Showing posts with label Colombia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colombia. Show all posts

Sunday, June 30, 2013

Goodbye

I did not expect leaving Colombia to be an emotional experience.  Maybe it was the several weeks of non-stop going, or the continual goodbyes, or the stress of packing all our stuff up once again and sending it off in four shipments, or trying to stuff the remaining items into 10 suitcases and 5 carry ons, or waking up at 3:00 am to be ready for the shuttle pick-up at 3:30 but I was not prepared for the rush of emotions that hit me  as I left the building.
With the kids downstairs ready to go I took one final walk around the now empty apartment and began to cry.  By the time I made it to the elevator I was in full-blown sobbing mode. Chad asked me if I wanted to take a moment to collect myself but I shook my head knowing there was no stopping the water works that had already begun.
I stepped into the lobby and saw the Portero who has been there every day for two years opening the door for me and smiling at my feeble Spanish attempts.  I walked over to him to thank him but instead flung myself into his arms in a big, American bear hug.  This was no polite, social Colombian kiss on the cheek.  I actually think it was more appropriate for my Americaness to come out at this point rather than trying to stay within Colombian custom.  He was so kind as he let me sob my eyes out on his shoulder.
As we drove away the finalness of our life in Colombia really hit me.  I sniffed and let the tears leak out all the way to the airport.  Although it was not my favorite place, I realize the importance of the growth our family experienced during this time and the benefits to other members of my family.  
Adios Colombia.



Sunday, June 16, 2013

You Don't See That Everyday


I sat in my friend's car and inquired about the missing rear view mirror.  A common scam in Bogota is to steal the rear view mirror when the car is parked or a bit more threatening is when you pull up to a stop light and a person runs up to the car and pops out the mirror out and runs off.  Inevitably you end up buying back the same mirror that was stolen. We turned onto the autopista (highway) and a kid on a bike, peddling as fast as he could, peddled up next to us flashing a business card.  True to Murphey's law he wanted us to come buy a new rear view mirror. We had a good laugh from this encounter as we slowly pulled away.


Thursday, June 13, 2013

Moving Day

We are now in the midst of pack-out.  Like seriously.  As I sit here on the carpet I am surrounded by boxes and watching the bubble wrap flow freely from the roll.  I really, really hate this time.  I'm not good at it, rather, I'm a wreck.  
The tension started on the day of the survey when they showed up and didn't speak any English after I had specifically requested and been guaranteed an English speaker.  After an hour on the phone they left and returned later with an interpreter.  Normally I just plow my way through these things (and I mean that quiet literally with no grace), but there is no way I could coordinate a move with shipments of four types in Spanish.
A big part of the move for me is just getting past my own emotions.  This has nothing to do with my family, the embassy or the movers.  It's simply me.  I really should be checked into a mental institution for the week where I can happily chat with all the other crazy people.  Pick me up on the way to the airport and all crisis' will have been averted.
Although the employee is supposed to have the time off of work to help with the pack-out, Chad was the only medical person in town, so he had to work.  Therefore circumstances alone caused me to be a bit uptight when the packers arrived.  
The plan was to begin with Damon's room, pack his 100 lbs. then move onto our air shipment.  We began but they didn't bring a scale with them.  Their idea was to "guesstemate" our shipping weight.  It didn't take much at all for me to fall apart yesterday morning.  Another hour on the phone with the embassy.  Of course they were flabbergasted that there was no scale at our pack-out either.  After that I watched them drop part of our computer on the floor and unpack all the little pre-packed things, you know, Christmas ornaments and such.  By lunch time I sat in the corner and had a good cry.  
The scale arrived after lunch.  We discovered Damon's shipment to be 150 lbs. over weight.  He spent this morning unpacking it all and they repacked it for him.  I hovered over the scale to make sure he got exactly 100 lbs. of stuff to take to college.  We now have a pile of stuff in his room that I have no idea what to do with.  I'm likely to throw it out the window.
Today is going much better.  Chad is here, he's been a load of help.  We are at 50 boxes and 2,356 lbs.  Downstairs is finished and now they are moving upstairs.
They are going to do our house and furniture inspection this afternoon.  Ha!  It's the dirtiest the place has been in two years and you can't see any surfaces with all the stuff in the way.  I'm sure they will have to do another one. 
Oh well, in 9 days I will be on a plane headed home - whether my stuff makes it out of Colombia or not!

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

The Most Beautiful and Wonderful Prom

This is simply one of those emails that I never want to forget.  The schedule for the Sr. Banquet on graduation evening, otherwise known of as "The Prom" here in Colombia.  In my mind this event is not really a prom, because who brings their mom to their Sr. Prom?  It's also a bit beyond a simple banquet as you will see from the "rain of balloons".  Rather, I almost equate it to a wedding reception so I have therefore been bugging Damon to know if he has practiced for his "mother and son" dance.  

Hello everyone

This saturday arrives de day of the party of the grade of our children in the Hilton Hotel; for everything to go as it has been plan since already various months, is that we detailed the timetable and activities that are going to happen during the prom.

6:45 PM- 7:00 PM
Arrival of family, students and friends to the Hilton Hotel.  ( carrera 7 No. 72-41. TelĂ©fono : 6006 100)  Have in count the traffic of saturdays

7 PM - 7:15 PM
Arrangement in the tables assignet to each group of students in Salon Platino
(there will be a person in charge to tell you where your table is located, this will have the students name on in Ej Sara's table)
IMPORTANT the students from Y13 DONT have to enter the salon, they will wait in the waiting room, so they can later enter for the special event.
Unfortunately we dont have extra time to wait for any student that arrives late for this group entrance to the prom.

7:15 PM
Student come in to the t=room, they will head to the center of the dance floor, where we will receive them. Later each will go to their respective table  and the dinner of 3 times will began.
When the first plate is finished a video will be projected.
After the second plate, each father/ mother/ family or friend (you choose) will give a present to each of ther childs.
After the dessert, student will be invited to the center of the room, with a partner (father/mother/ family or friend) to give start to the dance, which will be enlighten by a rain of ballons. 

10PM
Guests that were invited and bought the $40,000 ticket will enter (this can be modified depending on the schedule of the other activies previous to this one) assistance will give each guest a bracelet of diferent colors to identify adults and minors of age. Each guest will be registrated on a list, recommended to take identification so no problems will occur.

11Pm to 12 AM
DJ from the Mega will play . Daniel Sala
Party will end at 2 AM

IMPORTANT
Entering and exiting the party is not permitted, if they try to do so they will risk for the hotel security to not let them in again to the event.
Who ever wants to smoke can head towards the open pool , which canbe enter  by the Bar Levels, located in the first floor of the hotel.

The dress code choosen by the guys is: Males: Suit/ Tie and for Females: long dress or coctel.

We also want to remaind to whoever wants to take their own alcoholic drinks, will have to go to the hotel by friday from 9 to 11AM, having a price of 70,000 per bottle.
Inside the salon there will be a bar where you can adquire different beverages (price was already send in another mail) this consumption will have to be pay at the moment of bought, also alcoholic beverages will not be sold to minor age (under 18)

We take advantage to salute and ask support from every one of you to take care of the party so it can be a beautiful and wonderful Prom for our kids!
To everyone who has colaborated, Thank you very Much!



Sunday, June 2, 2013

Funny Faces With the V.P.

Dr. & Vice Presiden Biden with Ambassador and Mrs. McKinley
A week ago the Vice President was in Bogota for a visit.  Chad put lots of extra time into the preparation for this vist in meetings and taking the med. staff to hospitals for inspection.  He's done a few other visits already in his State Dept. career for the Pres. and Sec. but no one has ever taken the time to say "thank-you".  So it was rather meaningful when it was announced that the V.P. would be doing a "meet and greet".
A very fresh looking Dr. and Vice President Biden came straight from the airport to shake hands with us and mingle for an hour before going to their hotel room.  Somehow after I get off an airplane and out of my car I look a bit worse for the wear.  My hair is tousled and make-up thin.  My clothes are quiet wrinkly and I just have a general feel of stuffiness about me.  Not the Bidens.  They were relaxed and spiffy - not a wrinkle on her suit.  I have to admit that since I really don't pay much attention to politics or who's who, I had to google search photos to be sure I was polite to the correct people!
They each gave a speech.  I was particularly impressed with the V.P. who didn't use notes and incorporated many personal Colombia antidotes into his talk.  His thankfulness for the overseas employees really felt genuine, and I appreciated that.
Maddie shaking the VP's hand
Oh Yeah!
They did a great photo op with the kids.  My girls had the hugest smiles after he came over and shook their hands!  We endured a bit of waiting and shoving to make it up to the red rope and shake his hand. I tried desperately to get some great pictures, but I just wasn't quiet tall enough and I really don't have a great knack at capturing the moment with people and expressions.  Damon had the greatest little chat with him about finishing high school and heading off to college.  Every baby in the room was kissed and cuddled.   It was a great experience and definitely goes into our top 10 experiences while in Colombia.

Getting an important message from the VP
Chad throws a comment out of the corner of his mouth
Damon contemplating the answer to "Which college will you be attending?".
Overall my favorite photo with Damon's arm casually slung around the VP!

Monday, May 6, 2013

Music Experiences


G&T
Day 1:
One day early this school year, I was in history class and a girl came and pulled me out of class to take me to a thing called gifted and talented (G&T). Every term there is a different topic for G&T, and they just started it this year, so no one really knew what it was. When we got there, I found out that it was for music. There were five people there: two other girls and two boys. There was one person for each category; me for melody, a boy on the piano for harmony, the other boy for rhythm on the drums, a girl dancing, and a girl (the one who came to get me) who was good with words. They were all older than me, so I didn't really know any of them...in other words, I was very shy. We had to think of ideas for a 'presentation', but I am not very creative and couldn't think of any. We only had less than ten classes to make the 20 minute presentation before the concert—which wasn't good because we didn't even have ideas. Eventually we were dismissed, and they said not to tell anyone about it. All weekend I worried about coming up with ideas (which was our homework) for the presentation, and could not think of one.

Paige dancing in the middle, the musicians around her.
Day 2:
We had a meeting for about five or ten minutes a few days later. He told us what we were going to do: the earth from an extraterrestrial's point of view. I was happy with that plan as long as I didn't have to come up with ideas! He told us Paige would also be dancing in part of the show (Paige is really good) and said there was a surprise about what we were to be wearing.

Day 3:
The girl read her script for us, and she did a really good job—I could see why they had picked her! There were some parts in the script when we all had to say "shame on you humans". The teacher made each of us stand up alone and say the line while pointing a pen light at the everyone else. I went last. I was super nervous and embarrassed, and it showed. I said 'shame' fine, and after that I just sounded like I was trying to get it over with (which I was). Thankfully, he didn't make me do it again, although every class afterwards I worried that he would. He also told us that one of the teachers, an Indian, was going to help us too. He would translate the part of the script where the aliens speak into Hindi so that it would sound better because it is an actual language, as opposed to us making up a random alien language. Finally he revealed what we were going to wear. We would tape long strips of light to our clothes; in the dark theater it would show up really well. It sounded pretty cool.

Day 4:
We started to practice the song where the dancer 'creates' the universe. It went well, but I didn't have my flute so I had to play the notes on a piano instead.

Day 5:
We added a guitar player and had all the musicians there to practice. We played through Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring a few times. We also went through another song that for me was mostly an improvisation (I don't like improvising—last year I had an improvised solo in music class). At first I was hesitant to play on both songs, but I got used to it a bit and ended up sounding fine. It wasn't a very exciting class, but I prefer that to something embarrassing happening!

Day 6:
We practiced the beginning of the show. First the narrator said her part, then the dancer came out and we played Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring. We decided the piano player and I were going to be woken up by the dancer after the narrator said her part, then we would play the song. The first time it went well. But the second time, I didn't realize that the narrator had only said the last line, so I stayed 'asleep' even when the dancer 'woke' me (she didn't touch us, so we kind of had to guess when we were woken). After a few seconds I realized no one was doing anything and they were just waiting for me to wake up! I was really embarrassed, but we just laughed and did it again, and the dancer touched me every time after that.
I am the middle person, wearing red EL wires.
Near the end of the G&T class, the teacher told me that the next day he had a surprise for me. I wasn't so sure I wanted a surprise because I wasn't sure if their idea of something great (like playing solo on stage, for example) was the same as mine (because I get nervous in solos). The next day Mr. Lawrence, my English teacher, told me to go to Ms. Fleming's office at break. I was a bit confused, but at break I went there. To my pleasant surprise, Jessica, a girl in Elena's year who I knew a little was also there. I was very glad for that, because then I wasn't alone. We went in a conference room; Ms. Fleming, Mr. Lawrence, and my G&T teacher were all there. They told us that we had been picked to represent CGB in Mexico in a special orchestra for a week. Every year this happened and two different people went each year. I was so excited! This was definitely a good surprise! I missed playing in the concert band in Michigan, and this would be similar—except in Mexico City! They said we would each stay with a host family and go touring as well as practice with the orchestra. The orchestra would be made up of students from different English schools in South America. It was for something called the LAHC, Latin American Heads Conference, and CGB had only been part of it for a few years. Once a year they get together to have a conference, so while the heads of the schools are in the country we do a concert for them. Over the next few months, they sent us the different pieces to practice.

Day 7:
We met on a Saturday for a little extra practice. The teacher showed us the recording of the 'alien' speaking. It sounded really cool. He also showed us something that projected blue dots on the walls for the 'stars'. The rest of the time we just practiced.

Day 8:
Only the piano player, the teacher, and I were there, but we practiced Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring. I had to play it from memory, so sometimes I messed up. The piano player told me "shut your eyes," so I shut my eyes for a second, thinking: 'what in the world?' I opened them again. "No, shut your eyes" I shut them again, very confused. I opened them again, and suddenly realized that he meant while I was playing! Luckily it was near the end of the class, because I was very embarrassed.

There were a few more practices before the show, but they were all pretty uneventful.

The Show
We had about 45 minutes to get ready before hand. They suddenly decided to give me a pink twisty flashlight with princesses on it instead of the flashlight I had brought, and it was hard to turn on with one hand. I had to practice a bit with it. We didn't do too much rehearsing, mostly just getting ready. Years 10-12, some teachers, and some parents got to see the show. Before us, there was a short Christmas drama production. Then we went on. It was dark behind the curtain. Dressed all in black, we sat with our heads between our knees while the narrator introduced the fact that it was two hundred years in the future and humans had contacted an alien civilization called the Laktinians. Then she accused the humans of being bad. This was the part where we shouted 'shame on you humans' (and I had to use my difficult and uncool-looking flashlight). Then the narrator described the Laktinians. She also 'translated' what a 'wise Laktinian' said in the 'alien language', about how the world was created from a dot by a dancer. Then the dancer woke up the musicians, because we were sleeping on the floor. (She touched me so I didn't oversleep again!) We started Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring. Just before the show they had told me to go out more near the middle of the stage so the audience could see me better. I was shaking a bit from nervousness, which made my tone bad, which did not help my overall confidence. When I was repeating it the second time, I suddenly forgot all of the notes of the song, and I stood there awkwardly trying to remember my place, but my mind was blank! Everyone just kept playing and dancing while I stood struggling to find my place in the song. After what felt like decades, I found my place near the end of the song and played. It sounded to me like the musicians ended together, but who knows if I really was in the right place. I stayed more in the shadows after that bad experience. Then the dancer 'created' the world by projecting stars (lights) from a special pen light onto the walls. We played again during this part, but I did an improvisation, so as long as I played one of about five notes, I sounded fine. Afterwards we all rushed to get our EL wires on (I forgot to at first). Paige had a lot of EL wires (each was a couple yards long) and danced while we played in 'celebration'. Over all, it went well except when I messed up.

LAHC, Mexico
Day 1
Sunday Jessica and I flew to Mexico. We had been waiting and practicing for months in anticipation of this week. We went all alone, so we were excited and a little nervous. We got to sit next to each other and it was a direct flight, which was good. We discovered that the three Colombians from the other school were sitting a few rows in front of us—we could tell because one of them had a cello. We were picked up by our host families at our host school, Edron. My family was really nice. There were two girls; Regina was my age, and Tina was three years younger. They lived quite a ways from the school in a region called Coyoacan. Coyoacan means coyotes because coyotes used to live there. They took me to an Italian restaurant where I met their aunt, uncle, and cousin. The food was really good. Afterwards, we went to the house. I got my own room, which was very nice of them because Regina had had to move into Tina's room for that. Then we walked to the main park. There was a fountain of coyotes there—apparently there were a lot of coyote statues around Coyoacan. We got ice cream at a little shop; there were many weird flavors, even a spicy one, which I didn't risk—I just got chocolate. It was more icy than normal, but it was good. We sat at a cafe with some of their friends that we happened to run into.

Day 2
Monday we rode the bus to the Edron, Regina's school. There were only six people with the Edron as their host school. Some of them, including Jessica, were already there. Finally all of us arrived—the three other Colombians, Jessica, and a Japanese girl who lived in Brazil—but the bus was a half hour late. At last it came and took us to a place called Ollin Yoliztli, a big music theater. Luckily the orchestra hadn't started practicing yet. I sat next to a nice flute player named Antonella. For a couple of hours we practiced two of the four songs, the Hungarian Dance and Danzon. Both turned out to be a lot faster than I had practiced them, and I knew I had to practice that night. In the orchestra, there were about 40 people. There were a few adults playing with us and some students had played in the orchestra the previous year as well. There were 7 other flutes. I got to be a first flute (we had no chairs, just first and second flutes). Next we got on buses and transferred to the Lancaster school, the main school that was organizing the orchestra. They served us a nice lunch, then we went into sections to practice. All the woodwinds were together, and we practiced Finlandia and Melodic Estructure. Melodic Estructure was written by a pair of twins that were in the orchestra with us. In Finlandia I had to learn some new trills and some weird looking notes that I had never seen before that turned out to be more trills. In Melodic Estructure all of the flutes were a little confused about when we were supposed to enter, but both songs went well overall. I ate dinner with my host family. They asked how big my meals normally were, and discovered I usually had big dinners—so they decided I needed to have a big dinner, even though I told them that we had had a late lunch. They asked how late, and I told them around 1:30, and they informed me that that was not late. In Mexico they eat a small breakfast, a normal lunch around eleven, a big meal around three, and a small dinner around eight. So that night we had chicken, noodles with some kind of sauce, and tomatoes. I commented on the chicken, and found out they had used coconut oil to fry it in. It made it have a really nice flavor, and I thought it very interesting because I had never heard about frying chicken in coconut oil before. Regina asked if I had had a traditional Mexican taco before, and I said I wasn't sure, but we did eat tacos at our house sometimes. She asked if they had hard shells, and when I said yes, she told me that that is actually the American version of a taco, and Mexican tacos were in soft tortillas. She recommended I try them because they were good. From that night on I kept hoping we would have tacos so I could try them.

Day 3
Tuesday we got a tour of the Edron, which was a lot bigger than it looked, while waiting for the bus. Then we visited the Olympic Stadium; the Olympics were held in Mexico City in 1968. The stadium was stone with a big carving on the outside. On the inside, all the seats were stone benches, which I thought was very interesting. They weren't very comfortable. It could seat 80,000 people. In the middle there was a soccer field, a track around the outside of the soccer field, and long strip of turf with sandboxes on either end for long jump. Mexico's Olympic team was jogging around the track. Afterwards, we drove around awhile, trying to figure out where the entrance to the pyramid next to Ollin Yoliztli was. I was surprised to find out there was a pyramid right there because I hadn't seen it the day before. When we found it, we went in a small museum with artifacts from the area, then walked to the top of the pyramid. It wasn't very big, but it was interesting. We practiced at Ollin Yoliztli again for a couple of hours, and it went slightly better. Everything was in Spanish, but the conductor didn't talk to the flutes much, and made a lot of gestures and sounds to emphasize his point, so I understood fine. When I got back to the house they figured I wanted a big dinner, even though I didn't really. They gave me mashed potatoes and a huge slab of fish. The rest of the family had really good looking grilled sandwiches. The fish and potatoes tasted good, but I would have rather had one of the sandwiches. I had gotten home late that night, but I still talked to Regina for quite a while, so it was around 10 when I went to bed.

Day 4
Wednesday one of the ladies at the Edron who always checked on us decided that we were too cold and needed something hot to drink, so we went down to the canteen and warmed up a bit with hot chocolate. We got on the bus and went to the Coyoacan area. Since it was kind of far, I was able to sleep on the bus. We visited Leon Trotsky's house. First we had to sit in a dark theater and watch a very long and boring movie that could have been summed up in about ten minutes. At one point, we all thought the movie had ended and we everyone sighed with relief, but it turned out there was a part two, and everyone groaned. Many times during it I almost fell asleep, and some people didn't even bother trying to stay awake. Next we were able to walk around his house, but it was just a bunch of pictures (not even original or painted pictures) of him and a couple of rooms of furniture. Afterwards we went to a little market, but we didn't spend much time there, then walked around the Coyoacan square I had visited the first day. We were supped to see Casa Azul, but apparently dryers wasn't time. We went to Ollin Yoliztli and practiced, and the flutes finally figured out the timing better. At the end we got our shirts that we were to wear for our concert. I was kind of concerned about how they would look because I knew that the previous year they were blue polo shirts, and they didn't look good in my imagination. They turned out to be bright pink polo shirts with LAHC Mexico 2013 in the corner. Not as bad as I had imagined, but I still wasn't sure we were going to look okay. That night Regina, Tina, all the people that had Edron as a host school, and some of the kids from their host families went to a movie at the mall. We saw Olympus Has Fallen; it was about the president being held hostage, and it was pretty good. Afterwards, Regina, Tina, Denise (a celloist), Nao (the Brazilian pianist), a boy from one of the host families, and I went to a taco place. We all split a drink called agua de horchata. It was milky white, and apparently made of rice and water. It was kind of sweet and turned out to be really good. Regina suggested to me to get a traditional taco called a pastor taco. All the tacos were in small tortillas. The pastor taco had chicken with some kind of sauce, a slice of pineapple, and a little cilantro and onion on it. It was really good and an interesting mix of flavors. Me, Denise, and Noa all had trouble eating our tacos. The three Mexicans at our table said "you're obviously not Mexican!" Then picked those tacos up and ate them like it was nothing!

Day 5
On Thursday our bus arrived a bit late and we got to the Lancaster school only a few minutes before we were to play a concert there. I already had my black pants and shoes on, and of course my bright pink shirt. The shirts looked good, and I was relieved. The concert went pretty well and I think I played better than in the rehearsals, even though I didn't get to practice before hand like the people who weren't late. After the concert we sat around for a little bit before lunch was served (sandwiches) and then we went to Ollin Yoliztli. There we practiced for an hour or two. At the end, the conductor told us to put down our instruments. We were playing Finlandia. He made different sections play their parts in different ways, some had to say 'shh', some had to sing. It sounded cool. When he got a lot of people to clap, he bowed and we all laughed. Before the concert we sat around for a really long time doing whatever we wanted. I think we were supposed to see a real orchestra warm up and practice, but I don't know why we didn't see them, which was a disappointment. At long last we all got together and warmed up and tuned. I got to say hello to my mom before the concert, but I didn't see my host family. The concert went really good and I played quite well. At the end, the audience wanted an encore, so we replayed the Hungarian Dance. Everyone seemed to enjoy the concert. After I put my stuff away I went to see my mom, and to my surprise Ms. Fleming, the director of our school, was there too. My host family came and gave me some really pretty lilies, which was really sweet. For dinner, the whole orchestra went out to eat at a restaurant called Arroyo, which was pretty far away. At the restaurant I got the agua de horchata drink again, and I also tried a pinkish-red drink made out of flowers, which was also yummy. The food was a taco buffet, which made me happy because I had discovered the night before that I liked Mexican tacos. There were different fillings. There were beans, vegetables in a creamy sauce, slightly spicy chicken and vegetables, shredded meat covered in molĂ© sauce, and a few others. MolĂ© is a mixture of chocolate and chili. It has a very interesting flavor—a little sweet, then you can taste the chili a little bit. I didn't know what it was until after a few bites in. I didn't particularly like it. I really liked the slightly spicy chicken and vegetables taco, even though it was so messy I had to eat it with a fork. At the end they gave each of us a little basket of Mexican candy. I tried a bite of each the next day, and most of it was not something I would not normally eat, but it was fun to try. I got back super late and went to bed around twelve.

Day 6
On Friday, since the concert was over, we went to a place far away called Teotihuanaca. The ride was about two hours, but that was alright because it let everyone catch up on some sleep. First we went in a museum, it had a lot of painted things from the pyramids and ruins. Most of the other kids just took out their cameras and phones and took pictures to read and look at later. Then we went out and were able to walk around. I had my hat, but I didn't want to be in the sun a lot and get really hot, so I was hoping we would walk up the moon pyramid and not the sun one because the moon pyramid was smaller. Unfortunately, everyone wanted to do the sun pyramid, so we had to walk all the way over there and then walk over quite a few ruins before we actually got to the base. We started climbing, and it was quite tiring, and sometimes the steps were very steep. Luckily, the steps were in sections, so it wasn't all at once, and the sun was behind clouds for some of the time. From the top, you could much more easily imagine what the area looked like when it was built. It was really cool, and worth the extra stairs and walking. One of the Peruvians was talking to me and asked 'do you climb and hike much?' I told them we had done the four day Inca trail. Immediately they said "Oh! This is nothing compared to that!" I definitely agreed, though I forgot they were Peruvians for a moment and was wondering how they knew how hard that hike was. Afterwards we waited around for a while while the rest of our group finished climbing the pyramid, then we went to lunch. It was a buffet. There was rice, beans, chicken, spaghetti with a creamy sauce, and beef with peppers. I didn't get everything, but what I did try was good. They put little tortillas on our tables and we made tacos out of what we got at the buffet, so after that I was getting a little tired of tacos even though they were good. To drink there was the pink drink and the agua de horchata. They served us vanilla ice cream for dessert. I slept again on the way back. Outside of Ollin Yoliztli when we returned, there was a show going on of traditional Mexican dances, so I watched that while I waited for my host family. I went with Regina and her dad to get 'dinner', which was iced coffee and churros. Both were really good. When we got back, we were talking in the kitchen and I mentioned tamales. To my surprise, she said they had some, and out of the freezer she pulled two bags of small tamales. They were all different kinds. I had no idea there was more than one kind, even though it made perfect sense. There was a chocolate one, a chicken one, an apple one, and many more, but we didn't eat any. Afterwards, I played my flute for her a bit, then we watched a movie. We talked a lot during the movie, but neither of us minded. After the movie, she showed me some of her dances from ballet shows and school musicals. I enjoyed them. It was around twelve again when we actually got to bed.

Day 7
Saturday was my last day. They took me downtown and we went to a big, beautiful, and old hotel to eat breakfast. Unfortunately, it wasn't open yet so we went to the Holiday Inn and ate at a buffet there. I even tried a tamale with a corn outside and meat inside which was very good, even though it was breakfast. We then went to my mom's hotel and we said goodbye. My mom and I walked around and looked at lots of churches. They were very pretty, and mom knew some interesting things about one of them from a tour she had done. We were walking along a street when we saw her tour guide from the day before, so we got a tour, and he told us about some huge murals by Diego Riviera. We walked around some more, down to Bellas Arts. It was beautiful. We went back to the hotel afterwards and went to the airport. I was so glad my mom could come to Mexico with me, and that I could see her more than just at the concert and on the plane. I met many nice people and had a good time. I would definitely do it again if the chance arose!









Thursday, February 21, 2013

You Don't See That Everyday

As I have mentioned before, as soon as the light turns red a street performer runs out into the intersection and does an act.  Typically it is some sort of juggling, but this woman took us by surprise.  Wearing a little black mask made of duct tape and carrying a stuffed dummy she salsad her way across the road.  Her hips twisted in time to the music her son was playing on the boom-box.  Just before the light turned green they ran up to the cars hoping for a bit of money.  Gotta give her some credit for creativity and gumption!

- Kris

Sunday, January 27, 2013

From the Driver's Seat

It's never dull driving a car around here.  I've lost some of my favorite photos of things I've seen along the roads, so I thought I'd better take some time to record what the drive is really like here in Bogota.

People selling fruit along the road.
People weed-wacking the grass.  Lawn mowers are not believed in here in Bogota.
People selling stuff.  They  have their timing down perfect.  The light turns red and they run down the row of cars throwing their stuff on your windshield or window then they run back and collect it before the light turns green.  I've seen lots of this stuff being bought while waiting for the light to turn.
Stop light performers.  They are amazingly talented and entertaining.  Several shows can be seen while trying to make it through just one light.
Pot holes.  I've gotten photos of much larger and deeper holes but can't find them.  The majority of  my energy driving is spent not hitting one of these suckers.
People pulling carts if they can't afford a horse.  This one was piled particularly high so it took a puller and a pusher.
Amazing Architecture
Beggers
Lottery tickets for sale
Dog walkers with large groups of dogs
I always wondered what inspired Dr. Seuss' book "Go Dog Go" .  Now I know! 
Horses pulling carts 
People selling things out of their car.  In this case fish.  Why not?
Alters to Mary
Lots of graffiti and people painting it!
Meat cooking
Poverty 
Soldiers
What I call an inverted pothole.  Gotta watch out for these suckers!

Friday, January 4, 2013

Applying to Schools

Today I began the process of applying to schools in Moscow.  Actually, we are only applying to one school.  The Anglo-American School of Moscow.  This school seems to have an excellent reputation everywhere I look.  Fortunately they accept students in priority of category and the US Embassy personnel are in the first category accepted.  In addition, it offers the IB program Maddie wants.  So I see no need to search further and spend endless masses of hours on more applications.
But applying to international schools is a bear of a job.  I've spent several  hours on this lovely afternoon staring at the computer screen and filling in blanks.   The forms are endless in size and amount.  My first frustration began with trying to open the forms to begin filling in the blanks.  No-can-do.  I tried every format possible, then called Damon over to wield his computer magic.   In the end we just copied and pasted into new documents.  The problem with this is that the order of questions changed and odd questions randomly appeared.  So then I had to do more cutting and pasting to get the questions, if not in the correct order, at least into a logical order.  AAS, you are not scoring points in your technology department.
After that I was bombarded with detailed questions regarding the last 5 years of education for each girl.  Questions on the English Language form went even further back requesting information such as "How many days of school did your daughter miss in preschool?"  She's in 10th grade now and I have no idea, or do I even care how many days she missed.
I was kind and filled in as many questions as I could, such as birth date and school  currently attending, on the teacher's forms.  I had a moment of pity at all the paper-work I will be sending their way.
I never was able to get the medical form cut and pasted into another document.  A complicated form of grid work.  Sadly, Chad being the medical person will have to deal with that one.
My head is now pounding and I'm exhausted.  I really don't think we filled out this much paper-work for Damon's college application.

- Kris

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Congratulations Millonarios!

The girls and I headed to Parque 93 to enjoy the Bogota Philharmonic Orchestra and Coral in the park. It was a gorgeous evening and I was looking forward to a little Christmas music to warm my heart.  As we rounded the corner we noticed masses of people lingering around the restaurants dressed in blue jerseys, intent on the tv screens hanging above.
We settled onto a grassy spot to enjoy the strains of "Joy to the World".  More often than not, honking horns and cheers from the masses drowned out the music.  As was said later "the horns were the hit of the night", proved to be true!
We finally gave up and decided to wander back home.  At this point the fans had gone crazy filling the streets, singing and dancing.  I loved it and fortunately I never felt uneasy in this mass confusion.
What I learned later was that Bogota's soccer team, the Millonarios, celebrated their fist championship in 24 years.  Truly a reason to celebrate!  Simon Bolivar Plaza downtown was reported to have 60,000 fans cram in the plaza in celebration as a bus carried the team to the central square.
My favorite part of the report was the "Update:  Three fans have died in Bogota during celebrations of the Millonarios victory.  Two fans were reportedly stabbed in separate fight incidents and another fell from the third floor of a building.  1,200 people ended up in court after the day and night of celebrations."  We are in Bogota after all!

- Kris





Kids Christmas Party

I love getting involved in the embassy community and I love dragging my family along with me!  Fortunately, they usually jump in with me, enjoying the opportunity to have some fun while lending a helping hand.  This year the kids helped with the Kids Christmas party at the Ambassador's house.  They did a great job and we all had a fabulous morning.

Damon talking with the Ambassador and his wife

Maddie the elf, helping with crafts













Maddie and Elena performing Christmas carols

Damon as Santa's helper