I have not posted in a day or two for the sake of taking part in various activities we planned or just wanting to relax. We have a good amount of meetings and when we do not we take time to explore. I think twice a week would be a good amount to post considering I am keeping a daily journal as well, but I will feel it out and see how that goes. Anyways, to catch up:
With about three hours of free time yesterday morning we decided to take a walk to the beach. We take walks throughout the city at least twice a day and though we get lost or cannot find a certain store or museum, locals are more than happy to help. Their sense of community presents itself in their greetings and questions as we butcher a phrase or tout our 'gringo' jackets (rain coats). The weather surprised us after an unusual two or three day bout of overcast skies and random showers (it is winter here I guess). Sunny at a comfortable twenty seven degrees Celsius though (odd getting used to world standards), our beach trip could not have been better. The water, coco, and quejo on a stick with molasses and oregano refreshed and nourished us as competing salesmen fought for our attention. Food, drink, chairs, umbrellas, and sun screen sold for about five reals each (roughly two reals/dollar), and that was enough for two sticks of quejo. People flocked to the beach, in part because the city closes down the street every Sunday morning for runners and bikers. Crowded shores afforded many opportunities to converse with Portuguese speakers and the clear blue water, though quite salty, cooled us off from the sun more than sufficiently. Another trip to the beach even earlier this morning offered another perspective. The street where yesterday many had relaxed and conversed now hosted lines of people waiting for the bus, walking to work, or hailing a taxi. The actual beach appeared almost dormant. Only a few swimmers, joggers, and yogis could afford to take advantage of such a fine morning. After inspecting a beach directly adjacent to where we had been yesterday, we spotted a homeless man asleep against the cement wall where the beach started. Speaking with a lot of the CCS staff we have learned of the many programs in place to help people trying to make it by and how many must ride the bus starting at five in the morning for what could be couple hour commute. Living in an upper middle class neighborhood here definitely alters our experience a little bit. The drive from the airport to the home-base though definitely highlighted a lot of the inequity present in the community. While the middle class tends to expand upwards in apartments and condos, the poor expand horizontally in favelas surrounding the city. Brazil displays one of the most polarized wealth distributions in the world today. Several guest speakers and CCS staff have spoken to us about the power and wealth dynamic of the country. Salvador, which at one point housed more than two million slaves, falls far from the normal demographics of Brazil as a whole. Brazil, primarily white demographically, sharply contrasts the majority Afro-Brazilian concentration of Salvador. Salvador received regular shipments of slaves for such a long time that a lot of African culture spread and was preserved quite well in the area. Despite Salvador’s rich deposits of oil, the money flows south to Sao Paulo and Rio de Jainero because large company headquarters tend to be located in the south where the stock market operates. The North/South dynamic creates tension because of socioeconomic differences as well as deep seeded cultural ones. The growth and development of Brazil interestingly parallels and contrasts the United States’ in many categories. Healthcare, education, politics, and civil rights issues all seem to be on the brink of great change. We will learn much more about these topics as we take classes and hear other guest speakers.
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
A Praia
Friday, August 30, 2013
Boa noite!
I took half an hour today to read out on the hammock before lunch. A cool breeze on a cloudy day alongside the edgy and routinely fresh wanderings of Jack Kerouac in On the Road (great book btw) kept me from drifting to sleep. One phrase in particular stood out as I read, "I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn't know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost." At a glance I could immediately identify with the out of body type experience that occurs as you first fully come to terms with where you are. I had a beautiful view of palm trees and micos (little monkeys) in the patio, wonderful scents from the kitchen below, and the worn and warm touch of bright orange cotton. As much as I knew who I was up until then, these moments of complete saturation in foreign environments give credence to how drastically our lives will or have changed. I swung in the breeze, humbled by the indefinite and oscillating tendencies of my being in search of equilibrium. The nature of learning and knowing, including with regards to oneself, provides opportunities to reflect and grow in even the most seemingly shallow situations. An early run to the beach this morning invigorated me with jaunty vibes until I saw two men asleep on a bench. The stark contrast between the ocean swimmers weaving through small brightly colored fishing boats and the disheveled men taking refuge under a bus stop almost insatiably invites contemplation despite an inclination towards neglect or complacency. My choice then to seek out contrasting outlooks and backgrounds through this bridge year seems to be bearing fruit already on day two. On a side note, my frozen açaí and banana smoothie turned out tasting scrumptious. Look out for more food for thought or just food in general. I'm enjoying it all. Tchau tchau.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Primeiro dia
My name is Tláloc and I am from Houston, Texas. My nine month adventure in Brazil began today thanks to Princeton University's Bridge Year Program. The program allows incoming students to spend a gap year in a foreign country partaking in community service, language instruction, and cultural immersion. The relationships, perspectives, and environments encountered have changed the lives of those who have participated in the past as well as those affected by them. I am full of excitement as my first night in Salvador approaches. Traveling, unpacking, exploring, and a crash course in Portuguese have left us exhausted but ready to tackle this journey head on. Gathering forms, safety and health orientations, and various team building exercises over the summer seem surprisingly distant in the thick of attempting to orient ourselves here. Genuine and caring Cross Cultural Solutions and Princeton University staff have made this experience much softer than it could have been by preparing us more than adequately. I look forward to the coming months of challenges and surprises as we navigate the complexities of another community. Boa noite e até amanhã!