicious food and spending time with awesome people. While we were there we also visited a school that my resident director works with. We planted trees, played with the children, etc.


By the time we got back from the beach, I had about 2 more days left in Ecuador. I spent those days in tears, mostly missing my host family before even leaving them. Not a day goes by (still) where I don't think about them, bring them up in conversation, etc. They are beautiful people, and I look forward to the day where I can return and see them again (hopefully soon! the kids will grow up so fast!).

(family minus host dad)

My return home (reverse culture shock and all):
So I left Quito at about 5am, and was the only international student on my plane (unlike my entrance into the country at the beginning of the semester). With my eyes red and puffy from crying, I faced the ridiculousness of the Quito airport (having to wait in several different lines because there wernt any signs up yet that said which line was for which airline, people speaking broken English to me because of my passport DESPITE the fact that I had been in Ecuador for about 5 months and could speak Spanish just fine, having my bags checked SEVERAL times, etc). I took a connecting flight in Houston, and I remember being weirded out by all the white people...and all of the English speaking!!! I found myself reading all the signs in Spanish instead of English (out of comfort), speaking Spanish to anyone I could, and finding it difficult to say "You" to an adult "instead of usted." Upon coming into Chicago, there were NO Spanish signs in the airport, less Spanish speakers, etc. I felt like a fish out of water (cliche, but real). Everything that I grew to know and become comfortable with over the past few months became just a memory behind me. I immediately regretted my decision to return back to the States (financial reasons, mostly...probably should have just taken out a loan but... whatever).

for the record, reverse culture shock is DEFINITELY harder than culture shock. for me, reverse culture shock is when despite the fact that you've been gone for 5 months, your friends do not visit you/have anything planned upon your return, leaving you alone on your first night home. reverse culture shock is when all you want to do is talk about Ecuador, but no one understands, responding with an "oh, that sounds cool..." and switching the subject. reverse culture shock is feeling lonely even weeks/months after being home because all of your friends have new friends that they made because you wernt around, and your new friends are all over the country/world so you can't hang out with them. reverse culture shock is wanting to speak spanish ALL the time but finding very few people to talk to. reverse culture shock is..knowing that you've changed. the best/weirdest way to think of it: imagine a dry sponge, sitting there and fitting into a specific space (the study abroad student before studying abroad). after time, the sponge soaks up lots of water, soap, etc, making it larger (the study abroad experience making the student grow). eventually, they are larger and do not fit in the same spot where they were before (duh).

Nowadays, I:
  1. still listen to Spanish music, every day
  2. read Spanish books, as much as possible
  3. feed my new love for anything Latino [=
  4. work at a daycamp and have the honor of being able to translate for Spanish speaking parents (which makes me super happy cuz i looove speaking Spanish now!!)
  5. still miss my host family and hope to visit next summer
  6. am planning future travel endeavors, of which I will use this blog for. so stay tuned [=

Thursday 6 May 2010

To be foreign in Ecuador...




La cara de intercambio parece así - una mezcla de personas de raíces e historias diferentes. Cada estudiante de intercambio viene a Ecuador con apariencias y perspectivas diferentes que afectan su experiencia acá. Este artículo trata de las diferencias en experiencias entre muchas estudiantes de intercambio basada en como son – negros, blancos, hispanohablantes antes de venir, lo que sea.


Yo soy negra. Viviendo en los Estados Unidos, me acostumbro al racismo, pero no es tan obvio. Pocas veces, he estado seguido por guardias en los centros comerciales, pero no tengo muchos cuentos aparte de esa. Con la mayoría de personas pobres en los Estados Unidos siendo minorías (negros y latinos), yo sé que hay racismo. Pero por su historia, los Estados Unidos ha evolucionado mucho y la instancia de racismo ha bajado, creando más oportunidades para los negros y otras personas anteriormente discriminadas para avanzar.

Mis padres son de Nigeria, pues me acostumbro a la vida en el tercer mundo. Pero yo vine a Ecuador sabiendo que tendré problemas con mi raíz y mi apariencia. Viviendo en Lumbisí, un barrio casi 40 minutos fuera de Quito, no hay tantos problemas con mi apariencia. Hay un puñado de afro-ecuatorianos en Lumbisí y la mayoría de personas son indígenas y parece abierta de otras identidades. Sin embargo, en Quito la experiencia es completamente diferente. Muchas veces, ser negro en Quito es:

1. Ser seguido por los guardias en centros comerciales como Quicentro cuando sólo estás tratando de relajar.
2. Pedir a un mestizo obtener un taxi para ti porque los taxistas no quieren parar para los negros.
3. Ser el único negro en restaurantes o lugares buenos que no está trabajando.
4. Tener los jóvenes apuntan sus dedos a ti, riendo y haciendo comentarios de su pelo o su piel.
Etc.

Pero esta experiencia es más o menos sólo limitada a Ecuador. Durante Semana Santa, fui a Lima, Perú y me quedé con la familia de mi amiga en los Estados Unidos. Mi experiencia de ser negra en Lima era INCREIBLE. Las personas en Lima eran más amables a mí que personas en Quito. Muchas veces, personas me paraban, me hablaban, y querían ser mis amigos. Mientras que me siento como soy una animal en el zoológico cuando estoy en Quito, cuando estuve en Perú me sentí como yo soy – un humano con sentimientos y emociones afectados por el racismo.

Experiencias con grandes contrastes de los Estados Unidos no son limitadas a los negros. Cada persona, con su apariencia diferente, su conocimiento de la lengua española, etc. tiene sus propias barreras en su vida ecuatoriana. Bridget O, una estudiante en su tercer año de la Universidad de Georgetown que ha estudiado español por muchos años me contó de sus experiencias de una mujer blanca en Ecuador. “Me siento desvalorada” dijo. “Cuando camino por las calles los hombres me gritan ‘saludos,’ pero no me parecen saludos. Ellos me complementan mi belleza, pero yo sé que sólo me complementan porque soy gringa y parezco diferente.” En comparación vivir en los Estados Unidos, “Todo es diferente. No parezco diferente. No soy la minoría. La realidad que soy blanca no me parece tan obvio como aquí.”

Diego H, un estudiante en su segundo año de la Universidad de Boston me contó de sus experiencias de ser salvadoreño que habla español como su lengua nativa. “Hablando español me ayuda mucho,” me dijo. “La barrera entre yo y los otros ecuatorianos es menos que con los otros gringos. He ido a El Salvador y en muchos aspectos me acostumbro a la vida latinoamericana. Aquí, me siento más cómodo. En los EEUU parezco una minoría – mi piel moreno es obvio. Pero aquí, físicamente y culturalmente no soy la minoría. Por mi acento, muchas veces cuando hablo personas me piden de donde soy, pero no hay problemas con este.”

Charlotte P, una estudiante en su tercer año de la Universidad de Illinois me contó de sus experiencias de ser una gringa en Ecuador, fuera de los Estados Unidos por primera vez. “Llegué a estar consciente del color de mi piel enseguida, como cuando estoy en el bus y todas las personas me fijan en mí.” En comparación a los EEUU, ella dijo que “nunca tenía problemas así porque ser blanco es ser normal. Durante tiempos así, no me siento incómoda pero yo sé que sólo es una nueva experiencia, una nueva cultura, y una nueva manera de la vida. Los piropos no me molestan porque esto pasa en los Estados Unidos también.”

Mohshai C, una estudiante en su tercer año de la Universidad de Texas A&M me contó de sus experiencias de una mujer de raíces mezcladas que ha estudiado español casi todo su vida. “He estado aquí desde agosto. Antes de venir aquí, estudié sociología pues sabía que hay problemas de racismo en Latinoamérica. En los Estados Unidos no he tenido muchas experiencias con el racismo. Por la razón que soy mezclada, parezco latina y por eso, no he tenido experiencias con racismo aquí.” Con respecto a los piropos “Ecuador me hace sentir bonita, ¡porque todas las personas me hablan y me dicen que soy bonita casi todos los días!”

Tyler S, un estudiante en su segundo año en la Universidad de Boston me contó de sus experiencias de un hombre medio chino, medio estadounidense. “Por la razón que soy medio chino, mi apariencia es diferente que TODAS las personas en este país pero no me ha afectado en una manera negativa. He estudiado mucho español pero nunca he ido a un país hispanohablante. El español en la aula es tan diferente que el español aquí, pero he recibido mucha ayuda de mi familia ecuatoriana y la universidad.”

Katie M, una estudiante en su tercer año en la Universidad de Georgetown me contó de sus experiencias de una gringa que está fluida en español desde su niñez. “Yo admito que muchas veces soy ignorante. No me percato cuando personas están hablando a mí, especialmente con respecto a los piropos. Por la razón que soy blanca, personas siempre me quieren hablar en inglés. Vine aquí hablar ESPAÑOL, no INGLÉS y hablo español perfectamente porque en los Estados Unidos, fui a una escuela de la emersión española completamente por 5 años. Pero a pesar de eso, no me siento que las reacciones de personas a mí son tan fuertes. Viví en un pueblito en China por un año antes de asistir a la universidad, y las reacciones fueron más fuertes. Muchas personas nunca habían visto a una persona blanca. Una vez, una niña me miró y lloró. Aquí no es tan fuerte. Hay más blancas, especialmente aquí en Cumbayá.”

Con respecto hacer amigos ecuatorianos a pesar de las diferencias entre las culturas, personas me han contado experiencias diferentes también dependiente en sus antecedentes. Bridget O. me dijo que “la mayoría de mis amigos ecuatorianos son estudiantes estudiando Relaciones Internacionales. Aunque somos amigos, pienso que ellos quieren ser amigos conmigo porque soy diferente y ellos quieren aprender una cultura y vida diferente por sus estudios.” Diego H me dijo que “porque soy hispanohablante, es tan fácil hacer amigos ecuatorianos.” Charlotte P. me dijo que “en el principio, era muy difícil porque no hablé bien español. Pero ahora, después de 4 meses aquí mi español ha mejorado mucho y he empezado a hacer amigos ecuatorianos porque los puedo hablar a ellos mejor.” Mohshai C. dijo que “aquí es difícil hacer amigos porque muchas personas ya tienen sus propios amigos y no parecen querer hacer nuevos. Sólo he hecho amigos ecuatorianos este semestre, y la mayoría de ellos han estudiado en el extranjero antes y son amables a estudiantes del extranjero.”

En general, las experiencias de cada persona han sido tan diferentes. Su género, su raíz, su antecedente y su nivel de español son factores claves que han afectado las vidas ecuatorianas de cada persona. En mi mente, la combinación de las experiencias de todos los extranjeros es como un árbol. Cada persona representa una raíz diferente en el árbol, viniendo de lugares diferentes. Llegando aquí, todos los extranjeros se han combinado, creando el tronco del árbol. De nuestros pasados diferentes y todas nuestras experiencias, hemos crecido en un árbol grande y bonito con muchas frutas diferentes, representando quienes somos ahora después de 4 meses en Ecuador. A pesar de las experiencias malas y buenas, todos los extranjeros están de acuerdo de que han crecido y aprendido mucho en este país. Vinimos aquí con antecedentes diferentes y regresáramos a los Estados Unidos con una pieza de Ecuador entrelazada en nuestras identidades.

Thursday 29 April 2010

Las locuras de mi familia

(Translated into English)

Setting: dinner table, last night. Eating llapingachos (which I helped to cook!)

Cast:

· Mom (Guadalupe, host mom)

· Cristina (8 year old host sister)

· Felipe (8 year old host brother)

· Me (duh)

Me: So according to some website, raffael correa [president of Ecuador], was ranked the 8th best looking of all of the presidents in the world

Mom: YES!! I totally agree with that! He’s quite handsome *huge smile*

Felipe: *while eating* He has the eyes of a Chinese man…. You only like him because he kissed you on the cheek when he came here to Lumbisí!

Mom: Shut up!

Cristina: Hes sooooo ugly! He should have been the UGLIEST! Soooo ugly! YOU ONLY LIKE HIM BECAUSE HE GAVE YOU A KISS!!!

Mom: *frown*Shut up!!! You’re exaggerating! And what about Obama?

Me: I think he was number 3 or 4. He was up there too.

Mom: I agree with that too! He’s handsome as well

Felipe: And what about Michael Jackson? What number was he?

Mom: FE-LI-PE!!! Shut UP!

Cristina: And who was last?

Me: The president of Russia, I think

Cristina: If my dad were president, he would be the UGLIEST one!!!

Mom: SHUT UP!!! And if YOU were president?

Cristina: I wouldn’t wanna be president.

Mom: Well I wanna be president… of Lumbisí!

Cristina: Then YOU would be the ugliest!!!

Mom: Shut up!!!

Cristina: Who was the best looking?

Me: The president of Canada. A woman

Felipe: *eyes light up* Yeah, I heard she was pretty sexy!!!!!

Mom: WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT BEING SEXY?!

And so on and so forth.

Did I ever say how much I love my host family? (=

Monday 26 April 2010

Family Life and the weeks ahead….

My first night in Lumbisí I turned on my laptop. My computer mouse over the wireless network only for it to say “not connected – no connections are available”. In Chicago I could always pick up some random connection no matter where I was. Welcome to Lumbisí. I swear this blog would be easier to keep up with if I had internet at home…

I have exactly 3 weeks left in this country. I guess the best way to describe how I feel is “bittersweet” (I wonder how you say that in Spanish…). I ultimately decided (after months of debate) not to stay the summer, mainly because I have a couple jobs/internships waiting for me in Chicago.

My host family seriously made this trip as fantastic as it was. For anyone reading this and is thinking of studying abroad in Ecuador, request to live in Lumbisí and live with Guadalupe and Rodrigo!! I’m 100% serious. I’m convinced that I was given the best family. They were the VERY first family in Lumbisí to ever host students/volunteers (because no one else wanted to do it)and they’ve had people from all over the world, from great Spanish speakers to people who have come in with absolutely no knowledge of the language. They’re used to anything and anyone and they’re soooo good at being hosts! At this point in my trip they are no longer hosts, they are family.

My host mom is super sweet. She does A LOT of work for the community so shes always buzzing around, but we spend aloooot of time talking and joking around about basically everything. We have our own inside jokes and anyone that hangs out with us for long enough will pick up on that. Shes a great cook, and makes all of my favorite food whenever I request/hint at it. I’ve become so spoiled here, eating 3 great Ecuadorian meals a day. I can’t imagine what it’s going to be like going back to my bohemian life (college apartment. No food. Enough said. )My host dad works in Quito and is also super involved in the community, so hes not home as much but hes still pretty cool.

Host siblings: Felipe and Cristina. 8 year old twins. Enough said, they’re hilarious. They keep me laughing for hours on end. Plus there probably the cutest 8 year olds in Lumbisí.

I’ve realized how blessed I am to have a host family that I love soooo much. Host families can make or break the experience. As some people are super ready to leave and go back to the states to get away from their host family, I wish that there were some way that I could take them with me, or that I could stay in their house forever. I’ve gotten so comfortable living there and I really do feel like a part of the family.

My mother (real mother) was here last week. Best family experience ever. She doesn’t speak Spanish and my family basically doesn’t speak any English either but somehow they got along great, sharing laugh and Pilseners (Ecuadorian brand of beer). She agreed with what I already knew – I had the best host family ever.

Looking back I’ve realized that I haven’t posted as many blog entries during my time here is I would have liked…that was bound to happen. I started a travel blog to document my study abroad experience but as the time went on it became less of a “study abroad experience” - it became my life. I started off as a foreign exchange student and I’m sitting here completely accustomed to the life I have in this country, forgetting what life was like back in Chicago, feeling like I belong. It has gotten to the point that when I came to my house in Lumbisí from Perú, it felt like I came home. I can’t even imagine what it will be like to go back to Chicago and sleep in the bed that I haven’t slept in since December; to talk to the people that I’ve lost contact with over the months due to lack of internet and such; to have to answer the question “so how was Ecuador?” a million times only to pause, reminisce, and respond “It was great. I’m totally going back” because you can’t find any other words to summarize how you feel. I’ve definitely had my ups and downs (which all comes with well..any new part of life) but I thank God for everything He has shown me and given me during my time here. In the past 4 months Ecuador has carved a space in my heart that could never be erased. This is my life. This is home.

Wednesday 7 April 2010

Lima, Peru

yes lima, not macchu picchu. because peru has alot more to offer.

currently on a 10 day vacation in lima, peru. before coming, many people told me that im going to be pretty bored here and i should travel around peru more.

they dont know me very well.

im staying with my ex-roomies family and theyre great. theyve basically welcomed a complete stranger into their homes and have showed me all around the city. theyre generosity brings me to tears. they are really great people, and im super thankful to God for having them in my life right now.

observations:
1. apparently the fact that i came from ecuador stands out. the way we say ¨huh?¨ in english when we dont hear something, ecuadorians (and myself) say ¨mande?¨ while people here tend to say ¨como, diga, perdon¨ etc..
2. i thought food in ecuador was great..until i came to peru. so many more spices in every single dish. i dont know how ill ever eat ecua food again, let alone US food
3. to me, people here are alot nicer. yeah they stare, but im also one of the tallest people here. i havent worn makeup (its too hot here) and havent been too nicely dressed, but people keep telling me how pretty i am. different.
4. lima seems to resemble nigeria alot more, with the older buildings and busses and stuff. quite comforting.
5. things are definitely more expensive here. compare a meal for 2.50 in quito to the same meal here for 7 bux
6. lima = BEACH. nuff said. the family here made a good point: lima is one of the only capitals on the beach. compare that to quito, about 10 hours from the beach...

who wins? even tie. i love them both. where would i come back to if i had the chance? quito. because after being here, ive realized how much the quito area has begun to feel like home.

overall ive had a great time here. will post pictures upon my return.