La cangrejeada - Not this year....

This past winter season my community - and my home - were flooded with over 4 feet of water for several days. I was forced to evacuate to higher grounds to the neighboring town, Palmar Norte. Although I had tried to stack up all of my clothes and other accessories on top of my table and dresser, unfortunately when the water entered the house there were strong currents that knocked the table over, ruining some of my things and muddying up others (like clothes).

Although I could spend much time upset about what I lost, I realize that my problems were very little in comparison with those who had lost things more valuable, who couldn’t stack up their refrigerator or washing machine before the water came rushing in at 4:30 AM. I also think about all of the small businesses in the center of Cortés that lost much of their inventory and had to start again from scratch.

Interestingly, not only were peoples’ lives affected by the floods of this winter, so too was the environment and its habitat. The largest river in Costa Rica, El Terraba, which starts in the mountains of Talamanca, passes through my community. Furthermore, many winding estuaries and mangrove swamps branch off from the river. After this year’s winter storm, several local community members have said that the river, estuaries, and mangroves have changed dramatically.

One particular community member, and close friend, that has been fishing in the Terraba for over 40 years has been helpful in explaining to me how much the area has changed after this past winter. Land masses that were once on one side of the river are now located on the other side due to the force of the water. Canals and estuaries that once were fished and traveled by locals by boat, now no longer exist, and are filled with mud and sand carried by the river.

My friend has been directly affected by these changes. His finca, which is backed by mangrove swamp and is only reachable by boat, was also altered. Before, he was able to travel to his finca to work at any point of the day – low tide or high tide. However, after the tropical storm, he is only able to arrive by boat during high tide, when the estuaries and river have more water. When the tide is low, the estuary is a muddy lagoon and does not have sufficient water to enter. Furthermore, the mangrove swamp that backs his farm was filled with sand, drying out and killing most, if not all plant life.

Rancho Quemado, which has always been a pasture which rolls along the river - and a popular point for community members to fish - was left unrecognizable. I had gone several times before the winter storm, and the pasture was quite swampy, with tall grass and a mud-rich soil. Now, the pasture is almost a sandy beach. Instead of cattle, the owner of this farm now plants rice, as grass doesn’t grow well in this terrain.

Most interestingly, Ranch Quemado has historically been the place where community members “cangrejear” - a special time of year toward the end of May when the cangrejos (crabs) come out of their caves in such large quantities that people can fill sacks with crabs. This has been a Ciudad Cortés tradition throughout the entire history of the town. This year, however, the “cangrejeada” did not happen.
As this type of cangrejos’ habitat is mud, Rancho Quemado no longer houses the thousands of crabs that it once held. It is now sand-filled. I was able to make the trip with my friend this May in search for cangrejos. Several others also had the same idea. We passed many people in bicycle en route to Ranch Quemado. All were quite disappointed and confused as to why there were no cangrejos this year. The answer lies in the fact that the past winter storm affected and changed everything; from peoples’ lives, to the community, to the environment.

La cosecha de aguacate

Ahhhhh aguacate..... There is nothing as glorious as the harvest of aguacate (avocado) in my community. Around this time of year, from May to June, the town is flooded in aguacates. I'm not talking about the small hass avocados that I was accustomed to eating in the U.S. I'm talking about criollo aguacates the size of pillows! For the past 2-3 weeks, I have eaten a whole avocado for lunch and dinner, respectively. I really appreciate the abundance of fruits and vegetables here in Costa Rica. There are avocado trees that have been planted for over 40 years and that are so tall, sometimes the only way to harvest the fruit is to wait until it falls to the ground and hope that it doesn't splatter. When the fruits are high up in the tree, we use a long piece of bambu with a type of bag attached to the end to grab the aguacate. Another method is to simply shake the branches with the long bambu and have another person with you to try and catch the aguacate when it falls!

There are different types of aguacates, varying in size, shape, color, and taste. I have eaten some avocados that tasted like butter and others that have been sweeter. Yesterday, I ate one that is almost white on the inside. I have eaten some aguacates that were shaped like a butternut squash and almost equal in size! Writing this blog makes me hungry. The guacamole I have made has been tremendously delicious, using almost all fresh ingredients. I'm definitely getting spoiled to eating lots of aguacate and will miss it when the cosecha (harvest) is over!

Carlos

An update....

Time flies in Costa Rica. Since November my life has been a rollercoaster. In late October-early November the winter storms devastated my house and community. For 3 days the center of Ciudad Cortes (which is where I live) was covered in 1-3 meters of water. The aftermath left 3 inches of mud throughout my house and small fish flopping around in my room. I had to evacuate my community during this period. It’s safe to say that the clean up in and around my house wasn’t too easy!

For the Thanskgiving Holiday, I had dinner with a family from the U.S. Embassy here in Costa Rica. I had a great time and met a lot of interesting people. Also, students from my English class and I organized our own Thanksgiving party in my community. We killed and roasted three chickens (which actually tasted more like turkey), had corn on the cob, potato salad, tortillas, slaw, pumpkin/winter squash bread (actually pan de ayote, which I made for the desert). We had a great time. After eating, we sang karaoke and danced to los ritmos tropicales.

From December to the middle of February many Costa Ricans take off for the summer vacations, especially those that work in the school system or that work for the government. During this time, people in my community do a little bit of everything. Since one of the popular pastimes in my town is fishing and going to the local beaches, I especially enjoyed it as this gave me an opportunity to take some fun fishing trips and have some great cultural experiences, learning more and more about my community. A few weekends ago I went camping on the beach with several Tico families.

From December 23-28, I had two special visitors from the U.S. - my mom and my aunt. It was a whirlwind tour of my community and the surrounding area. I think by the end of the trip they were both exhausted, but overall had a great time and carried back some unforgettable memories. We visited many friends and family from my town. It was a great cultural experience for them because they got to see what a Tico Christmas was like and they got to have lots of cafecitos with tamales. Two of my good friends, Javier and Jonathan, gave my mom and aunt a tour of the mangrove swamps, estuaries, and el Río Térraba in boat. We visited the aunt and uncle of Jonathan, who basically live on an island where the river empties out into the Pacific Ocean. If you want to be specific, we went to one of the many mouths of el Térraba, Boca Chica (Here is a link to see some fotos from the trip: http://www.facebook.com/#!/album.php?aid=38709&id=100000750415407). I also wanted them to see the archeological site in Finca 6, which displays many of the mysterious indigenous stone spheres that are only found in the zona sur of Costa Rica. I did lots of translating, but we also spoke lots of Spanish, which was fun. Of course, we also went to the many local beaches that are around my area. The final night, we had a special dinner party with several of the members from my English class.

In early January, two fellow Peace Corps Volunteers and I did the Corcovado National Park hike. It was an amazing trip and quite tiring. The first day is a hike across the Osa Peninsula. We say an abundance of wild animals - most of which are in danger of extinction – and different types of vegetation. Much of the hike is completed walking through rain forest. However, there is also a pretty large portion of the hike which is done walking along the beach. I preferred walking through the rain forest, as we were able to see much more animals and different types of fauna. I posted lots of fotos from the trip on my Facebook account. Here is the link: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?fbid=541111042418&id=44701811&aid=2049040&ref=pd.

Throughout the months of December and January I had been working with a youth group from the Cruz Roja (Red Cross) on a series of environmental problems found in the community. During the sessions, the participants investigated a specific issue, such as contaminated water or soil sources, or what have been the effects of climate change on the community in recent years. At the end of the project, two of the participants put together a Powerpoint presentation of their findings, which was later presented in an environmental workshop/forum in Bahía Ballena. Unfortunately, the two participants were unable to attend, but luckily another community member that is quite interested in environmental issues helped present the final project.

I’m almost a year into my service, which meant it was time to go to San Jose for my medical and dental check-up. The doctor commented on how well my health had been this year, but ironically, only a week later I burned my hand with boiling water and had to go to the hospital for a couple of days. I would have preferred to watch the Super Bowl, but I guess it wasn’t meant to be. That’s my most recent experience. Luckily, I’m doing much better and my hand is recovering, but I cannot explain the amount of pain my hand was in when it initially happened.

What else is new? Summer vacation is almost over and school is starting back up here in Costa Rica. I’m looking forward to starting up some new projects in my community. We’ll see how things go. If there is one thing I have definitely learned during my time here, it’s that one can never be certain of what will happen in some of the seemingly most certain circumstances. I’m sorry for not keeping things updated more frequently. I’ll try my best, but like I said, time flies here in Costa Rica as a Peace Corps Volunteer!

Clases de baile y mejengas de baloncesto

It has been a while since I made a post about what I have been up to in Costa Rica as a Peace Corps Volunteer. I don’t always write consistently because I am either too busy or having too good of a time. I am still giving English and computer classes, along with my “Economía para el Éxito” class that I give in the local high school every Tuesday afternoon. I do this along with other side projects that I have going and random activities that I do in my community.

Speaking of side projects and activities, lately I have been playing basketball with a group of Ticos in one of the neighboring towns. It’s a pretty good sized group considering Costa Rica is an overwhelmingly soccer country. We usually always have at least 6 players, which is enough to break a good sweat playing 3-on-3. A couple times we had as many as 12 players.

I have to say that while my Spanish is pretty good, it took me a couple of games to get my Spanish basketball vocabulary up to par, as I don’t need to use it very often. I remember the first time the man I was guarding went to set a screen, my first instinct was to shout out “Screen left!” I have super fun learning all of the basketball vocabulary. We say that we have formed a local team and that we are going to travel to Pérez Zeledón, one of the bigger cities in Costa Rica, to compete in “la primera division.” We will see what happens with that. For now, I am happy to get to play basketball about once a week. I consider myself pretty lucky, as I never imagined myself playing basketball during my Peace Corps experience. We are going to try to start a team in the high school. That will be the beginning of my coaching career.

The other activity that I have going on is that I am learning how to dance to some of the “ritmos tropicales”, such as cumbia, merengue, bachata, bolero, and salsa. I go to a dance class once a week. I have never been able to dance well, but after a few classes and going to a few “bailes” I am getting pretty good. La cumbia, or swing, is my favorite ritmo. It’s more playful. I never realized how fun it is to dance. I consider learning how to dance to “los ritmos tropicales” as important as learning the Spanish language. It’s part of the cultural experience. I have been told that a man that cannot dance in a Latin American country isn’t really a man. Furthermore, going to a “baile” and not knowing how to dance to any of the “ritmos” is like going to a basketball game and being injured. You will always be on the sideline and never in the game.

That’s all I have for now. I should have another post up in a few days for my Spanish readers.

Pura Vida,
Carlos

La Esfera de Silencio

Setiembre 19, 2010



Me levanté a las cinco de la mañana para alistarme para el viaje. Me hice un atol de avena con nuez, papaya, y banano y me fui para la casa de Javier. Empezamos a las 6:30 AM. Aunque se sintieron agotadas las piernas, estaba emocionado de la aventura que nos esperaba y la oportunidad a ver la esfera más grande de todo Costa Rica, La Esfera de Silencio.



Partimos de Ciudad Cortés, rumbo a Palmar Sur donde queda la piedra magnífica. Cruzamos el puente del Gran Río Térraba, construido por los Estados Unidos, y doblamos al este en un camino de lastre, subiendo una cuesta pequeña. El camino era muy lindo.



Nos rodeaban el bosque y arroyos. Vimos una variedad de pájaros y el mono titi. Atravesamos por un sitio donde vivían los indígenas de la zona. Llegamos a un punto del camino, donde había un sendero cubierto de monte y barro. Nos metimos en el sendero, yo siguiendo las direcciones de mi guía y amigo, Javier. En este punto, estábamos en la pura selva. Eventualmente, en este mismo sendero, subimos una pendiente para llegar a un espacio plano donde está la esfera grande, escondida de todo y conocida por pocas, que midió más que yo. Luego de admirarla y sacar fotos de ella, regresamos por el mismo sendero y camino rumbo a Ciudad Cortés. Al final de la travesía, le agradecí a Javier por llevarme a un lugar tan bonito y que tiene una importancia cultural tanto como histórica para la zona y el país.




Toa,
Carlos

Dos viajes en bicicleta

12 de Septiembre de 2010



Los últimos dos fines de semana fui en bicicleta con algunos amigos. En el primer viaje, fuimos a Sierpe, un pueblo pequeño conocido por la belleza de sus manglares, ríos, y esteros. Durante la travesía por las Fincas, las cuales son comunidades pequeñas que se fundaron después de la época de la compañía bananera, la United Fruit Company. Es muy interesante pasar por estas comunidades. Muchas de las casas son de dos pisos y tienen una arquitectura claramente influenciada por los norteamericanos. A mi, me parecen como las casas coloniales de los Estados Unidos. Se llaman barracones. Muchos de los barracones fueron las barracas donde vivían los trabajadores bananeros.



Otro hecho fascinante de las Fincas es que se encuentra un sitio arqueológico de los indígenas que habitaban la zona. Todavía se está excavando el lugar, pero se puede ver las esferas, cuales son piedras redondas que miden 1-2 metros de diámetro. Eran esculpidas usando materiales básicas como rocas y madera.



Aunque era un viaje en bicicleta de unos 40 kilómetros, había otras partes, como visitar el sitio arqueológico y pasar por Sierpe, que lo hicieron una verdadera aventura. Dilatamos cuatro horas y media. Regresé bastante cansado pero no tanto como el viaje que hicimos hoy.



En el primer viaje, fuimos tres amigos. Esta vez éramos siete. Parte del camino era de carretera y la otra era de lastre. La de lastre era tortuosa. Subimos algunas cuestas en las cuales no podíamos subir montado. Tuve que desmontarme y llevar la bicicleta. Había una cuesta que se llama “La Matadora”. ¡Que gacho, pero que buen ejercicio! A la vez, subimos muy alto y tuvimos una vista del mar impresionante.
También, oímos los gritos de los congos en el bosque que nos rodeaba.



Después de todas las cuestas, y eventualmente, las bajadas, llegamos otra vez a la carretera. Desde allí, el grupo se separó. Un amigo mío, Javier, y yo continuamos el viaje algunos kilómetros más hasta que llegamos a una playa pequeña que se llama “Ventanas de Osa.” Los otros compañeros se volvieron a Ciudad Cortés. De Ventanas, salimos para la casa y el regreso duró una hora y pico. Veníamos rápidamente. Quien sabe cuantos kilómetros anduvimos hoy, pero les digo que todos fueron de mucha calidad. ¡Casi no puedo levantarme de mi silla! Tal vez aparte del buen ejercicio que hiciera y los lugares lindos que conociera durante esos dos viajes en bicicleta, era más importantes las amistades que hice con los compañeros que fueron conmigo. Espero que pueda hace más viajes así en el futuro.

Andando en bici #2

Today, my friend Roy and I went to the beach riding our bikes. In total, the trip took us 2 hours to get there and return to Cortés. I was pleased that we could complete the trip in such a short time. The beach is called Ventanas, which gets its name from the caves that can be explored when the tide is low. It’s a small, authentic Costa Rican beach, with little to no tourists. It’s one of my favorites. When we got there, we took a 30 minute rest, watching the waves crash against the jagged rocks that jet out from both sides of the beach.

When I met up with Roy at the local pulpería to start the trip, I doubted if he was prepared, as he was wearing sandals, a t-shirt, and shorts without a bottle of water. I was decked out in my biking gear and tennis shoes. We joked that while I prepared for the “viaje”, he prepared for the destination of the “viaje”. I have to say, appearances definitely can be deceiving. He was able to ride up the steep parts of the trip with ease!

Ironically, as I was writing this post another biking friend of mine, Javier, called me asking if I was interested in taking a cycling trip tomorrow to a town called “Punta Mala.” Although my legs are pretty tired from today’s trip, I can’t turn down the opportunity for another adventure!

Carlos