Friday, March 21, 2014

Mi primer mes en Uruguay

So today I'm home sick from school, mostly by force. After 3 days in bed I'm definitely starting to feel the boredom. I feel like it's my body's way of telling me to write another blog post. 

So by popular demand I have a few topics to discuss in this post, starting with more information about carnaval. I'm pretty sure this was only popular among my friends because of the parties, but we shall discuss it anyway! To go into more detail on the topic, my sister and I spent to week of carnaval home alone while the rest of the family remained at the beach. This may sound like a horrible idea to most of my readers, but being home alone really allowed me time to get used to the house and feel more comfortable living here. We went to one party a night with a big group of my sister's friends. These never failed to shock me. Not only were there cultural differences (aka the music, the language, etc.) but also I had just never been exposed to parties of this magnitude. Another interesting fact, not only is it completely legal to drink alcohol at any age here, but also to smoke Marijuana (obviously AFS does not allow the second one). It's unavoidable not only at parties but also in the plazas and streets from time to time. 

After clearing this story with my mother, I will now to posting my most shocking party story. It was the third party I went to on my second week in Uruguay. It was raining but the outdoor party continued nonetheless. I assume due to the rain the police decided to shut the party down pretty early (around 6am) and began coraling everyone off the premisis. When people were walking too slow they would push them, it was incredibly rude. Eventually some guys decided they had had enough and began yelling at the officers. It was only my second week so I didn't know enough Spanish to decifer the shouting but the reason was pretty obvious. The arguement quickly turned physical and I stood, dumbfounded, while the police beat several men to the ground. I try not to say this too often because "things are neither better nor worse, only different" but God bless America. 

Now on to the hot topic of school. Every time someone asks how school is here I reply "different" and this is no lie. It's honestly not any better or worse than school in Marietta, just really different. Maybe little better because my grades don't matter so much! Anyway, the school hours range from 7:20-1:20 with 8 40 minute classes that change each day. There is no period for lunch as we eat around 2 when we arrive home. I wear a uniform everyday that consists of: a grey skirt, white button up, green tie, and green socks. Black uniform shoes are supposed to be worn with this but as they are expensive and I get away with a lot more, I wear my black Vans. After almost every class there is a 5 or 10 minute break where students eat, talk, or play soccer in the courtyard. There are about 13 students in my entire grade and about 6 in each of my classes. Each morning we meet in the school church for a speech and a prayer (I attend a private Catholic school) and on occation the singing of the nathional anthem. The teaching style here tends to seem a lot more like college in the US than high school. Class begins when and if the teacher shows up and notes are only taken if desired. The teachers and the students change classrooms. I will post a picture of my schedule below but for those of you who are interested, I go to Instituto Salesiano Monsenor Lasagna and I am a 6to engineering student. 

Birthdays are a much bigger deal here. I have been to about 8 birthday parties already and I've only been here a month. I generally don't even know the person, I just get dragged along with my sister or a friend. The 15th birthday is the most important and a lot of the preparations remind me of stuff you would do to prepare for a wedding. The decorations are beautiful, the birthday girl wears a white gown, videos and photo albums are made, and of course there's a huge cake. Other birthday parties usually consist of inviting a lot of people over and eating pizza or sandwiches. Alcohol is common at these parties and they generally last most of the night, even on school nights. Cakes are almost always made by the mother and include dulce de leche (caramel).

Now to include a mini segment on the Spanish language of Uruguay. This is mostly aimed at my Spanish classes in the US but feel free to read if you are just interested as well. I already mentioned the accent a bit but to build on that, the letter "d" makes the "th" sound. Try saying my name like that, I couldn't even recognize it at first. Also, the letter "s" is almost always dropped of of the end of words. The usted form is extremely uncommon and only used by teachers to students. The word eres is sos or tas here and vos is used in the place of tu. Vallan is the same thing as ir, chau is adios, and besos is a common goodbye as well. Slang is extremely common and I think my friends find it funny to speak with as much as possible so I don't understand. I often find slang words here that don't even exist in the english language that I know of. Cursing is extremely common here, not only in Spanish but English as well. Everyone does, even my grandmother will curse on occasion. I would include the popular ones but I feel like this is inappropriate for a public blog post. On another note, forget all of the grammer rules you've learned about aqui vs. aca and alla vs. ahi, it's only aca and alla here. Finally, for everyone who asked how people answer the phone here (because it won't be hola), I'm sorry to disappoint but it is in fact only hola. 

Overall, I have really enjoyed my first month here. My Spanish is improving a little bit everyday. Even though the way of life seems really crazy at times, I find it really enjoyable and I love being a part of it. 

With the classmates. 

First day of school. 

My schedule (I don't go to English class).

The chemistry class. 

On the boarder of Brazil in the free shop. 

I was technically in Brazil. 

The farm. 

With my grandpa on the farm. 

With my grandma on the farm. 

The pig roast. 

Con mi novioooo

Drinking mate. 

Laughing because my grandma didn't know how to take a picture of me drinking mate. 

The selfie she took instead of taking a picture of me drinking mate. 

My sister and her birthday cake. 

At the survival orientation with Naan(left) and Kate(right). 

From left to right, Mateo(AFS volunteer), Phillipe(AFS volunteer), Marvin(exchange student from Germany). 

AFS URUGUAY!!!

Friday, March 7, 2014

Culture Shock


A common misconception about culture shock is that it's some kind of unavoidable disease that you catch when going to another country that goes away within a few weeks. Recently I have come to realize that culture shock is a situation in which something in your new country is different than in your old country and it causes you to mess up. This can continue to occur up until the day you leave but usually becomes less and less frequent. It's like when I didn't know that women in Uruguay wash their own underwear and had to have an awkward talk with my host mom. It happens to everyone.

My family here consists of my mom (Cecilia), dad (Juan), sister (Federica), and brother (Antonio). Though I usually just call my host parents mama and papa. Fede is 16 years old (almost 17) and Antonio is 12 (almost 13). Both of their birthday's are this month and I already have gifts (and I hope they don't read this)! My host family is Catholic though they only go to church on Easter and Christmas so that works out for me as I am not Catholic. They are all very welcoming and we spend a lot of time together. 

Now to try and answer some popular questions. 

The weather is fantastic, thank you all for asking! It's in the 70s or 80s and sunny just about everyday.

The food here is really good! Beef is eaten with just about every meal and desert is common as well. It's safe to say that I am not starving; however, I did have to eat liver once. I can't say that I enjoyed that too much. Milianesas are a common food here, eaten a few times a week. They're kind of like a thin fried steak and are usually really delicious. Asados are also really common and are like giant BBQs. Meal times here are a bit different. Breakfast is at the same time but lunch is around 2 or 3 in the afternoon and dinner is around 11pm. Every time I meet someone for the first time, they ask me what I eat for breakfast. It really threw me off at first but now I realize that it's because eggs and bacon are not breakfast foods here and everyone associates them with the United States. 

The language is a bit difficult for me but it gets better everyday. The accent causes me to misunderstand a lot of basic words; like when I was on the plane and the flight attendant asked me if I wanted chicken (pollo in spanish) and I had no idea what he was saying. In Uruguay, the letter y or a double L makes the "ja" sound. It took awhile to get used to. I also don't have a large vocabulary yet so sometimes I have to try and piece words together using root words that I already know. For example, once, I tried to tell my sister that my legs were itchy (from mosquito bites) and ended up telling her that my legs were spicy. 

I can't say that I have much of my own social life yet but I do go out with my sister and her friends just about everyday. I arrived in Uruguay just in time for Carnaval, which is like 5 straight days or parades and parties. Dances are really common and occur just about every weekend. The dances specifically for Carnaval were really popular and several hundred people attended. Even with 3 buildings and a courtyard, there was still barely enough room for everyone. The parties started around 1 or 2am and end around 8 or 9am. Everyone attended, from the elderly to children younger than me. Despite the crowd and the lack of sleep, they were still a lot of fun!

Relationships between people here are somewhat different than in the US. There are much less public displays of affection among the young people than among the adults. Teenagers rarely hang out alone with their significant others and group dates are common. Also, dances are attended with a group of friends, not the boyfriend or girlfriend. 

At a dance for Carnaval with my sister and her friends. (Fede is the one next to me)

Hanging out at home! My friend Naan (on the far left) is an exchange student from Thailand.

My friend Maria and I at a party.

For my friends back home, I'm spreading the culture.

Saw this on my run yesterday. Just wandering around. No big deal. 

All of the milk and juice here comes in bags. 

Before attending my first Quinceanerea. 

Milianesa with a fried egg and french fries (eaten with a fork here). 

Tortas Fritas and pasteles (both deserts).

My host bother, the Ohio State fan!

Asado and my host dad.

Me in Costa Azul.











Saturday, March 1, 2014

The Journey


People often say that it's not where you're going but the journey that is the most interesting. I agree 100 percent.

My journey began in Columbus, Ohio when I said my final good-byes and boarded the plane to Atlanta, Georgia. Once in Atlanta, I met up with some fellow AFS students and boarded a second plane to Miami, Florida. Miami is what AFS considers our "gateway city", where we get to meet all of the other AFSUSA students who are departing for South America. Though seemingly fun, this process has to be one of the most difficult parts of the entire journey. All 32 students were torn between grieving for their old lives and being excited for their new ones. All of the AFSUSA students were immediate best friends because we were all going through the same experience. 

The next day all of the AFS Argentina and Uruguay students boarded a plane to Buenos Aires. After barely making it on the plane due to an issue with not having an Argentinian visa, I was relieved to be able to sit and relax. The flight was about 10 hours long but I was sitting with my friends so it wasn't too bad. Once in Buenos Aires, we waited about 12 hours in the airport for the rest of the AFS students from all over the world to arrive. The waiting room was super hot and most of the students, including myself, got really sick. When all of the students finally arrived, we were moved by bus to a slightly cooler room to await the departure to our host cities. I waited about 4 hours in this room but it was enjoyable enough because I got to spend time with the other students going to Uruguay (1 boy from Japan and 2 girls from Thailand).

The next leg of the journey was the most eye opening to me. One of the volunteers from AFS put the 2 girls from Thailand and I in a taxi with a boat ticket and a bus ticket. That's all, minimal instructions (due to the language barrier) and a couple of tickets.  The other girls traveling with me spoke perfect English but no Spanish so I had to translate to the best of my ability (not very good at the time). It was a crazy journey but after getting stopped in customs, getting 3 random bag checks, and almost missing my bus stop, I finally made it. 



Breakfast in Miami. 




AFSUSA Uruguay crew. 



With my friend Jamie on the plane to Buenos Aires. 



AFSUSA on the plane to Buenos Aires.