Thursday, April 27, 2006

Good Bye Students


Dearest Students, Friends,

Here we all find ourselves in a time of transition. All times of change are important parts in our process of development, just as significant as the actual highlights or downlights of life. Transformation is often accompanied by difficult emotions and challenging reflection, which is necessary in our growth process.

I remember when you all came to Costa Rica nine months ago and we did a quick name game on the top floor of the hotel in Heredia. Remember? Or even the name game we did at the Inn-Gathering at that beautiful park in January. Remember? I know that remembering all of the experiences in the past year brings a feeling of melancholy, and it is good to reflect upon them before they settle into the memory of “your year/semester in Costa Rica.”

This past year has been a progressive sequence that unfolded with an inherent harmony and intelligence. Everything along our personal path developed into the perfect place in a special way, so that we could be the young people we are right now. What!?! I mean to say, that I believe every experience happened for a reason and we learned from each moment.

Being that my job position was new this year, I was constantly in the process of developing my “job description.” I truly believe that an important and challenging part of my job is trying to help the students on an individual level. I thank all of you that confided in me with your personal emotions, experiences, problems and histories. I often felt you all pushed me beyond my limits of psychology, my knowledge of Spanish, my understanding of culture and my abilities of friendship. I learned from all of you that I want to help people. I enjoy inspiring people. I appreciate the lessons you all gave me where I realized I do have a purpose for Friends World professionally, and also how I can be a cross-cultural example for you all as my friends.

My first year as a translator, practicing through experiential learning, was extremely intricate for me because I constantly felt challenged by the subjects and the two languages. I will simply say that there is more than one way to translate “un SeƱor Delgado.”

To conclude this year and semester with you all makes me feel sadness, because I now have to say goodbye to 40 friends. Will we see each other again? Well, you are all a light and will continue to burn inside of my mind, and you all will always inspire my contributions towards social change. Life requires that we cultivate an awareness that links each action to the next, one breath at a time, so please make sure to always breathe during each posture, series and transition.

It is true that LES QUIERO MUCHO.

With so much energy,

Your Translator, Your Academic Assistant, Your Yoga Teacher and Your Friend,

SusanA Elizabeth Smith

PS, please let me know if you are ever in Colorado….

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Goodbye song for my students

G Em C D
What a beautiful face, I have found in this place, That is circling al round the sun.
What a beautiful dream, That could flash on a screen, In a blink of an eye, and be gone from me.
Soft and Sweet, Let me hold it close and keep it here, with me...
And one day we will die, And our ashes will fly, Like an Aeroplane over the sea.
But for now we are young, Let us lay in the sun, And count every beautiful think we can see.
Love to be, In the arms of all, I'm keeping here, with me...
What a curious love we all have found, my new friends and I.
Now memories all around, hear the voices as they're rolling and ringing through me.
Soft and Sweet, How the notes all bend, And reach above the trees.

Em C G D
Now how I'll remember you all, How I would push the door closed to keep your sprits from soaring, through the rest of the world.
So all experiences dressed in tropical clothes, With the ones we learned to love, and we hope to always remember their names.
Soon our secrets will sleep in winter clothes, with voices so smooth and sweet, and now we keep to where we don't even know.

G Em C D
What beautiful faces I have found in this place that is circling all round the sun.
And when we meet on a cloud, I'll be laughing out loud, I'll be laughing with all of you I will see.
Can't believe, how strange it is to be anything at all...

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Semana Santa

For our Holy Week vacation, Jimmy and I backpacked in Guanacaste and slept in a tent. We visited two national parks, used our thumb to get around and went to two beautiful beaches. Cooking on a stove and sleeping under a full moon was so good for our soul.

We traveled to Liberia and met up with two of Jimmy's friends, Bebsy and Minor, and their 2 year old son Sergio. We were planning on going to Santa Rosa National Park, but there was no water, so we practice the value of flexibility and drove Beby's mom's old truck to Rincon de la Vieja National Park.

Arriving to Rincon de la Vieja was a full day's experience of frustation and surprises. We traveled along a back road of white dust and somehow missed the turn towards the national park. It was not until we helped an older man dislodge his truck on a huge, powderly hill did we figure out that we had gone a couple of hours too far on that bumpy, dirt road. The funny part of this story is that we were almost to a volcano and we thought we were almost to Rincon de la Vieja volcano, but the farmer on the side of the road comented on how beautiful that Miravalles Volcano was, and we burst into a frustrated laughter. So, we turned around in the crapy truck and also got stuck on that hill, until a nice 4x4 came by and chained us up the dusty hill. THEN, we heard a rare sound from the truck and we get out only to discover that the left suspention had broken on the truck, so the bumper was pratically scrapping along the soft dirt. Well, to make a long story short, we did make it to Rincon de la Vieja National Park after dark and we set up camp. ONLY IN COSTA RICA COULD WE GO TO THE WRONG VOLCANO!


We spent the next few days in Rincon de la ViejaNational Park, known for the volcanos. We hiked often around the plethora of trails, visiting sulfur hot springs and bubbling hot mud pools. We saw so many monkies and left with a million bug bites. It was nice to sleep in our tent.










Sulfur Hot Springs.


Bubbling hot mud pools.

After our wonderful two nights in Rincon de la Vieja, Jimmy and I treked to Santa Rosa National Park, which is known as the oldest and largest national park in Costa Rica. The expansive dry forest was impressive and we had fun hiking around the trails covered in monkies. We visited LA CASONA, which is a historial landmark that represents a battle that won Costa Ricans their freedom from the Filibusters. We also went to Playa Naranjo and enjoyed the pristine, long beach. Luckily, a nice Hawaiian couple picked us up and brought us back in their rented 4x4, thus we did not have to hike the instense 13kms down the mountain and back up. Santa Rosa is an very-well organized national park where a lot of scientists carry-out investigations and research. There is not a lot of tourist development, so it is a good place to visit for a short stay. It was nice to sleep in our tent.

La Casona and Playa Naranjo.

After leaving Santa Rosa National Park using our thumb several times on Thursday, including a scary ride on the bumper of a full truck, we found out all the returning buses to San Jose were sold out until Saturday. So, we used our thumb once again to get to a secluded, non-tourist beach called Playa Iguanita in Culebra Bay. We give thanks to the brothers Manuel and Johnny for picking us up and sharing their beer with us in the water, while conversint about a variety of intersting subjects. Normally there are no people on this beach, but since it was Semana Santa, there were about 1000 people camped out along the building-less beach. All families. Grandparents cooking and kids playing in the motionless water all day long. I was the ONLY white person. Unfortunately, a young guy yelled at me from his gruop of friends, "Oh no, hay una puta gringa," (oh no, there is a bitch ginga). In a seemily-safe place, I felt threatened and scared. So, Jimmy and I left on Friday. Nevertheless, we swam in the placid, clear water and listened to the waves from our tent and looked out the nylon window at the full moon. It was so very nice to sleep in our tent.

Our adventure during Semana Santa was wonderful and taught us the importance of flexibility and adaptability. Jimmy and I visited three new places and enjoyed every minute. We are a very good traveling partners and it was fun to learn together.

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Jimmy and THE backpack


Jimmy and I lived out of this backpack for a week! I am so thankful he always carried it.

Beach pictures


Jimmy and Susana on Playa Iguanita.


Monday, April 17, 2006

Iguantia Beach

Camping on the beach, under a full moon.


Jimmy and Susana on Playa Iguanita.

Santa Rosa National Park



Susana and Jimmy camping in Santa Rosa National Park, the oldest and biggest national park in Costa Rica.

Beach Naranjo



Jimmy and Susana on Plana Naranjo, in the Santa Rosa National Park. It was a beautiful, pristine beach, with no human development!








Jimmy and Susana in front of some volcanos in Guanacaste.
Susana and Jimmy at LA CASONA, which is the most historical landmark representing Costa Rican patriotism. A great battle was fought here against the Filibusters and their leader William Walker. Costa Ricans won and thus did not become slaves like Walker planned for all of Central America. La Casona is a popular symbol in Costa Rica and it is located in Santa Rosa National Park.

Jimmy's family


Marisol and Baby Victoria, two months

Jimmy's family on Easter


Top Row: Wilmer, Jimmy, Allan, Carlos. Bottom Row: Carolina, Sarah, Jesenia, Jimmy, Dona Tere, Andrea, Marisol, Baby Victoria, Diego, Susana.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Apartment







Jimmy and I live together in Heredia. To see our apartment, click here please.

Ecuador Feb 2006

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In Feb 2006, I went to Ecuador for two weeks with my work to study politics, indigenous groups, holisitc healing methods and social justice. Here are some of my reflections.



Quito

MONKIES

So, the monkeys in the little river town of Misuahalli have it in for my family. In the central park of that mellow town, lives a large family of aggravating monkeys.

When I visited my brother Patrick four years ago, a monkey came into the restaurant on the park corner and took my hat. I chased that monkey around the park, with all the locals watching me, until the monkey finally “gave” it back to me.

When my brother Patrick lived in Ecuador during his time as a Peace Corps volunteer, he was bitten by one of those annoying monkeys and he had to emergency travel to Quito to receive the appropriate shots.

When I was in Misuahalli last week, three monkeys came into my hotel room through the slightly opened window. One monkey found my food bag and robbed my yogurt. One monkey took my playing cards and went to the front porch and threw them one by one onto the street below. Another monkey opened my backpack, found my purse, opened the zipper, found my wallet, opened the zipper, and ate some of my money!

Stupid monkeys!!!


RIO BLANCO




In order to arrive to the small Quichwa indigenous village in the Amazon, we left Port Misuahalli in two small, long motor boats along the River Napo. Along the hour ride, we passed by the riverside where my brother Patrick lived in Puca Chicta for three years during his Peace Corps service. I was totally tripping when I was in Misuahalli and when I saw the place where I once crossed the river to get to Puca Chicta, because I never would have thought that I would return to that remote part of the world!!!

We arrived to our “dock” and unloaded all of our backpacks, and we put on our high rubber boots. The two hour hike up and down the hills of the Amazon was outstanding because we passed through a rainbow of green plants and our indigenous guide Fabio stopped quite often to explain to us about the plethora of medicinal plants. The pristine magic of the primary forest filled us all with happiness and peace. The muddy and rocky path that we walked along increased the challenge of carrying our huge backpacks filled with our basic necessities for our short time in the middle of the jungle.

Arriving to our jungle camp was like taking a breathe in paradise. The Quichwa village of Rio Blanco created those tourist cabins 15 minutes away from their community and they did a fantastic job of replicating traditional wood and straw structures for our lodging comforts. Between the three mere buildings rested a beautiful botanical garden, full of medicinal plants and beautiful flowers. Located right next to a large creek, the sound of running water was like a harmony to the music of the constantly singing jungle.

The community of Rio Blanco was originally founded in 1970 and they finally received official land titles in 1986, after many years of struggling for their rights with the government. Several families decided to settle in Rio Blanco in order to organize themselves and create schools for their children. The indigenous people suffered to live on the land because they worked as slaves for the close-by plantation owner and they were forced to cut down the trees on their land in order to earn the land titles. After many years of struggling with the coffee and cacao prices, the community decided to develop a sustainable form of community tourism so they could pay for education, health care and other basic social services. Currently Rio Blanco has 29 families and 380 people that live without electricity, and they have a school with two classrooms, that has been funded by their income from tourists that want to support the indigenous village. Their mother tongue is Quichwa and their second language is Spanish, however most of the elders only speak Quichwa.

Rio Blanco now works with an Ecuadorian non-profit organization called RICANCIE that united 10 different indigenous villages in the Napo region of the Amazon and provides fair opportunities for creating intercultural exchanges between tourists and the indigenous people.


RICANCIE

http://ricancie.nativeweb.org/

Rio Blanco now works with an Ecuadorian non-profit organization called RICANCIE that united 10 different indigenous villages in the Napo region of the Amazon and provides fair opportunities for creating intercultural exchanges between tourists and the indigenous people.

RICANCIE was formed because tourists were traveling to indigenous villages without permission from the local people and committing strong cultural taboos, like taking pictures of the people as if they were animals. The indigenous people did not receive barely any money from the obtrusive tourists, so RICANCIE organized 10 communities in hopes of offering a reasonable cultural learning opening between everyone involved.

I highly recommend RICANCIE as a vacation for anyone, as long as someone that speaks Spanish participates on the trip. Our agenda was full of intense and interesting activities. Besides having an expert guide that is also in training to be a shaman, there was also a representative from RICANCIE that accompanies us throughout the whole trip and we formed real friendships with them quickly. Some activities include: medicinal plant hike, swimming in an incredible waterfall lagoon, presentation on the history of Rio Blanco and RICANCIE, community visit, making chichi (fermented drink made out of yucca), school performance by children, art crafts presentation, natural animal traps presentation, botanical garden tour, cultural night that includes traditional dances like the Peace Dance and a Wedding Dance with live music from a 4 man band, canoeing in the river, excellent home cooked food that is based on a diet of yucca and platano, 5am awaska tea ceremonies (to protect us from snakes), shaman cleansing ceremony under a full moon, and and and…more.

Check it out: http://ricancie.nativeweb.org/


CLEANSING CEREMONY

Since I assisted both Group 1 and 2 in the jungle, I was fortunate enough to do most of the activities twice. I think I thoroughly enjoyed the Cleansing Ceremony both times because the first ceremony was held under the bright light of the full moon and the second ceremony was an intense spiritual cleansing for me because I participated individually.

The ceremony starts in the afternoon with the preparation of the Ayawaska tea, which is a hallucinogenic vine that only the Shaman takes at the beginning of the ceremony during the late night. Before the Shaman arrived, we all gathered around on the floor and found comfortable positions under the candle light. The Shaman came and our guide Fabio asked the Shaman to take the Ayawaska tea to cleanse us (the students) and help purify our energy. As the Shaman agrees, he swallows a cup of the Ayawaska tea. Once all of the candles are blown out, (because light affects the Shaman’s eyes negatively when he starts to have visions), and we waited in silence for the Ayawaska to take full effect in the magic man sitting before us in the dark. About 15 minutes after swallowing the enchanted potion, the Shaman starts to cleanse himself and the whole group with a traditional song/chant and flaps a bundle of special leaves that are only used to move energy.

Then, the Shaman calls up people one by one to sit on a small pedestal and undergo the 10 minute(ish) cleansing process. The ceremony lasted for hours in the dark, and it was an extremely spiritual experience for me and many of the students. The environment was exceptionally sacred and we all contributed to feeling the divine individually and holistically.

I experienced the cleansing process in the second ceremony and I totally believe that the Shaman cleaned my sole because I felt a huge movement in my energy. As I sat on that wooden platform, the Shaman had visions and shook that special leaf bundle around my body, and blew air loudly, and cleared his throat, and whistled, and sang, and touched my head. I felt like I was tripping and sometimes I saw white on the back of my closed eyelids. As the Shaman touched my head with intense pressure, I felt the energy being sucked out of me on the sides of my throat, like tubes, and my neck skin actually pulsed. I repeated the word “POSITIVE” over and over with each long inhale. When he blew on my crown, I felt a tingling sensation in lower places of my back. Time stood still as the Shaman danced around me. After the Shaman finished, I literally crawled to my yoga mat and laid down in total peace. I felt empty and hallow, and it was wonderful. After more people experienced the cleansing process, my stomach started to turn and I felt huge bubbles brewing in my entire intestinal track. Between cleansing sessions, I ran to the bathroom and had explosive diarrhea, which proved the cleansing worked because I had not defecated for 5 days. I felt so relieved and lighter, and open. The whole experience was memorable and a major stepping-stone in my spiritual soul because I learned the importance of cultivating positive energy.

Since that cleansing, I feel so much happier and optimistic. I believe.


AWASKA CERMONY

Every morning at 5am, we had the option to participate in the traditional Awaska ceremony. We were awoken to the music of a drum, flute and/or guitar. Walking through the early morning darkness to the fire pit in our droggy sleep was challenging, yet rewarding.

We all sat together, huddled around the small fire, and awaited our hollowed-out seed cup full of Awaka tea. This tea was tasty and very important because it makes human bodies produce a smell that repels snakes, plus it slows down the movement of snake poison in the blood.

While we take turns drinking the tea, we listen to the music and zone-out on the Quichwa lyrics. We also listen to the folklore of that Quichwa community and learn from their morals. The Shaman would tell us stories, that would first be translated into Spanish by our guide Fabio and then into English. The elders would share their wisdom about the facts of reality and give their advice about living in peace.

If people arrived late to the ceremony, they had to jump into the early-morning cold river. The regular punishment for the people is putting AJI (hot peppers) into each eye. They also use this castigation for a variety of punishments, and to make the youth learn their lesson.

We sat around the campfire for a mere hour and then crawled back to our beds to rest before breakfast at 7am.

It was amazing to participate in a real important tradition for those Quichwa people and learn about their ways and their legends.



SNAKE

One night while we were eating dinner under candle night, we heard the men of the community scatter around the campfire screaming. When I looked over the railing to see what was the loud situation and what the men where squealing behind the gathering building, I saw several of them beating the ground with their walking sticks while others shone the flashlights all over the ground.

And then I heard THE word: “SERPIENTE!”

Serpiente in Spanish means snake.

Once the men had killed the venomous natural predator, they allowed us tourists to see the vibrant, dead snake. It was about two feet long, colored with bright orange, red and yellow markings, and humongous fangs.

Our guide Fabio said it is one of the most deadly poisonous snakes in the jungle, and it’s bite would kill a human within seconds.

It was a wake-up call to all of us. We were visiting not only the indigenous people’s home, but also the wildlife, including venomous fatal snakes, and annoying insects.

Scary.




Susana translating Fabio's wisdom.

Talamanca and the BriBri Indigenous Reserve

Where we stayed - La Finca Educativa

After finishing the 446 book White Oleander and visiting the BriBri Indigenous reserve in the South of Costa Rica for a mere 3 days, I am different. How can I explain a dynamic and profound trip of traveling on 15 buses in 3 days with a student from my work? I accompanied this student because she is studying creation stories of indigenous peoples, and she needed help translating. Thus, we visited several BriBri communities and 2 Shaman brothers in the BriBri Indigenous Reserve.

If you want to, get out a map. We traveled to Limon on the Caribe Coast, then we traveled South through Cahuita and Puerto Viejo. Then we turned inland and passed through several Dole and Chiquita banana plantations. We changed buses in BriBri and finally made it to our lodging in Shiroles, where from there we visited Suretka and Amubri.

Obvisously the highlight of the trip was talking to 2 different Shamans that live several hours from each other.

The first Shaman explained a quick version of their creation story based on their God Sibu and their cosmic diamond-shaped world. Afterwards he explained their struggle to inform the youth of their traditional beliefs because the majority of the younger generations now believe in Catholicism and are not interested in Sibu. The Shaman explained their "clan" system which consists of being born into a destiny of responsibilities, or in other words, they are born into their jobs. Sadly enough, many of the clans have disappeared and are now totally lost because people have abandonded the traditional social roles and picked up "modern" jobs like spraying pestacide on the banana plants. The Shaman was visually sad as he shared his people's struggles to avoid termination, especially against the State's oppression, yet he managed to maintain an overwhelming energy of determination. He was magical and every word was like poetry that flowed from his soul with passion and complete belief.

The second Shaman lived in another town across the river, which I could easily compare to Ecuador's Amazon. We visited him in the community gathering house that is constructed according to their beliefs of the universe. Then we were invited to enter the sacred Cosmic House, which is made out of wood and straw, and it is shaped like a perfect triangle with 4 levels inside to represent the 4 stages of the universe. As we entered the ancient Cosmic House, I felt saturated in important energy and I could feel the essence of thousands of traditional ceremonies and rituals that have occured within that air-tight BriBri structure. This Shaman explained the rules of all the ceremonies in BriBri to his son, who in turn translated it into Spanish, which in turn I translated into English. He concluded telling us that they do not like to share this information with just anyone, because too many people abuse their belief system, so we should feel honored to receive a glimpse thier culture.

Being that the culture is totally orally based, and that many of the elders are dying, and the youth are not replacing their traditional social responsibilbities, the culture is in danger of disappearing. Already, there are no "singing" medicine men left. Without tangible documentation, their oral stories are just blowing in the wind.

The tall, green mountains are homes to 32 BriBri and 7 Cabecar (other tribe) communities, and only 15 have electricity.

How can I convey in a mass email how much wiser I am for visiting several indigenous communities and listening to 2 Shaman brothers? I feel sad and lost for those people. For me, their perspectives on life simply make sense to me, because they are so peaceful and generous and wise and giving. Those Shaman seem to know everything and I could feel their greatness, yet their people do not want spiritual guidance. Their ancestors are shadows.

When will the BriBri go where? Will their culture be lost?
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United Nations Developmental Plan

www.undp.org

I went on a field trip to the UNITED NATIONS DEVELOPMENTAL PROGRAM (UNDP) Costa Rican office on tuesday with the Latin American Issues Seminar with the most brilliant professor, who is actually my professional role-model.

WOW! I feel so much smarter, with a sense of pesamistic hope.

Did you know that there is a tax on the gasoline in Costa Rica that is given to the UNDP? Then the UNDP uses that money, about $15mill/year, to pay Costa Rican farmers to protect forest or naturally regenerate it. Certain farms have a priority, like those along the Mesoamerican Corridor.

After learning about the UNDP Global and National reports, we talked about the Human Development Index on both a global level and also a national level. The index takes into account many factors, but mostly health, education and per capital income. Furthermore, the UNDP is interesting in evaluating what is happening with people's freedom and how to improve those conditions. Did you know the per capita income for men in Costa Rica is $9,606/year and for women it is about $5000/year, even if they occupy the same position?!? We also talked about the Gender-Related Index and the Gender-Empowerment Measures, which focus on equality.

We learned about the most important problems for the UNDP in Costa Rica. The quality of secondary school (high school) is going down due to desertion and repetition. Costa Rica has not reduced poverty for the last 10 years, which is at 22%. There has actually been a worsening of inequality in the last 10 years as well, meaning that the rich-poor gap is growing.

Have you heard this quote?: "There are two families in the world: The Haves and the Have-Nots."

The cost of ending poverty by 2015 would be about $300bill, and this is less that 10% of the richest people in the world's income. Thus, there IS money in the world to help!

Did you know that the richest 500 people in the world make more than the poorest 480mill people in the world?!?

Did you know extreme poverty means people that live on less than $1/day and poverty means people that live on less than $2/day? !!!!!!!

Why does inequality matter to the UNDP? They are concerned with social justice, focusing on the welfare of the poor, growth and efficiency, political legitamacy and... Sounds nice, right?!?

So, what are a few of the MILLENNIUM DEVELOPMENTAL GOALS (MDGs)? Create common values and principles in the world. Peace, security and disarmament. Development and poverty eradication. Protecting our common environment. Etc.

And how do they impement thses MDGs in Costa Rica? Well, they have 7 targets, that face so many challenges, maybe too many. 1. Eradicate extreme poverty and hunger. 2. Achieve universal primary education. 3. Promote gender equality and empower women. 3. Reduce child mortality. 4. Improve Maternal Health. 5. Combate HIV/AIDS, Malaria and other diseases. 6. Ensure environmental sustainability. 7. Global partnership for development.

The UNDP contributes to the MDGs by giving technical and monitary support to national governmental institutions, and help civil society make national reports analyzing problems and actions.

However, in too many countries there are too many problems and not enough actions.

This trip was interesting because it showed a MACRO attempt to alliviate global problems. The UN speaker was honest though, and said that to realistically achieve these goals, they need an extra $50bill in resources and world participation.

While the lecture was positive, the reality is pesamistic, in saying that we are falling down and it might be too hard to not only stop our decline but also reverse humanity's problems & environmental degradation.

But, every drop counts. Use less toilet paper. Re-use plastic bags. Eat organic. Contribute to fair trade. Donate. Help. Help. Do. We can try!

A poem sent to me from Elizabeth Balten


Make an island of yourself,
make yourself your refuge;
there is no other refuge.
Make truth your island,
make truth your refuge;
there is no other refuge.
Digha Nikaya, 16