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miércoles, 16 de septiembre de 2009

la semana pasada

--yoga en el cerro san cristóbal: el sábado por la mañana, fui a hacer una clase de yoga que se da gratis en un jardín del parque metropolitano. el instructor era un hombre de cincuenta-ish años quien llevaba sus lentes de sol durante toda la clase. no sé si eso sea el caso con toda yoga chilena, pero por lo menos esta clase fue muy distinto de la yoga que he hecho en los EEUU. no había ni un solo downward dog. solamente hubo dos posturas de yoga que reconocí, y los demás fueron más parecidas a una clase de calistenia en vez de yoga. entrete y un poco cómico, pero no exactamente un bueno uso del tiempo.

--almuerzo en un restaurante de comida típica de chile que se llama 'casa vieja': MUY RICO! mom, voy a llevarte a este lugar cuando vengas. y sergio, aunque el médico le dijo que su colesterol está mucho demasiado alto, sigue comiendo carne roja, pan, y postre la mayoría de los días, incluso este almuerzo.

--patinar en hielo: el sábado por la noche fui con analis, ale, pablo, y matt a patinar en hielo. fue super divertido, a pesar de unos pequeños problemas... parece que zambonis no existen en chile- el hielo no estaba suave para nada y fue bastante difícil patinar, ni siquiera patinar rapidamente. además no hubo manera de quitar el agua de la pista, así que hubo un pequeño lago que cubría una gran sección de la pista (mis calcetines estaban completamente mojadas al fin de la noche). pero cuando ale y analis se cayeron resultó que estaban muy mojadas también. pero la pista era suficientemente grande y se tocaba música entrete como 'la macarena', y lo pasamos muy bien igual.


--celebraciones dieciocheras en la escuela de gobierno: el lunes y martes de esta semana, todas las clases de la escuela de gobierno estaban cancelados para que se pudiera realizar competiciones entre las clases (1o año vs. 2o, vs. 3o, etc.). a mi y mis compañeros de tercero nos toca representar la alianza argentina con el color blanco. (cada año fue asignado un país y un color- los otros fueron colombia/azul, brasil/amarillo, méxico/verde, y cuba/rojo). así que el lunes y martes las tardes estaban llenas de un millón de actividades y competiciones, incluso: cuerpos pintados, payas (canciones en rima) chilenas, lienzos pintados, sillas musicales, makeovers, competición de comer, bailes, cantantes, sabes más que un niño de 4o medio?, y, más importante, la competición de miss y mister. mi amiga analis competió con el tomás para representar argentina, y tuvieron que salir en vestido/traje de gala, en trajes de baño, y también contestar preguntas sobre argentina. analis y tomás ganaron ambos el día de gala y él de traje de baños y recibieron las coronas de miss y mister! pero la alianza argentina al fin tomó segundo lugar en la competición, mientras la alianza mexicana tomó primero :( pero las dos tardes eran muy muy entretes, con todos los alumnos de la escuela unidos con mucha energía de participar y alentar sus compañeros en las competiciones.

la competición de baile

toda la gente

mister y miss!

martes, 8 de septiembre de 2009

dificultades lingüisticas

1) el inglés: este fin de semana cuando escribía mi ensayo de historia, a veces tenía mucha dificultad para pensar de una palabra en inglés. no español. inglés. literalmente me quedé unos tres minutos tratando tratando y tratando de pensar de la palabra 'compatable'- fue como sabía que existe una palabra sencilla para decir lo que quería decir pero no podía recordarlo. aún estaba haciendo gestos de mano para tratar de recordarme pero me costó mucho! en realidad fue un sentimiento medio raro, ser tan inmersa en pensar en español que tuviera dificultades de vocabulario en mi lengua primera.
realmente paso mucho tiempo pensando sobre las diferencias entre las dos lenguas- hay ciertas ideas o pensamientos que se expresan mejor en una lengua o la otra. por ejemplo la palabra 'compañero' tiene un sentido más fuerte en español que 'companion' en inglés. y hay ciertas ideas que en el fondo no se pueden expresar en las dos lenguas. como en español existe la palabra 'estadounidense' para llamar a alguien (como yo) que es de los estados unidos. se puede llamar 'americano' a una persona de estados unidos, de nicaragua, o de argentina- los latinoamericanos se fijan de que hay tres continentes americanos, no solo uno. pero una palabra así no existe en inglés- "unitedstates-ian"? eso simplemente no sirve. creo que esta diferencia lingüistica es algo que muchos latinoamericanos no reconocen. después de una charla dada por un profesor visitante de los estados unidos tuvimos un gran debate en mi clase de historia sobre el uso aparentemente no calificado del visitante de la palabra 'americano'- pero el profesor estaba hablando en inglés! por eso no tuvo ninguna otra opción, porque su lengua simplemente no incluye la palabra unitedstatesian. es una perspectiva cultural muy distinta para mi de ver como está percibido nuestro (los estadounidenses) uso incondicional de 'americano,' cuando en realidad el término no nos pertenece.
2) el español deportivo: una unidad de vocabulario español que no fue incluída en ninguna de mis clases de español: vocabulario para los deportes. claro que aprendimos los nombres de todos los deportes y como decir 'equipo' y 'pelota', pero esas pocas palabras no me han servido mucho en la cancha de básket. es una experiencia muy muy rara venir de una tradición deportiva en la que hablar entre los miembros del equipo es un aspecto fundamental del partido, y llegar a jugar acá en chile y no poder decir casi nada porque no sé como hacerlo. el primer día ni sabía como decir shoot, dribble, rebound, wing, etc., pero he ido aprendiendo bastante rápidamente esas cosas. lo aún más difícil es no poder aclamar/animar/felicitar a mis compañeras de equipo- puedo decir "sí!" o "bueno!" o "vamos", pero imagina jugar un deporte de equipo con solamente esas tres palabras. es bastante difícil- el deporte tiene su propia costumbres lingüisticas, y poco a poco me voy aprendiéndolas.
una nota final: en chile en este momento se parece como el cuatro de julio en los estados unidos, y no estoy exagerando. por todas partes y especialmente en todos los supermercados todo está cubierto de decoraciones rojos-blancos-azules. la bandera de chile tiene los mismos tres colores como la bandera de los estados unidos, y las fiestas patrias (4 de julio pero aún más grande) son el 18-19 de septiembre. así que todo el país se está preparando para las fiestas dieciocheras (nota lingüistica: aparentemente dieciocho puede ser un adjetivo, dieciochera. quien sabía?)

sábado, 5 de septiembre de 2009

la cueca


(todavía no he subido mis fotos de anoche así que aquí está una foto de google de la cueca chilena)
anoche fue una noche de varios bailes. primero, ciee nos organizó una actividad cultural para aprender la cueca, el baile nacional de chile. la cueca, en su forma básica, en realidad no es muy complicada (por eso pude tener un poco de éxito en aprenderla). cada baile de cueca empieza con "el paseo" cuando el hombre y la mujer caminan juntos un ratito para charlar y prepararse. después el hombre deja a la mujer en su puesto y se retira unos pasos a frente. entonces los dos dan palmadas al compás de la música en parejas de dos para acompañar a la canción hasta que empieza el cantante. el comienzo de cantar es la señal para empezar el baile. el baile entero consiste en cuatro revueltas en total, pero dentro de cada revuelta hay varios giros y pasos. el símbolo de la cueca es el pañuelo, y ambos el hombre y la mujer llevan uno en la mano derecha durante todo el baile.
aunque uno puede aprender un estilo de cueca sencillo, hay una gran diferencia entre la cueca sencilla que aprendimos y la cueca bailada muy bien. cuando la bailan los chilenos profesionales hay bastante estilo especial y footwork bien complicado que resultan en un baile muy lindo. además anoche tuvimos la oportunidad de ver la ropa tradicional del baile, con el vestido largo y suelto de la mujer y el gorro español y botas con espuelas del hombre.
después de nuesta clase de cueca tuvimos una cena de empanadas y vino dulce (eso es algo que he encontrado varias veces en chile, y no me gusta mucho. de mirada se parece a sangria, porque es vino tinto con frutas, pero en realidad no es como sangria porque es muy muy dulce como un vino de postre.) al terminar la cena empezó a tocar una banda de cueca en viva, y todos los clientes del restaurante (estábamos en un restaurante foklórico), incluyendo nuestro grupo, se levantaron para bailar la cueca. parece que todos los chilenos saben bailar la cueca muy bien, aún mis amigos de la universidad. de hecho una pregunta que me han hecho varias veces es "qué es el baile nacional/tradicional de los EEUU?" y en realidad nosotros no tenemos nada así. tenemos como bailes regionales como line-dancing, square-dancing, the charleston, swing, ballroom, pero ninguno de esos es algo nacional que todos los niños aprenden en la escuela.

martes, 1 de septiembre de 2009

DÍA 3/San Pedro

our last day in san pedro was just as jam-packed as the first two. it started off with a visit to the salar (salt flat) just outside san pedro. we drove out to basically the middle of the salar and once there i felt like the salar stretched forever; the mountains were only a hazy backdrop to the endless expanse of crusty salt formations.


we had in fact arrived at la reserva nacional los flamencos, a preserve meant to protect the flamingos (woo!) that are native to the lagunas that dot the salar (who knew, flamingos are desert creatures?) so we walked from the bus along paths of salt (literally, i tasted it) with crackly crusty-looking salt rocks surrounding us on all sides as far as the eye can see until we came to the main lagoon where there were flamingos galore. i felt like i was at the zoo, because we were that close to them, but in reality it was so much cooler because we were seeing them in their natural habitat.


in fact, we had arrived directly in the midst of 'marching' season for the flamingo crew. this is the time of year when the flamingos perform their flirting/courtship rituals, called the marching dance, which basically involves strutting back and forth in a very orderly line and squawking a great deal in a tone that reminded me of a cross between a seagull and a seal. fun flamingo fact: once flamingos choose their mates, they are together for life. it was a wonderfully content morning just sitting observing the quirks of the flamingos and the immensity of their home. other inhabitants of the lagunas: random other birds whose cool-factor was entirely eclipsed by that of the flamingos, millions of plankton-esque creatures that the flamingos eat, and neat lizards that seemed to dart out from every salt rock.


on our way back to san pedro we stopped at the pueblo of toconao, an indigenous village with a grand total of 550 inhabitants (not including llamas). we saw the iglesia with its traditional door of cactus wood, the typical means of construction of straw and volcanic rock, and the irrigation system of the city's orchards: a series of interconnected canals that stem from the nearest quebrada (gorge that runs down from high in the andes) and wind their way throughout the town. water only flows to a few orchards at a time due to its scarcity, and the raising and lowering of metal 'doors' in the canals control which way the water flows. the canals were very picturesque, it reminded me of walking in georgetown along the canal with the nice path alongside and trees overhead (however there were no baked and wired cupcakes to be found in toconao, bummer :) ).


our last stop in toconao was the house of a very welcoming abuela. the front room of her house serves as a small shop where she sells the hand-woven products she makes. if you go out the back door you find her loom, made of wood and yarn in a beautifully intricate set-up, placed under a drapery so she can work in shade.


in the backyard are her llamas (i saw three, i believe she owned five) whose wool she uses to weave. i bought a sweater made from the wool of the individual below, handwoven on a wooden loom, that is the softest most comfortable thing i have possibly ever owned (it is going to be extremely difficult not to wear it every single day), all for the equivalent of $21 USD. amazing.


upon arrival back in san pedro we went hunting for an empanada for lunch. unfortunately the delicious tomato-cheese-basil ones from friday's dinner weren't ready yet. however this turned out to be good luck as well because on our search for alternate empanadas we stumbled across a religious celebration and parade taking place in the plaza central. we arrived at the very tail end of the priest's speech so i have zero idea about the reason for the festivities, but i was certainly able to enjoy the live music, confetti, dancers, and furrily-costumed entertainers that made up the small parade. everything was in bright vibrant colors and large numbers of locals were out to share the excitement so it was a treat to share the experience with them.


having gotten caught up in the fun of the plaza central i had to dash over to meet the rest of the group to head off for sandboarding. sandboarding= snowboarding, except on a large sand dune instead of snow, except there are no chairlifts so you have to trudge back up the dune after each run, except there is no real way to turn so you just try and balance upright as you careen straight down the slope, except you keep finding sand in various body crevices for the next three days (and counting) because falling is the only way of stopping/you are bound to fall at least once anyway, except done in only socks because after one run your shoes have so much sand in them that your feet no longer fit. in other words, SO FUN! an entirely unique experience that gave me the energy to trudge back up the dune for another run no matter how many times i'd done it. our group had its fair share of epic wipeouts (the kind where you go headfirst over the front of your board, ouch), but everyone emerged unscathed, albeit extremely sandy. the backdrop of la cordillera de la sal and the intermittent sand dunes was equally as impacting as the snow-capped andes that surrounded me on my ski trip here, i made sure to take a second to look around and take it all in.


we booked it back from the sandboard rental spot to have time for one last dip in the pool before claudio had a heart attack about our consistent lateness to his specified bus-boarding times. in the end we all made it onto the bus, sand-free (almost) only ten minutes behind schedule to head for the airport and our plane home.
all in all, absolutely incredible weekend- i can't wait to travel some more!!

lunes, 31 de agosto de 2009

DÍA 2/San Pedro

we headed out at 8:30 in the ideal sunshine and fresh breeze for an adventure by bike. armed with sunscreen and my hat (sarah the vineyard vines hat is really pulling its weight here), i set off on a muddy mountain bike with a hardcore system of shock absorbers- little did i know how necessary these would be. we pedaled off down the sand road and within minutes were in the midst of mountaings. we were heading towards la cordillera de la sal, a "mountain range" that is really salt-rock formations the color of clay formed with the help of volcanic gases- because of this the range is filled with fissures, holes, caves, gorges, and gaps of all sorts that we got to explore later along the ride. la cordillera de la sal cuts a very sharp profile into the horizon with its sharp-pointed, quick-in-succession peaks and the dark shadows cutting into them where the gorges run. (i took about 300 pictures over the weekend and not one succeeded in bringing back the breathtaking beauty that surrounded me).


i was just loving life, soaking in the scenery and the sun :) about midway along the ride we had to stop to ford a river with our bikes and shoes hoisted onto our shoulders- it wasn't as extreme as it may sound, the water came up to my knees- but the cold water was the perfect refresher.


what was more extreme was the biking itself- when biking on a sand road one occasionally runs into patches of deeper/looser sand where it is highly likely, no matter how fast or slow you try and go, that you will simply wobble and topple. matt informed me the trick is to "stand through the sand" but even this occasionally failed and i had to just waddle through the sand patch. our first destination point of the ride was an aymara/inca ruin site atop a plateau.


walking through the plazas and peering through gaps in the walls let me imagine the town as it would've been during its prime. everything was built with stones from the river nearby, and their smooth texture and grey-black-brown colors contrasted with the jagged and crusted salt formations around them. our next stopping point, after riding single-file into a gap between two clay-colored rock walls, was to clamber along and explore la cordillera de la sal from close-up.


after climbing up and ducking under rock formations for about an hour we hopped back on our bikes and raced back in just enough time for a jump in the pool before lunch. as nice as our hotel was, the pool was not heated and a ten second dip was about all i could take, but nonetheless it felt amazing and energizing after the morning's exercise.
lunch, courtesy of ciee, was delicious and included salmon and my favorite desert i've had in chile so far- ironically it is a peruvian desert, called suspiro limeño. sergio describes it as 'a la vena' meaning it's so rich and has so much sugar that it goes straight to the vein. SO GOOD, i plan on googling the recipe as soon as possible.
after lunch we visited the archaeological museum in san pedro, which has an insanely large collection of utensils used by indigenous peoples for inhaling hallucinogenic substances. there were also a lot of beautiful gold pieces and clay ceramics to examine.
towards the end of the afternoon we set off with claudio, our tour guide, toward valle de la luna. along the way we took several "japanese breaks" (claudio's term), which means we stop at a place with cool views/rocks/etc., everyone gets off the bus to explore and take pictures, and soon we get back on the bus. in this manner we got to see la valle de las muertes, the rock formations called las tres marias, and a big hole in the ground (another thing created by those crazy volcanic gases). we enjoyed our japanese breaks to the fullest by taking jumping pictures to symbolize the moon-like surface we were on (moon=no gravity, thus the jumping).the end treat at valle de la luna was the sunset. after climbing up the great dune (no small task) we had a great view of not only the valle itself, but la cordillera de la sal and la cordillera de los andes, including licancabur volcano, on the other side. the "crater" of valle de la luna is used by NASA to test their new lunar vehicles because it is supposedly very similar to the terrain of the moon, and it wasn't hard to imagine martian-like beings living there so i can see why.


watching the sunset was beautiful- we were in fact facing away from the sun because the most interesting changes in colors and shadows happen in the east on the slopes of the andes and the salt formations.

¿por qué escogiste chile?


every chilean i meet asks me this question: why did i decide to come to santiago/chile? my answer is generally a vague, i'm-not-really-sure, i-just-decided sort of response, but my trip this weekend reminded me a thousand times why i chose chile: its amazingincredibleunparalleled unique diversity of environments and the adventures to be had exploring them. i spent this past weekend with ciee in san pedro de atacama, in the heart of the desert of northern chile, and had an absolutely incredible time. leaving santiago was a breath of fresh air that came at the perfect time, and i came back reenergized and geared up to travel as much as i possibly can during the next few months.
DAY 1
my alarm goes off at 3:25am so that i'm up in time to catch a shuttle to the airport for our 6:30 flight north. unfortunately, our group is sharing the plane with an even larger group of chilean high school students who do not seem to be aware a) that it is 6:30am, b) that they are sharing the plane with other people and should probably not shout/scream/bark/whoop/etc., c) of any form of airplane etiquette- they were clambering over seats, standing in the aisles at all times, snapping photo flashes in the otherwise dark plane, congregating by the bathrooms, and basically anything else you can think of that most people would consider unacceptable plane behavior. despite our resulting lack of sleep, it was an interesting cultural insight into the social world of the wealthy chilean teenager.
arriving in calama, we head off for a tour of the nearby chuquicamata mine: the largest open-pit copper mine in the world. i have never seen a mine of any sort before, and i was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the operation. some fun facts: the mine employs 100 trucks the size of a small house with wheels taller than i am that cost $25,000 USD each (these are the largest possible mining trucks you can make, because these are the largest possible tires- made by michelin- that can support that largest amount of weight).


out of 100 trucks, there are only 2 female drivers. 20,000 workers toil 8 hour days here every day of the year (with three shifts per day the mine is literally always in operation). there has been no rain in chuquicamata since february 2006. while touring around the mine we got lucky and got to see molten iron being poured onto a hillside deposit, as well as an explosion in the mine itself meant to loosen rock so it can be removed. from afar the mine looks like flat-topped hills built in layers of dusty grey- a contrast to the real hills surrounding it that are red-brown clay and remind me of georgia o'keefe paintings of new mexico with their colors and shadows.
after the mine we made a stop to grab lunch and 5 liter jugs of water (which i did indeed finish by the end of the trip) before hopping on the bus for the 2ish hour drive to san pedro. the landscape in and around san pedro is absolutely awesome- although the region is a desert, it is by no means a boring horizon of flat sand. every turn brings different rich shades of brown, mountains, salt formations, volcanos, and gorges. a secret of the desert i learned: the seemingly random lines of desert shrubs that look like they should be shriveling under the unrelenting sun are alive because they grow on top of a subterranean water flow that comes down from the snow in the andes, through the quebradas (gorges/ravines) that crease the landscape, and eventually underground across the wide open pampa.
the town of san pedro was an immensely welcome change from the always-moving crowds of santiago. despite being an important tourist jumping-point for all the region's activities, san pedro has a calming, relaxed attitude that infects both locals and tourists. none of santiago's too-pushy restaurant callers or shouting vendors; just lazy sandy streets lined with adobe and straw houses where you can stroll along after a full day of adventures. this is the iglesia:


everyone is just happy to be there, from the local niños playing in the plaza and around their parents' shops to the non-locals in their hiking boots and fleeces. the only negative of our trip was not having more time to really explore san pedro itself.
for dinner i grabbed an empanada of tomato, cheese, and basil for about $1.50 USD- it was so delicious i would've paid five times that if they'd asked!
then at around 9:00 we drove out into the desert to see the stars. i learned SO MUCH in the next three hours- if i had more than one life to spend, one would definitely be dedicated to astronomy. another would be as a geologist, the earth formations i saw this weekend were fascinating. but anyway, astonomy- the night was perfectly clear with a beautiful moon and stars and the wide open sky and space around us was perfectly calm. we arrived at the house of alain, a french-born chilean (here to take advantage of the grade A stargazing conditions and work on the upcoming ALMA telescope project here) whose clearly french-accented spanish was a (linguistic) treat in itself. alain explained to us about the point of rotation of the sky, the galactic system, different types of stars and how to name them, how to use astronomy for romantic purposes, and then pointed out various constellations with his oh-so-useful green laser. it was incredibly cool to know that we were seeing things that are never in the sky at home like the cruz del sur and scorpio. we then got to make use of his 8 or 10 telescopes to see cool things like jupiter, a white nebula, a star that was in reality one blue star and one orange star, a butterfly-shaped group of stars, and a close-up of the moon's craters (which he later took a photo of with my camera through the telescope!)


after a couple hours out in the more-than-chilly winter night we went into alain's open-sky living room to drink delicious hot cocoa by candlelight and hear more about the stars. by far the most worthwhile night i have spent in chile thus far.
days 2 and 3 to be added soon...

miércoles, 26 de agosto de 2009

diferencias

cosas que no he visto en chile:
-autos de prius (o cualquier otro tipo de híbrido)
-personas llevando camisas de mangas cortas o pantalones cortos o sandalias, aunque hoy hacía calor de 76* fahrenheit- todos todavía llevan abrigos, poleras, y bufandas
-pistas para bicicletas

cosas que no he visto en los EEUU:
-fruta barata
-popcorn dulce (=kettle corn) que se vende en el cine
-el guatero (botella de agua caliente que se pone en la cama antes de acostarse para que la cama ya esté calentita cuando se acuesta- me encanta)
-meseros que no te molestan para salir ni te traen la cuenta sin que tu se la pidas