Monday, December 24, 2012

Christmas is a beach




So, for the past 3 or 4 days we have been staying on one of the islands of Bocas del Torro. They are amazing little islands in the Caribbean, off the coast of Panama. We are volunteering at a place called Palmar Tent Lodge. Basically, we help out a little around the lodge (mostly help with bar tending) then we get a free place to stay on the beach for two weeks...not a bad way to live...unfortunately, it has been incredibly rainy. So far, only one day of sun, which I am not in love with, but it is really beautiful...very jungley, then suddenly beautiful beach. The lodge is completely off the grid...ran off of solar power, everything is rain water fed, including the drinking water, and there is composting and the beginnings of some little gardens. Without the rain, this place would be perfect.

You have to take a boat to get to the island, and we took a very rainy boat ride over. We were completely soaked when we got here, as were all of our things...my computer got a little waterlogged, but it has seemed to survive! Everything has a bit of a damp feel to it, but I am sure we will survive.

The lodge doesn't have internet, so we have to hike to another hostel in order to access internet, so, sometime when I take more time, I'll update on our adventure getting here..and it was an adventure indeed!

In the mean time, I'll leave you with this image, where I will be spending as much time as possible:




Happy Holidays!!

Monday, December 17, 2012

A Reflection and Challenge for Change

While Erin and I continue our travels through Central America, we have traveled the past few days with a very heavy heart, after hearing about the horrible tragedy in Newtown, Connecticut, and as one local news paper here headlined: "Horror in Estados Unidos".

During this time of tragedy and anguish, it is not a time to push political agendas. This is a time to celebrate the lives of 20 babies whose bright smiles were taken too soon, of 6 teachers who, each day, fearlessly lead our nations youth, and to remember one mother, who is likely heartbroken in heaven.

While people are praying for the families of these children and teachers, I think it is important to remember that the perpetrator in this horrible event also has a family who loved him, who has now lost two people whom they loved.  May these people not be forgotten in prayers, as they too need support and strength in the coming days.

During the recent days, like many, this event has been heavy on my mind, and I began thinking about what can be done to prevent things like this, and I clearly do not have answers, but I do have some ideas:

Restoring the morality of our nation is not something that can be accomplished by simply changing a policy, nor should it be the responsibility of our politicians.  Restoring the morality of our nation has to start with the people, which each of us.  We have to start treating each other better. We can't continue foster a culture where it is okay to treat people poorly because they are different. We cannot continue to bully and oppress people. At some point, these people will snap, as has been shown time and time again.

We cannot continue to shun people with mental illness, or treat them as "others" in society, and make them feel ashamed for seeking help, and we cannot treat them poorly when they are seeking help. When a person is seeking cancer treatment, they and their families do not typically try to hide this from their friends, and when they spend time in the hospital they are not confined to their rooms or within the walls of the hospital. Like any other threat to our health, we must promptly address threats to our mental well being as if it were any other type of health issue.

We can't continue to walk on the other side of the street when we see people who are visibly mentally ill, or talk about mental illness as if it is not something that does not have some kind of affect on all of us. I can't name a person I know who has not been affected by some kind of mental illness, whether it be a family member, a friend or a coworker. Maybe, rather than ignoring the people we think are "crazy" or teasing them because they are "different" we should talk to them like someone who is suffering from cancer. Ask them how they are doing, ask them if there is anything they need, befriend them, maybe even buy them flowers. Treat them like a human being, who needs love, and knows how to love.

Also, I think we can change the way we talk about people experiencing mental health crises.  For many years, advocates have been trying to eradicate the use of the word "retard" because it is offensive, degrading, and oppressing. Maybe we need to start doing the same with words such as "crazy," "nut job," "loon," and the list goes on. Nobody wants to be any of those things, the butt of so many jokes, thus making it hard to admit when we or someone we know may be experiencing a mental health crisis, let alone try to seek help for this.

Clearly, many changes need to be made, and I don't have all, and probably not any, of the answers. But, in the mean time, while grieving the loss of these little children, and reflecting on the heroic actions of so many children, I will make it my personal goal to treat people better, to remove words from my vocabulary that are hurtful to others, and to make sure that that people around me have the love and support they need, regardless of what their circumstances may be. I would challenge everyone to make this their goal, and maybe these small acts of caring and kindness will reflect a change in the attitude, moral and love of the people within our families, communities and country.

May we never forget the lives of 20 beautiful children, 6 selfless and loving teachers and 1 caring mother. May your lives create a legacy of change within each of us.

Sunday, December 16, 2012

and now...

After leaving Roatan, and having a quite pleasant ride back to the mainland, we took a bus to San Pedro Sula, where we spent a last night with Erin's parents before hopping on a bus to Tegusigalpa, with the hopes of getting a bus to Nicuragua the following morning.

We arrived in Tegus and got a cab to a friends house, who showed us a great night in Tegus.  Apparently Tegus is one of the most dangerous cities in the world, but I think it gets a bad reputation.  Our host, Meli, took us to a fantastic part of time, where we ate great food, listened to a live local band, and played "spot the hipster"...it was a lot like being in Portland.

On Friday morning we took a cab to the bus depot, to find that the bus to Nicaragua was sold out.  We did, however, get a ticket bought for Saturday morning, and spent the rest of the day holed up in a very secure hotel room, and caught a bus to Nicaragua on Saturday morning.

Saturday morning we caught the bus to Managua, Nicaragua.  However, after going through customs, we found that each of us only has only a couple of days left on our visas in this region of Central America...adding a day to our trip here..luckily, Managua is a pretty great city, so it's not a horrible place to hang out.

so, we will be visiting the immigration office early tomorrow morning in the hopes of extending our visas...wish us luck!

Plus, we found a great B&B, where I might also get a lift and a tuck as well, as it seems to be attached to a plastic surgery recovery resort...i'm gonna be a new woman when I return home!

Roatan

Finally, for the last week of Erin's family's stay, we took the ferry ride to Roatan...it was HOT when we left La Ceiba.  The ride from La Ceiba to the island was possibly the most barfy ride I have ever seen...luckily, I had taken dramamine, but several other people did not...Erin and I finally played a friendly game of spot the puker...it really was delightful...

As we approached the island, we began getting pelted with rain, but it stopped just as we got to the island, and didn't rain again until the day we left...it was wonderful!

As soon as we arrived, we hopped in the pickup with our hired driver and headed to our vacation house...again, Erin and I were in the back of the truck...Erin's head ran into a large palm leaf before we were out of the drive of the ferry terminal...it was hilarious...I saw it coming, but all I could say was "EEEHHHHH!!"....I knew this would be a fantastic vacation...

Our vacation rental was about 100 feet or less from the beach.  The waves broke about 100 yards from the beach, at the reef, where there was great snorkeling...It was perfect.

the view from the beach

we also got to enjoy absolutely beautiful sunsets from the dock every single night...

a really horrible life...

like really really really horrible....

Everyone enjoyed the dock absolutely every day, for many many hours...it was the most perfect place in the world to hang out...oh, and one night, just after the sun went down, a huge Eagle Ray came swimming by right in front of the deck..it was AWESOME

being picturesque....ish
i had to wrap myself in the hammock so Erin wouldn't dump me out into the ocean...
Also, while in Roatan, we got our Advanced Dive Certification...basically, this just means we can dive to a deeper depth, and it was BEAUTIFUL.  We did 5 dives, each of them along the reefs off the coast of Roatan.  Again, like in Utila, the water was warm and clear. However, in Roatan, everything seemed bigger. The reef and ocean plants and fish were even bigger! We saw several REALLY BIG green eels, and even a couple of pretty big sea horses...I wish I had an underwater camera, but I really don't think the photos would do it justice....We also did a wreck dive, where we got to see both a sunken ship and an airplane.  Apparently these two wrecks had been sunken on purpose, but they were still very cool, but also kind of creepy.  Thanks to my mom, I was able to extend my training--a fantastic gift from home!

I really did go dive...and didn't even get eaten by the eels or sharks!..just kidding, there were no sharks...


One must be very tough, like us, in order to be a successful diver...
While the diving in Roatan was amazing, as was the place we stayed, I don't think Roatan is a place I will return to, unless it is for a family vacation of some kind.  It's a bit too touristy, and not very Honduran.  There are huge expensive houses, owned by Gringos, and restaurants that cater totally toward the tourists and cruise ships.  I was disappointed in the lack of local Honduran culinary affair, and the high American prices, making the restaurants and accommodation out of the question for the majority of native Hondurans. If I go to the islands again, I'll definitely return to Utila.

Pico Bonito

After spending 5 days in Copan Ruinas, we spent a day on the bus and traveled to La Ceiba, which is on the coast.  From there, we went to a beautiful national park called Pico Bonito, about 20 or 30 minutes outside of the city.  We got picked up in a truck that had enough room for only 3-4 passengers...Erin and I had to ride in the back of the truck, which I love, but we look ridiculous I am sure, and I think Erin's parents probably peed in their pants at least twice during the drive..but really, in Honduras on most roads, riding in back of the truck is a way more comfortable ride than bouncing around in the back seat.

We arrived at our little house among fancy villas late in the evening..this house was much different than the one we stayed in while in Copan...it was small and stuffy, but we survived...my favorite part, however, was when Molly was practicing her Spanish, and was telling us about her yellow towel, only then to notice the pieces of rat poop on the towel...not a strong start to the visit, but it went up hill from there...

Unfortunately the weather wasn't fantastic..aka, lots of cloud and rain, but this did not stop us from spending the day lounging around the infinity pool and enjoying the beautiful scenery...from the view of our loung chairs we could see an amazing waterfall in the middle of the mountain, and on several occasions we saw a pair of wild tucans flying from tree to tree.

Lucy, our watch dog--she is quite vicious!

The beautiful infinity pool looking into the river
me, enjoying the infinity pool...in the rain! actually, I was trying to kill my bug bites


TURTLES!!

the waterfall

oh! my pretty toes!


Had the weather been better we would have hiked to the waterfall...apparently in good weather you often see monkeys and other wild birds, such as parrots and the like...I think we will try to visit this place again after the rainy season.

Copan Ruinas

So, I really suck at blogging, as I'm sure all of my loyal followers have noticed...but i've been on vacation, and one finds it difficult to balance blogging, beverages, and laying in hammocks in the sun..i'm sure you will forgive me....

In the mean time, while you process your feelings of forgiveness, I will take a little time to fill you in on my life over the past couple of weeks...

After a lovely few days at the brewery in Honduras, Erin and I caught a bus to San Pedro Sula, where we picked up her parents and their friend, Molly. After meeting them at the airport, we took the fancy bus to Copan Ruinas.  Oh, and by "fancy bus" I mean A/C, a snack of chips and a soda, and a toilet (only meant for #1)....Upon arrival in Copan Ruinas, we took a Tuk Tuk to our lovely apartment for the next 4 days...if you are not traveling on too tight a budget, and have a few people to stay with, I would highly recommend staying at La Casa de Cafe...it was a wonderful place to stay, had a fantastic kitchen and porch, and the breakfast each day came with possibly some of the best fresh fruit I have ever had...it was truly delightful, and I was sad to leave.

While in Copan Ruinas (this was my 2nd time there, if you recall), my love for the little town was renewed. It has cobblestone streets, great places to eat, and a variety of tiendas for all of your shopping needs...this is definitely a town I could spend a significant amount of time in.

While in Copan, we also visited the Ruinas, which really were quite impressive. We had a tour guide who gave us an extra long tour, and was quite knowledgeable about the ruins and the Maya culture...at the beginning of the tour, he informed us that he speaks the Maya language, his parents were Chorti (the indigenous people of that area of Honduras), and that people often like to take photos of him because he looks so much like the native Mayans...I think he just likes to have his picture taken...but, enough about the history, let's get to the photos:

our fearless guide, "Lord Friendly Bat" (i wish you could see his epic outtie belly button..it was really distracting)


the main site of the ruins..it really is quite amazing

A statue dedicated to one of the Mayan Kings

Que Pensive!

Pensive again..but without whispey hair...aka, I grew bored of Lord Friendly Bat's tour

One of the Mayan Statues, also dedicated to one of the Kings

Also, Senor Lord Friendly Bat (pronounced with a Honduran accent as "Lord Friendly Butt") informed us that the world was not in fact ending on 12-12-12, but that this was merely a new circle of time that would begin...I guess I will have to stop charging everything to my credit card and stop living lavishly...apparently i'm gonna have to pay it back now..I was really banking on the world ending...

Also, while in Copan we ate at a fantastic Comedor, where a Honduran woman made us fried tacos and baleadas right out of her kitchen...to date, this is one of my favorite meals in Honduras...

I really did do vacation while in Honduras, like seriously...I slept, read, ate, and did happy hour..and it was delightful!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

remember...

when I said the wheel had literally fallen off the truck...

please note the stick...it was really a huge help

I wasn't lying...

Vacation

I am currently on vacation..and I mean, I am REALLY vacationing...as in it takes a lot of work and energy to even get a blog posted...

Last week Erin and I kicked off our vacation by spending 4 nights at D&D Brewery, which is located near Lago de Yajoa, a really big lake in Honduras.  It was a super relaxing beginning to vacation. It was rainy and cold, so we mostly drank good beer, bailey's and hot cocoa, and relaxed and read our books.  This is one of only 2 breweries in Honduras, and it was delightful to have enjoy a few tasty microbrews.

On the first day, Erin and I went and walked around a coffee plantation.  The coffee plants weren't overly impressive, but the rest of the property was beautiful.  I'm not sure where the pictures are from the right now....sorry.

The second day (and only sunny day) we went to a really amazing waterfall. You can pay a guide to take you behind the waterfall, but it wasn't quite warm enough for that. I have talked to people who have done this before, and they said that it was amazing, but incredibly scary, and would be illegal to do in the US..I think I'll do it when it is warmer outside...

the view from above the waterfall
it really was spectacular...one of the most beautiful waterfalls I have ever seen.
absolutely incredible
even dancing glove enjoyed the view...
On our last day, we decided that it would be cute and quaint to row around the lake and find a nice place to row up to to eat dinner. So, we set out to find out to rent our paddles....

confidence was not instilled when this is where we picked up our paddles....
and then we walked to the canal to pick out a boat...

we were told boat number 11 was underwater...as were boats 2-9,
and 12-18
luckily boat number 19 was NOT underwater
So we started out paddling...

and by "we" I mean Erin...she claimed to be experienced in boating..so she rowed first
 So we began rowing...and then realized we did not actually know which way the was, as we were merely in the canal...luckily a helpful Honduran came speeding by in his row-boat and confirmed we were indeed going the right direction (after we had already turned back once)...

and then the boat began taking on water....
So Erin decided that the solution was to paddle very fast, and very intensely

Erin channeling her inner Tanya...and a new workout series was created, called "intensity"
And so we went about our way down the canal for a few more yards, and it was decided that I should give it a try...

I successfully turned us in the opposite direction we wanted to go,
and paddled us directly into the shore...
 And then a light rain began....

and I decided that more progress could be made paddling as if the boat were a canoe...this was decidedly the best technique 
and then we gave up and went out for pizza and beer, and then went and got mani/pedis with a bottle of wine instead...

Sometimes, vacation is hard work....