Mozzies, Hairchops and Originalidad...
Trip Start Feb 15, 2005
14Trip End Apr 02, 2006
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I HATE MOSQUITOS.
I suppose it serves me right though. As before I left the states, my naturopathic doctor advised me NOT to eat bananas if I want to keep the mozzies away. And well, Ive been averaging about 3 bananas a day! I cant help it
Yesterday was el Dia de las Madres... so Happy Mothers Day to all you amazing and beautiful moms out there... Ann Gotfredson, Caroline Tawake, Carrie Herren, Cassandra Wang, Chantelle Cave, Dana Sulenski, Elizabeth Grimm, Kim Gaffrey, Jane Carlson, Janette Grimm, Jen Lakin, Jill Cadieux, Julia Kotlyar-Hughes (first Mothers day!), Kathleen Sullivan, Laurie Nelson, Leigh Sherman, Marcie Madueño, Marilyn Colby, Marilyn Souchek (yep you count!), Patsy Crayton, Rosemary Cave, Samantha Rigley (yay!), Giulia Grimm, Tori Foley (first Mothers day!), Terry Sundeen, Prudy Wood, and of course my mama, my mamas mama, my nana, my Grammie and all you soon-to-be mamas or moms that don't know you are mommies! Hee. Hope you day was FILLED with love and that amazing feeling of honor and beauty that all of you so deserve! YOU ARE what keeps the energy in this world flowing. Like our precious Mother Earth, each of you embrace life on this planet and form the foundation from which we can walk with strength and nurture and love. A toast to you with a glass of Sangria
Ahhh yes, Sangria. My new favorite drink. It scores as an incredibly close second to Vino de Mora... However, its got plenty more added sugar which gives that lovely "oh-crap-I-think-my-head-is-going-to-explode" effect right before going to bed. No, in all honesty, I haven't been going out much at all. Last Friday was my only night out this month and it turned out to be quite challenging in itself. It is somewhat difficult to understand any conversation while in a bar full of people that speak a different language, music blaring, glasses clinking, feet stomping, movement and sound EVERYWHERE!!! Whoah, get me out of this chaos please! Even though I was with a group of five friends, they were all cracking their own jokes and then trying to include me after they finished laughing... I found that I introverted and looked for distraction (be it going to the bathroom, acting like I was enthralled with something in the corner of the bar,... anything!) in attempt to liberate myself from this immediate madness inside my brain. In due time I suppose I will be able to take in more and more stimulation in the same moment. As for now, I enjoy quietude.
This last month in Merida has been mostly dedicated to my studies... its quite strange, I have unknowingly created a student life here for myself. I lay down laws as to how much I am going to study each day and what material I want to cover
And always such a fun little challenge this goal proves to be... Especially when I am sitting on the porch of a farmhouse in the outskirts of Merida with a family of 10 at dusk. Everyone (except for me) has been drinking alcohol since 11am and all seem to want to speak to me all at the same time! I can hardly understand the drunk slurred English let alone a 70 year old dude with 4 teeth that smells like a barrel of whiskey trying to tell me jokes in Spanish one inch away from my ear... or when I take David to see Robot at the movie theater and can understand the film only because the cartoons are self explanatory and the music is in English... or when I go to get my $2 haircut and I try to explain to the woman how I want it ... "Si, por favor, mas corto aqui... y dejalo mas largo aquí... y mira a esta foto!" I show her a picture of my hair when I first arrived to Merida
Each day continues to be full of fun new surprises... and sometimes its nothing grandiose or extravagant. Most of the time, really, its those little experiences and encounters that make reflection so entertaining.... Like when Im doing my "homework" while listening to Spanish MTV then out of the blue, some old school random English song from the 80s comes on and I end up unconsciously tapping my pencil, bobbing my head and singing EVERY word to Footloose or Kylie Minogues Loco Motion...
"Okay, so I use the subjunctive form here... Espero que tengas un buen --- C-mon, baby do the loco motion with me! You gotta swing your hips now! C-mon baby!"
Um. Tiff, are you going crazy? Ha. Yes, the little experiences..
While there are the little experiences that continuously surprise me, there are also those to which I have grown accustomed. I realized this when my the parents of my friend, Louisa, came to visit Merida. Coming from Scotland, they were shocked by many things, often daily occurrences or customs of the people in the city... things that I no longer noticed... things that I realized have actually become a part of my own reality and not just the reality of some foreign culture. I have gotten used to the town - the 10,000 zapaterrias (shoe fixer upper stores)... the 2 foot wide sidewalks and the people who don't move in order to let you pass... the cars from 1930 that have been revamped 400 times and literally have clocked in 250,000 miles -(that's a lot of drivin in a town that's 5 miles long!)... the unemployed dudes that sit on the park benches and bitterly mumble about the government and the church...the graffiti on every bare wall... $2 manicures and $1 movies... waiting 3 hours to exchange money only to find out the jefe that will do it for you is gone until Friday...walking down the sidewalk and frequently encountering the abrupt intrusion of urine molecules filling my ever-so-sensitive mountain air nostrils..
As a society, we are always seeking more of this, more of that... when in my opinion, the only thing we all really want is LOVE, simple love. Martin Prechtel, author of an amazingly beautiful book called Secrets of the Talking Jaguar, wrote, "Permanent multiple copies of any unique thing weakens the soul of the original instead of strengthening it. This insults the Gods."
In our desperate attempt to have more more more in our overly-consumptive state, we lose our sense of Originality..
We trade out small historical family businesses for big machinery and fast production. We exchange genuine, soulful, wholesome nutrient-dense food for chemically induced, genetically modified, toxic rapid production and cheap consumption. And as a result, we exchange a healthy body, mind and spirit for a chaotic, high-speed, programmed robot. Where has originality gone? We are lost on our own vortex of duplication and consumption
We give up moments to talk with our children, our parents, and our grandparents in order to surf the internet or work overtime for more money. We give up the enjoyment of taking a nature hike, watching the sunset, admiring a sky full of stars, in order to watch a television program that takes us away from the reality of our own lives.
Originality. Where did it go? Dear God, please allow us to close our eyes and let the feeling of freedom take flight. Let the voice inside our own hearts create an original journey through the unknown. Why do we have to know EVERYTHING? What happened to the excitement in mystery and uncertainty? Why is it NOT okay to have fear, and to show that we are scared? What if we don't know when? Where? How? If? Why? Why must we pretend in order to accept ourselves? Where have we gone and where are we going? Our uniqueness is our fuel behind our freedom. And with every duplication, with every attempt to be like our neighbor, with every strive to have more and more... we weaken our ability to walk, talk, ,dance, laugh and play to the sound of our own music, the soul of our originality...
note to let you know what was going on, but as I typed and typed I found that I
felt better and better. Kind of therapeutic." Ditto.
So I suppose I should rethink my original motivation for this travelogue... for, it is now 7am in the morning and this could be one of my most fluid travelogues yet. In retrospect, perhaps I may have to eat my own words and dedicate this travelogue, in full honor.....to that little damn Mosquito.
Bendiciones para siempre,