Thursday, March 27, 2008
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
SWIM MEET
Bronze medals: 3
Christians on the edge: ~300
One-armed interpreter for deaf people on Easter Sunday: 1
(If I ever decide to do Lucha Libre when I’m in
Why fresa? Why Mariposa? Why Leonesa?
2. Mariposa- I swam butterfly this past weekend in “los juegos
3. Leonesa- I have huge hair. Refer to 5th grade growth spurt.
yaay cuba!
la reina de mariposa,Sara la fresa mariposa leonesa
Friday, March 21, 2008
GAMETIME
Top three things about Cuban Baseball games:
- You can’t buy an Industriales (The Havana National team) T-Shirt or hat while the game is going on (because duh, the woman who owns the store wants to watch the game too).
- To show support, Cubans remove their car horns out of their cars and honk them (much like we ring cowbells).
- When the Industriales hit one out of the park and score a home run, the stadium goes nuts. Men embrace, women cry…and everyone wants to grab a baby.
That means eight hours of my life in the past two days was with Nardo, mi profe, who asked for everything I had…and then asked me to run stairs.
He then said we had a lot of potential. If Nardo says Catherine and I have the potential to kick ass for real, then my life is almost complete (it will be complete when he says we actually do kick ass...but I still have 2 more months).
1. Nardo and his French friends
2. Lizzie, Emily and Kelly after they played basketball in los juegos del caribe
3. Flowers my roomie bought to brighten our room
todo mi amor,
la reina de rositos de maiz (popcorn),
Sara la fresa
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
spring break 2008
I've found my new happy place.
Santa Clara and the Escombry mountains are officially replacing Disney World as the place where I feel the most peaceful.
And this my friends, is the Cuba you put on a post card. Never mind the dead goats or old cars I was tempted to post before; I know now Cuba has more to offer.
My roomie Kati and I spent Thursday morning waking up with the sun and enjoyed the fact that in this place (for our spring vacation), there was no MTV Spring Break or swim-up bar (a.k.a. lifeguard's nightmare) and you breathe in clean air (BIG DEAL) not tainted from old 1956 Chevrolet's.
This may be a long entry so I will summarize if you wish to skip to certain parts:
1. Ernesto Che Guevara Memorial-namer of all men.
In the Che Guevara Memorial, to honor those who fought with him, a wall of plastered faces with nicknames from Che's journal welcomed us to explore.
Meet Pacha, Tuma and Chino.
I'm not sure how I'd feel about being called "Chino" on my gravestone if I am not Chinese. But that's just me.
And as a dedicated journal-writer, it's a bit unsettling for someone to put the names I call people as their grave marker. That would mean my sister would permanently be Tater, my friend Kristin would be the Clevage (long story) and Nardo my boxing coach would die the "ass-kicker." (But I'm not so sure he would mind that.)
What's even better is the museum had the following: guns, pictures of Che and a rock Che once saw in a river.
I kid you not... that's Cuba's hero.
2. Swimming
I am a full believer that if water is involved, it is fun. If water is involved as a lake, pool and ocean...it's unbelievable.
Thus, I had an unbelievably fun week swimming my legs off first in a lake (in the Escombry mountains), then in a pool (still in Escombry, even accidentally yelled at a child to walk...but, it happens...lifeguard tendencies never die) and finished in the ocean.
Sunday morning I was able to snorkel and see all these beautiful fish that were bright blue and checkered. I even tried to race one...but I lost.
3. Trinidad-Not Cuba.
The last two days of our trip were spent in an all-inclusive resort in Trinidad (where I swam in the ocean) and it was the first time, in two months at least, I'd seen a bathtub.
I screamed.
It was also the first time I knew (for sure) I would have water pressure in addition to a hot shower, food I could digest and a television with more than two English channels.
I clearly, was not in Cuba.
It was weird to be around tourists from Europe and Canada. I had a sudden urge to take French again because I heard it more than Spanish, but then I started talking to our waiter and realized where I supposedly was again.
Feeling French-y certainly didn't stop me from swimming, once again, and applying (and re-applying) SPF 45.
I am going to make many constellations out of my freckles when I get home. That's for sure.
As smooth as everything went, we still managed to have a Cuba moment when our bus broke down and we had to drive without AC (misery!).
But if that was the worst part, then I'd say, SWEET VICTORY CUBA!
What a way to celebrate two months...
Sunday, March 9, 2008
running from red pants and traffic
For Eve.
To celebrate Women’s Day in Cuba (March 7), the University sponsored a 3 K maratón (marathon) for all students.
POR NADA.
Monday, March 3, 2008
adventure, on!
It's amazing how much Spanish you know when someone is trying to rip you off.
This weekend in Vinales, in la casa particulare de Grisel (her name even sounds conniving), my Spanish skills moved beyond ordering at restaurants to full-throttle anti-swindling vocabulary.
My friends and I came in on the defense because Grisel tried to charge us $30 extra CuC because when she meant "5 CuC for food per day" she really meant "5 CuC for dinner, breakfast, drinks and napkins."
Hmm.
That did not work out so well. It would have been different if we hadn't specifically established a price at the beginning, 15 CuC per night and 5 CuC for food per day. This per day part was very important because she assured us she meant 5 CuC a day, not a meal.
We have been in Cuba long enough to know not to assume anything.
I may only be studying here, but I know by now there are people who are not looking out for your best interests and will try by any means to do whatever it takes to get what they want. My friends and I had our anti-swindle faces on and paid exactly what we agreed to pay, despite the remarks of how stupid we were or threats to call the police (and by calling the police her husband meant going out to the street and yelling “policia” and then sitting down on the front porch to smoke).
That is a major “no” in this country.
Outdoor activities--- These included horseback riding, swimming (in both a lake AND CAVE), spelunking, bike riding and hiking.
New friends/Old friends--- William, our guide for Spelunking, restored my faith in Vinales and made me realize not all Cubans there were out to swindle. When two of our bikes got flat tires and we couldn’t bike home, he helped convince a group of tourists to let us take their cab. I certainly don’t take that for granted.
Cave bar--- Saturday night we went to a bar in a cave that just so happened to have a live band. After a day of horseback riding, biking and spelunking, how could you resist not being the first ones to dance?
Challenges--- My padres always say that character is built from adversity. As crappy as Grisel made our Sunday morning, I spoke (even if it was quite assertive) more Spanish than I thought I could have.
Sara la fresa