A Weblog from the University of Guadalajara
Spring Semester 2006
This weblog was composed by ACES James Scholar Meg Dill (Class of 2007) during her ACES Study Abroad experience at the University of Guadalajara, Mexico. All photos on this page appear courtesy of Meg.
Portrait of Meg Dill taken outside the "Cruz Blanca" in Guadalajara, Mexico.
An Upcoming Adventure (of Sorts) Wednesday, January 4, 2006 @ 11:44 PMMendota Heights, MinnesotaI am leaving tomorrow for Guadalajara, Mexico, where I will be living and studying until this summer. Some people have requested that I keep them updated about what I'm doing, so I will try to write an informative and hopefully entertaining letter every few weeks and send a few pictures. Here's a hopefully amusing story: I've been trying to convince myself that I"m not going to stick out THAT much in Mexico -- after all, some Hispanics are redheads, and I'm told that my accent is pretty good. Well, this morning at the Mexican Consulate in St. Paul, it was very obvious from the sideways glances I received and surprised looks from the people whom I spoke Spanish to that I did not fit in. The applications officer whom I spoke with was obviously not fooled, as he basically refused to carry on the conversation in Spanish. Note: My brother Ben, who is providing his suggestions as I write, says that while not amusing, this story is "very much you" -- whatever that means... Con mucho carino --
Meg
A massive fountain stands in the historic center of Guadalajara.
Meg writes:"The concept of the Plaza - a public gathering area that is usually paved and features a prominent architectural work such as a statue, garden, fountain, or building -- is rare in the U.S. but very common in Mexico. This fountain graces the plaza outside of the Mercado Libertad. The Mercado Libertad, known by the locals as San Juan de Dios, is the largest enclosed market in Latin America. It's a great place to buy authentic Mexican food and Mexican arts and crafts such as woven products and leather goods."All's Well on the Southern Front Friday, January 13, 2006 @ 12:17 PMGuadalajara, MexicoSaludos from Mexico! I told myself that I would write to you all today to let you know that I have arrived safely and am starting to feel at home here. As I experienced different things this week, I would think, "Oh, I should tell the people back home about that" and then compose in my head how I would write it, so hopefully I can get all my thoughts out.
First, I'll tell you a bit about my home here. I live with a widow, Blanca (or Blanquita as we call her), another Mexican girl, Liz, who is also a student, and two international students -- Ana from the U.S. and Zebbie from Holland. Liz works at a bank and takes classes at night, so we barely ever see her, but Ana and Zebbie have a great time together. We pretty much have the upstairs to ourselves -- with our own phone, own little sitting area, and own balcony that connects our rooms. We ride the bus to school together in the mornings and have done some exploring of the city together.
The neighborhood where we live is the nicest I've seen since I've been here. I'm told that people who live here are called fresas (which means strawberries, but it also means snobby), although I have never been called that personally. There is a nice park two blocks away where many people go to exercise, meet up with friends, or teach their kids how to ride a bike (so cute to watch!). Around the park are some pastelerias (bakeries, or literally, cake shops) and restaurants, and there is a little store a block away that sells everything from laundry soap to fruit and even some carry-out deli foods.
My favorite place that I have discovered here is a taco stand a few blocks away. In Mexico, people eat their large meal in the early afternoon, then have a light meal, la cena, around 8-10 p.m. I was walking home from the store in the early evening when this taco stand was starting to cook up tacos for la cena, and the smell was amazing! The tacos are very small -- the tortillas are the size of my palm -- so I could try them without eating a whole meal. This place also serves juice from a variety of fruits -- mandarin oranges, lemons, grapefruits, oranges - which is squeezed while you wait. I've had a lot of tasty food here, but that little place is still my favorite!
Les traigo en mi corazon.
Love, Meg
Meg and three of her friends on the bus in Guadalajara. From left to right: Ana, Meg, Marian, and Jennifer.
An Update About Life Here, and a Cooking Lesson
Wednesday, February 22, 2006 @ 11:55 AM
Guadalajara, Mexico
Hi everyone!
Now that I have lived in Guada for over a month, life has settled into a comfortable routine.
One of the hardest things for me to get used to was the Mexican schedule for eating -- which is sort of like the American schedule turned on its head and shifted back about three hours. Breakfast in Mexico is a big meal -- typical breakfasts are eggs and beans, a sub sandwich, a big bowl of fruit, yogurt and granola, or the ever-present tacos. The midday meal, "la comida" (literally: "the food") is between 1-3 PM and is usually two or three courses: sopa (which is either rice or broth containing pasta or vegetables), a meat course, and sometimes a dessert or fruit at the end. In the evening around 8-10 is "la cena" -- a light meal of a few small tacos,
a sandwich, or a sweet roll with coffee or atole (a sweet drink thickened with corn flour).
Here in Jalisco, corn tortillas are a mainstay. They are present at virtually every main meal, and I am amazed at the variety of ways that Mexican cooks combine tortillas with meat or vegetables to make different dishes. For example, you can:
* Put the fillings on top of the tortilla and eat it like a sandwich (taco).
* Wrap the fillings in a tortilla and cook it in spicy sauce (enchilada).
* Place the fillings and some cheese between two tortillas like a sandwich (gringa -- this is also the word for an American girl -- what is this implying?).
* Fry the tortilla in oil then put the fillings on top (tostada).
* Fold a tortilla in half, put the fillings inside and cook it in oil (quesadilla): usually the filling for quesadillas is only cheese, but I have had quesadillas filled with potato (very starchy!).
Tortilla dough is a mixture of corn flour and water, and some dishes are variations on the cooking method of the tortilla dough. For instance, you can:
* Stuff the fillings into a ball of tortilla dough, wrap it in corn husks, and cook it in boiling water (tamale).
* Stuff the fillings into a ball of dough, pat it into a cake, and cook it in oil (I don't remember what it's called).
* Pat the dough into a little cake and cook it in oil, then cut it in half and put the fillings inside (gordita).
There are several regional specialties that I have tried, too:
* Birria -- spicy soup traditionaly made with goat meat.
* Chile relleno (literally, stuffed chile) -- a green chile stuffed with cheese and cooked in egg.
* Chile engalada (literally, decked out chile) -- green chile stuffed with a mixture of meat, banana, nuts and raisins, and topped with sweet cream and pomegranete seeds.
* Torta ahogada (literally, drowning sandwich) -- a crusty roll filled with spicy meat and covered in spicy tomato sauce.
My adventures here haven't been only culinary. A few weeks ago, my roommates and I took a picnic to the town of Ajijic on Lake Chapala. The school organized day trips to Tonala, a local artisan town, where we toured a paper maiche' workshop, ceramics workshop, and glass-blowing workshop; and to Tequila, where we toured an agave ranch (agave is the plant used to make tequila) and a tequila factory. This weekend, we are taking a three-day trip to Mexico City, where we will tour the ruins of Teotihuacan and see the famous sights.
I spend my weekends in Ixtlan, a small town in the state of Michoacan, where I attend the church there. On my website (netfiles.uiuc.edu/megdill/MexicoPictures), I posted some pictures of my friends from Ixtlan. The pictures are from a recent trip we made to downtown Guadalajara.
That's all for now!
Love, Meg
An Update About Magdalena -- and How to Travel Like a Mexican
Friday, March 24, 2006 @ 4:48 PM
Guadalajara, Mexico
Hi everyone!
It seems odd to me to write about the news in my life since I just saw a bunch of you! For those of you whom I didn't see -- I spent six days with a group from the U of I that was in Magdalena, Mexico working at the Casa de Vida y Esperanza orphanage. I really enjoyed the opportunity to catch up with so many friends at once, both U of I friends and the missionaries at CVE, and the Great Harvest bread that my roommates brought me was a great surprise (you guys are fantastic!).
Unfortunately I spent so much time socializing, working (we did some hardcore block laying, trench-digging, and painting while I was there), and playing with the kids that I have only six pictures to show from the trip. Hopefully they'll be up on my website (https://netfiles.uiuc.edu/megdill/MexicoPictures) on Monday.
As far as school goes, the excitement of going to school in Mexico has worn off now, and I'm honestly really looking forward to Spring Break. Although my "new vocabulary notebook" would suggest that I'm still learning new words, the learning curve isn't as steep as it was when I first arrived. In addition, I've reached a point where I understand pretty much everything that is spoken to me, so I don't have much more to learn as far as comprehension is concerned. The area where I need to improve the most is in my speaking ability, and I believe that will improve not by studying more, but by just talking more. When I was in Magdalena, I had a great opportunity to practice speaking because a Mexican girl, Alma, was visiting CVE, and I chatted a lot with her and interpreted between her and the Americans. Alma is probably the most outgoing, outspoken, jolly person I have ever met, so not only was it a learning experience, but it was also good fun as well.
I was very lucky in that I was able to fly to Sonora, the state that Magdalena is in, because traveling from Guadalajara to Magdalena is like traveling from central Illinois to Arizona. Mexico has a fine air-travel network, but by far the most common method of travel in Mexico is by bus. Most towns in Mexico have a camionera central -- a central bus station where buses entering and leaving town stop to pick up passengers. In addition, towns located on a highway have a bus stop on the highway where first-class buses can stop without wasting time going into town. The first-class buses are the equivalent of tour buses in the United States, and they are comfortable with the exception of the ridiculously violent films that they often show as entertainment. A better form of entertainment, in my opinion, are the traveling musicians who go from bus to bus, playing the guitar and singing to earn tips. In addition to the musicians, vendors selling hot sandwiches, fresh bread or cookies, cold pop, chips with chile, and fresh fruit with chile and lime also ride the circuit, selling their goods to passengers on one bus, then hopping off and taking a bus in the opporite direction back into town.
In some ways, I prefer buses to driving because they are more spacious, the seats are more comfortable, it's impossible to take a wrong turn and get lost, and I'm able to read or watch the mountains and farms whiz by rather than watching the road.
Many Mexicans do own cars, although owning a car in Mexico presents some difficulties not seen in the United States. In Mexico City, for example, the traffic and pollution are so heavy that the government established a law that prevents all drivers from driving on one day of the week, which is determined by their license plate number. The wealthy, however, are able to circumvent this law by owning multiple vehicles, so that they always have at least one that they can legally drive.
In place of stop signs, many Mexican roads have topes -- large speed bumps that force all vehicles to slow down almost to a stop in order to cross them without damaging the vehicle. In my opinion, topes are more effective than stopsigns because if drivers decide to blow through a tope, they're the ones who will suffer the most.
The legal driving age is higher in Mexico than in the U.S. (I believe it's 18); however, this too is circumvented by the very wealthy. My roommate Ana has a good friend who is still in high school and thus can't drive legally. However, his family is wealthy and has already bought him a car, and he drives wherever he wants and just pays off the cops whenever he gets stopped.
Within Guadalajara, buses are my primary means of transportation. The bus system here is very efficient, although I had to adjust to the lack of a timed schedule and clearly mapped routes. Buses are so popular here that there honestly isn't any need for a timetable. Each route has so many buses on it that for most routes, a bus passes each stop at least once every ten minutes. In addition, in many cases, more than one route leads to wherever I'm going, so if a bus for one route doesn't pass, then a bus from another route probably will. When I first arrived in Guadalajara, I was determined to find a bus guide and make a comprehensive map of all the bus routes. When I finally purchased a bus guide after close to a week of searching, I was disappointed to find that the maps didn't list specific streets and that some of the routes were not listed correctly. Now I've learned that a more effective way of learning the bus system is to learn where main roads and places are throughout the city. The windshield of each bus lists the main roads that it goes on and places where it stops, so if I know where those places and roads are, I can figure out where the bus goes without consulting a map.
Based on my experiences here, I wish more cities in America would improve their mass transit systems. Not only is travel here cheaper than in the United States, but I've gotten lost fewer times in Guadalajara than I have in Champaign and St. Paul.
That's all the news for now!
Love, Meg
Greetings to the James Scholar Retreat
Wednesday, April 5, 2006 @ 11:12 AM
Guadalajara, Mexico
I'm writing to you from a shady corner of parque Rubèn Darìo – a park here in Guadalajara where I go often to study, read, run or enjoy a Popsicle. The fact that I'm here illustrates several highlights of the study abroad experience:
* Wherever you study abroad, you will probably find that the climate is more pleasant than in Central Illinois.
* Most study abroad curricula are not as rigorous as coursework at the U of I, so you will find that you have more time to relax, travel, and learn about yourself.
I have met a variety of people here at the park, including some little girls selling Popsicles out of a cooler, a grandpa playing with his toddler grandson, a policeman patrolling the neighborhood, and a lady waiting for her exercise buddies. This illustrates several other points about studying abroad:
* You will meet people of different lifestyles and backgrounds whom you never would have encountered otherwise.
* You will experience what it is to be different, an outsider – especially if you're a redhead surrounded by morenos. :)
* If you study in a non-English speaking country, you will experience the thrill of realizing that you just held a conversation in a language that is not your mother tongue and understood every word. When that day comes, it will be worth all the work that you put into studying and practicing the language!
* You will learn that although differences between cultures are huge (if they weren't, culture shock wouldn't exist!) and that language barriers may seem insurmountable, all of us humans are made of the same stuff, and we all have hearts that are longing for love.
I hope that before each of you graduate, at some point you too find yourself in some sunny park in a remote corner of the world.
Que les vaya muy bien!
Meg
An Adventure in Mexico -- and How to Relax
Wednesday, April 5, 2006 @ 4:47 PM
Guadalajara, Mexico
Greetings, everyone!
I realize that I just wrote an update a few days ago, but I have some cool (at least I think they're cool!) pictures to share of last Saturday's activities:
https://netfiles.uiuc.edu/megdill/MexicoPictures/
I might not be able to check my email during the next two weeks, as this Friday marks the beginning of "las vacaciones." During Holy Week and Easter Week, the whole country of Mexico (except for those in the tourism industry) goes on vacation. Students have one or both weeks off of school; businesses, especially small family-owned stores and restaurants, close for a few days or longer; and everyone who can heads to the beach or goes to visit relatives.
Going to the beach and visiting family are probably the two most common vacations here in Mexico. Most Mexicans would rather spend their free time relaxing with family than visiting lots of places or meeting new people.
Here in Guadalajara, the people I interact with are middle- to upper-class, and they like to spend their free time hosting a barbeque, hanging out at a restaurant or cafe, or attending a soccer game. In addition, many enjoy spending time outdoors, and there are many pleasant parks in the city. On Sunday afternoons, the little park down the street from my house is full of families picnicking, little kids learning how to ride a bike, strolling couples, and groups of teenagers licking popsicles. I like to go there, too, to read and observe the people, and I'm learning how to spend my time in a laid-back way like the people here rather than constantly finding things to do or places to go.
In Ixtlan, where most of the people are poor, there aren't parks and cafes to hang out in, so many people wander down to the plaza or simply sit in front of their houses and chat with family members and whoever happens to pass by. It's rare that I pass someone in Ixtlan who doesn't at least say "Adios," and many people want to converse, as a pleasant way to pass the time.
So if you ever feel the need to relax, Mexico is a great place to do that -- just don't come during "las vacaciones."
Love,
Meg
A (Not-So-Quick) Report on "Las Vacaciones"
Wednesday, May 3, 2006 @ 11:56 AM
Guadalajara, Mexico
Greetings, everyone!
Well, I'm back in Guadalajara after two incredible weeks of relaxation, a bit of hard work (if two hours spent painting counts as hard work?), and good times with my family.
I spent the first part of the break in Ixtlan with my American friend Kelly. We had some random adventures, including:
* Coming face-to-face with a scorpion (do scorpions have faces?) while painting in the guest house.
* Making friends with some of the neighborhood kids -- note to self: giving away cookies is a sure-fire way to attract more visitors!
* A morning bike ride through the lush valley and little towns that border Ixtlan.
* "The Mexican college life" as Kelly calls it -- eating garbanzos while watching Chariots of Fire.
My parents, my brother Joe, and my sister Claire arrived in Guadalajara the day before Good Friday -- one of the holiest days in Mexico. Dad had found a little house for rent in Tlaquepaque, a suburb of Guadalajara, and we really enjoyed our quaint little house-with-the-green-door that even had a little courtyard with trees in it! On Friday we observed some of the festivities going on in the plaza, which included a huge parade of people filing through the Catholic church to pay their respects to the altar, reenactments of the Stations of the Cross, and vendors selling empanadas, a traditional Easter treat. Joe found great delight in the Easter tradition of breaking colorful eggs filled with confetti onto the heads of his unsuspecting sisters and Dad! :)
We spent Easter in Ixtlan, and I'm glad my parents were able to meet the people there, worship with them, and experience a church service in Spanish. I had the opportunity to translate Dad's Bible study on Saturday evening, which was an experience both encouraging (how far I've come!) and humbling (how many words I have yet to learn!).
Meg "hangs out" on a rip line at the Tararacua Waterfall near Uruapan.
On Monday, we went to Uruapan, where we hiked at the Tararacua Waterfall, browsed the market in the plaza where many Purepecha and Tarasco (Indians) were selling their pottery and other goods, and visited an amazing textile factory that still uses machines from the 1800s to spin and weave colorful cotton fabric.
The 19th-century spinning machine from the textile factory at Uruapan.
The drive to Uruapan was fascinating for me, as we passed through many little hamlets that are predominately indigenous -- some of the road signs were even in native languages! We passed through some gorgeous mountains and agricultural areas and saw a few farmers carrying their plows on horseback to their fields.
I had heard about some cool ruins an hour outside of Guadalajara, but I was a bit suspicious, as neither the ruins nor the town they were located in was on my map. Using information we found online, we decided to try our luck at finding this place, and I'm so glad we did, because the ruins were definitely worth the trip! Called the Guachimontones, a combo Nahuatl/Spanish word that means (if I remember correctly) "Circular Mounds," the ruins are the remains of an ancient community. The people there built small circular "pyramids" for ceremonial purposes. Around each pyramid was a ring of platforms on which families built their homes. In between some of the pyramid/house complexes were ball courts where the men competed in a ball game that was either political or religious in nature, depending on the event.
It turns out that excavations and reconstruction of the ruins only began six years ago, which explains why it wasn't on my map. It was obvious to us, however, that the people there hope to make it a tourist attraction soon. The highway leading there is being leveled and expanded, the plaza in the town was under construction, and a string of restaurants and little waterparks have already been built in the surrounding areas. It's lucky for us that we discovered this place before all the tourists, because we got a private tour of the little museum and of the archaeologist's laboratory. How cool is that?!
Right now, I'm trying to make the most of my last few weeks here in Mexico, which are going to fly by! I still haven't bought a ticket home, but I should be back on U.S. soil by the second week of June.
With much love (and an attractive flip-flop tan on my feet) --
Meg
Good Times with My Brother
Thursday, May 18, 2006 @ 7:52 PM
Guadalajara, Mexico
Hi everyone!
So my brother Ben left Guadalajara today after a week-long visit, and we had such the great time together! As he commented to me yesterday, it was a pretty packed trip, especially as we spent almost every day traveling somewhere at least two hours away! I've posted some pictures from our adventures (https://netfiles.uiuc.edu/megdill/MexicoPictures) in the "Good Times with Ben" folder.
On Monday, we tried to go to the Guadalajara zoo, as I've heard the safari is cool, and I thought he would be interested in the landscape since he studies plants and landscape architecture, but it was closed, so we visited the neighbooring Selva Magica instead. The Selva Magica is an amusement park, and to be honest, going to a Mexican amusement park was not something I thought would be "good times with Ben," but it ended up being really fun! The park has some pretty mean roller coasters, a surprisingly gory wax dinosaur exhibit, and a sweet dolphin show featuring tricks I haven't seen even in the States, among other attractions. The coolest thing I saw there was an attraction (it's not really a ride) called "My Uncle's Hut," a hut built on a 30+ degree incline, which makes for some sweet optical illusions. For example, there are water troughs built into the wall that compared to the floor look like they point up, but in reality flow downhill. When water is poured in the bottom end, it runs "uphill" into a bucket! As Ben commented to me, although this amusement park was nothing like the huge theme parks in the States, everyone seemed to be having such a good time that it was really enjoyable to be there.
Meg and her brother Ben at the Selva Magica Amusement Park in Guadalajara.
When I asked Ben what he wanted to do on this trip, the only thing he would tell me was that he wanted to see mountains. So on Tuesday we went to Ciudad Guzman, the closest large city to the twin volcanoes, Nevado and Fuego, that are a few hours south of Guadalajara. I had heard of nothing cool in Ciudad Guzman, so I figured it would be a ho-hum place for us to spend the night before heading out to hike the volcano. However, like with the Selva Magica, I was again surprised. Guzman is not a tourist town, which makes it very enjoyable because it's full of wonderful Mexican people going about their Mexican lives in a beautiful little city. As we were talking with a book vendor, we heard classical music coming from the plaza, and he commented nonchalantly that "Oh, that's the concert in the plaza." It turns out that the "concert" is a big inflatable screen onto which are projected videos of orchestras performing famous classical pieces -- Vivaldi's Four Seasons and Beethovan's Fifth Symphony -- while we were watching. I was seriously amazed -- a city that can't afford to bring in a live orchestra still finds a way to offer classical music to its citizens! There was a surprisingly large and diverse group gathered to listen -- grizzly-bearded old men, couples, parents with their kids, even some single young adults. Definitely not what I expected to find in Ciudad Guzman, but a very nice surprise! :)
Thanks to my nifty Lonely Planet guidebook, I was able to find a local man who drove us most of the way up the mountain to the point where vehicles aren't allowed, and we hiked the rest of the way to the top. The peak we hiked to is around 4000 meters high, and we passed through the cloud level on our way up. The hike wasn't particularly difficult because a "civil defense station" that monitors the activity of the live volcano, Volcan de Fuego, sits at the top of the "'dead" volcano we were climbing -- so there is a vehicular access path all the way to the top. Feeling an absence of challenging hiking, we decided to climb out to the edge of the rock ridge that crosses the top of the mountain. Sitting on the edge of the ridge, munching on Mexican peanuts (our power-food), watching the clouds roll through the valley below, it was definitely worth the extra effort!
The whole trip up and down the mountain was uneventful and relaxing, except for a three-minute chain of events that left me laughing uncontrolably, which Ben (unfortunately) managed to capture on camera. (See Ahhhhhhhhhhh.jpg!) It started innocently enough when Ben asked me for a kleenex. All I had to offer him was our crumpled trail info sheet, and in the process of giving it to him, I dropped my water and suntan lotion, which, when he picked it up and handed it back, exploded all over me. The story doesn't really sound funny now, but at the time, well -- it was good times with my brother!
Until next time (which will probably be the last update!) --
Craziness...)
Meg :)
Life "Alla en Estados Unidos"
Friday, June 16, 2006 @ 11:03 PM
Mendota Heights, MN
Salutations from Minnesota!
I'm in the United States now and finding that I slipped back into life here more smoothly than anticipated. The worst culture shock that I've experienced so far is searching in vain for a trash can for toilet paper (forgetting that here it can be flushed), almost reprimanding my relatives for drinking out of the tap (forgetting that tap water here is drinkable), and a few close calls with almost saying "perdon," "buenos dias," or "disculpe" instead of their English equivalents.
The last few weeks in Mexico were very unlike any other times I spent there. My good friend Heidi Ann Knobloch came the week after I finished classes, and we had a great time touring Michoacan. After an unfortunate but amusing incident, where we managed not to see each other for five hours in the tiny Guada airport, we made up for lost time by talking the whole way to Ixtlan. Marshall graciously stayed up late to talk with us and let us pick his brain on a variety of topics. Hopefully he enjoyed it as much as we did.
I finally got to see Morelia with Heidi, which is as beautiful as I've heard it is. We fit in pretty well there, as the population is supposedly 1/3 students, and we enjoyed such "student" entertainment as a free Tuna (traditional Spanish music style) concert, coffee shopping, and plaza strolling.
I had read in my nifty guide book about camping on the beach, which is really just sleeping in a hammock on the porch of a cabana (beach house), in little beach towns on the Michoacan coast, so we went south to the beach and found the perfect camping spot in Playa Azul. At least, we thought it would be the perfect camping spot. It turns out that a hammock is one of the best places I've ever found for napping, but in the darkness after sunset, the sound of the nearby waves was magnified. The sniffles and yips of beach dogs became unnerving, and the weave of the hammock digging into my sunburnt back was not comfortable. After an hour of trying to convince myself that this was really cool and relaxing, I realized that my stubbornness would cost me a sleepless night. Fortunately, our cabana had real beds inside and a door with a lock.
At the beach, we also decided to experience surfing. The guide book recommended Barra de Nexpa, which (it turns out) is a great place to "experience" surfing, but not a great place for unexperienced girls from the Midwest. Nexpa is little more than a string of cabanas with a few restaurants and surf shops, where surfers from all over the world come for a few weeks (or months!) to ride the great waves. For surfers, great waves = huge waves. If the waves in Florida are like playing hopscotch, the waves here are like dodgeball.
We were greeted by a friendly Texan and his Mexican wife, who quickly informed us that if we tried to ride these waves, we were going to end up like shivering jellyfish on the sand. I think he could see my determination mounting with every word he said, because he offered to teach me a thing or two and look out for me whenever a big set of waves came through to make sure I didn't drown. I honestly really enjoyed surfing, although I never managed to stand up on the board. I paddled through the waves to the calmer waters where the waves begin and was able to watch the pros doing tricks as they rode the white water in -- pretty cool!
After Heidi left, my dad came down, and he and I spent a week and a half in a very different part of the Pacific Coast -- Barra Vieja, a little village built on a sand bar about half an hour north of Acapulco. Barra Vieja is not a vacation spot, although the locals are trying their best to put in some decent restaurants, nice resorts, and paved roads. Hopefully they will find a way to clean up the trash in the streets and empty lots and get rid of the pigs, chickens, dogs, and other fauna that roam (or run!) about as they please.
We went to Barra because the relatives of some of my friends from Ixtlan live there. Dad went to do Bible studies with them, and I was his translator. I think the people I met there will forever be some of my favorite people in the world. We spent the most time with one couple, Bartolo and Kike, and their children -- Ricardo (who is fifteen and went to Mexico City while we were in Barra for an operation on cancer in one of his lungs); Miriam, a joyful, helpful, friendly nine-year-old (who is almost capable of running the family store by herself); and Areli, age four (who is full of smiles, energy, mischief, and usually sand as well). I posted pictures of them at https://netfiles.uiuc.edu/megdill/MexicoPictures.
Barra is different from anyplace I had visited in Mexico. I've seen poverty and filth and inadequate housing, but never in such a tropical climate. Here, life for many people is like camping year-round. Their homes are usually concrete structures, although some parts, especially the kitchen, may be outdoors under a canopy or palm roof. Our accomodations at Kike and Bartolo's house, which they let us use while they lived at their store, were some of the nicest we saw. Their house was completely enclosed, with rooms, a kitchen, running water, even a little yard with a fence around it.
Overall, I enjoyed my role as translator, although I sometimes forgot how important that role was. One morning, Bartolo and my dad were going to go net fishing, and I planned to let the guys have their fishing trip while I stayed back with Kike to help her run their little store. When I told Kike of my plans, she asked me matter-of-factly, "Well, how are they going to chat?" Good point! So I went along on the fishing trip so the men could chat. Now I'm really excited about my ability to translate, and I look forward to using it both in the U.S. and abroad. There's something about the light of understanding that dawns on someone's face when I dicipher the babble of another language into words they understand that makes me smile. The more I translate, the more I love it and want to do better -- to be able to express more precisely what the other person was trying to say.
So now I have two months to spend with my family before it's back to the U of I for one more year! I'm not working right now, which is almost a lifestyle adjustment for me -- certainly a bit of an emotional adjustment because so much of my life and purpose last year revolved around having jobs and trying to support myself. For this reason, I think it's for the best that I'm currently unemployed. My dad noticed when we were in Barra that whenever we walked somewhere, I would end up ten paces or so behind him, and he commented that I've developed a more laid-back attitude -- a Mexican schedule. Hopefully I retain that low stress/enough time lifestyle when I get back to campus.
Looking forward to seeing all of you sometime soon!
Love,
Meg