The Clog

Beaches

2011-11-16T05:31:00.000-08:00

I have heard the Caribbean beaches are nice. I'm sitting outside enjoying my view and the sounds of the tropics when I hear a voice from the top of the canyon yelling "REGINA!!!! WANT TO GO TO THE BEACH???!!!" It's Janet, and I reply, "GIVE ME 5 MINUTES!!" -Just enough time to change into my bathing suit, grab sunblock and sunglasses, flip flops and hike up the trail. Janet is spunky as ever, smoking a bowl as I get into the car. She has a cooler of rum and juice. That's my girl!

We take a 10 minute drive toward a part of the island called Esperanza, through winding roads flanked by lush green trees. We part onto a sandy road that leads to the waterfront, a wade cove with fallen coconuts, palm trees, white sand and light green shallow water. We're at Sun Bay Beach.

The sun is direct and the natural palms are just draped enough to provide some needed shade. The beach is vacant and we have an entire cooler of drinks to work on. Janel smokes another bowl then we both take a dip in the water, which is about 80 degrees. She swims clear to the other end of the beach while I stay near our things by the shore to make sure no one gets any funny ideas. The cops eventually come around on their buggies and I wave as they pass. Another day in paradise . . .

The Routine

2011-11-16T05:16:00.000-08:00

The routine has finally set in. I wake up, crawl out of my king-sized bamboo swinging bed that's suspended by rope from the ceiling and draped in mosqito netting. I look around the floor to make sure I don't step on a cockroach, frog, lizard or tarantula, walk down the stairs and open the wide doors unto the pristine view of the sun rising over the hills to the East. I ignite the lanterns and candles and listen to the morning sounds. Most of my days are spent in silence and in thought. I grab my recorder and make up songs or just play some that already exist. Some songs are simply impossible to play because the recorder has a very limited range. Also, it is designed for a right-handed person and being left-handed poses a problem for the left pinky.

After my lesson, I go into town, charge the computer, my camera battery, the Vado, my two phones, and download movies. I buy some food and hitch a ride home (which people offer freely and it's very safe here during the day). The sun is hot but begins to set. I make some more food. Usually, the food I eat is canned, as there is no refrigeration and carrying ice to my house is a joke considering the 50 minute hike uphill, in addition to the trail on which I have to use a machete to pass. I hate to waste food, so I give my leftovers to Ella, my new black lab who actually belongs to the neighbors (but she stays with me every night). My laptop is charged just long enough to watch an episode of Bizarre Foods. It's the only entertainment of the day.

As I wind down, I blow out my lights, climb into bed, carefully placing the mosquito netting all around, and sleep for a solid 6 hours before starting my routine around 4 a.m. all over again.

Sunrise, sunset.

Sun is shining, the weather is sweet

Occupying Time

2011-11-16T05:15:00.000-08:00

To my surprise, I discovered a big box of paint, pens, paper, oil pastels, colored pencils, charcoal and a few blocks of wood for canvas. I found a recorder, some books, journals from past tenants with drawings and poetry. I know I finally have a way to occupy my time when the sun goes down and I'm only left with my thoughts and the stars. Rather than twiddling my thumbs, I can now paint! Many nights have been spent reading about the history of Vieques and the naval occupation during WW11. I also write, draw and paint. I simply watch the sun rise and set.

I am keenly familiar with the sounds of animals during the day and the symphony of sound from the bugs at night. Frogs hop, lizards jump and crawl, cockroaches skitter, mice are eaten by Milton, the cat. Wild horses rustle and stampede in the bushes out front, iguanas weigh heavilly on tree branches, momma and baby birds have their chirping lessons from sunrise to sunset. Crickets scream and mosquitos and bees buzz at polar octives.

The Casita

2011-11-01T08:16:00.000-07:00

When I left Costa Rica, I had not known how it had prepared me for Vieques until I arrived.

I flew out of San Jose with a layover in Ft. Lauderdale and another connection flight to Vieques. While in the San Juan airport in Puerto Rico, I met a New Yorker whose family is from PR. He was visiting for a funeral. His flight was also not for about 8 hours so he invited me to have a couple of drinks on the beach with he and his cousin. He seemed trustworthy enough, so we took a cab and dropped off my bags at his hotel room and headed for a fun local bar that's open 24 hours a day.

After filling our cups, we head to the beach where we find an outdoor restaurant that is closed but has left out their couches in the sand. So we kick off our flip flops and enjoy the full moon with a couple of cold drinks. We walk barefoot through the sand and back to the hotel, both exhausted, and we sleep for a couple of hours before taking a cab back to the airport.

I catch my flight but they miss theirs. My plane is a puddle-jumper with only 8 seats. Just another woman and I are on the plane, so the pilot lets me sit in the co-captain's chair for the 15 minute ride. This is exquisite for me as I had never seen the world from this perspective! The controls seem remedial for such a complicated job. The hills are green, the water glassy, clouds all around.

We arrive at the Vieques airport and upon stepping off the plane, I know I'm in the Caribbean. The warm tropical air, and a new friend, Janet, greet me.

Janet is a wild and generous, friendly woman of about 55. She takes my luggage into her beaten up jeep and we head to the store for food and water for the week. After she and another woman, Carol, sit and talk about where we're from and what we're doing on the island, they drive me up a windy path to the house.

The Casita where I'm house -sitting is not visible at this point. We have to walk another 5 minutes down a narrow path of shrubs, weeds, fallen trees, stones, and dodge erosion where the rain water has washed away the mud. We finally arrive and the valley and ocean view is spectacular! I can see green hills stretch to the ocean, not a neighbor within ear shot; only about ten white homes sprinkled throughout the trees. But when I enter the house, it's a disaster. There are dead lizards, cockroaches and frogs in the dishes, the sink, on the floor and on shelves. About 200 bees are dead, waiting to be swept. They had built their hive in the corner of the living room and had to be exterminated. The hive and the honey comb and bees wax they left were long narrow strands of off-white and honey brown. Janet removes them for me, and we begin to sweep the house, and wiping down counter tops, exposing the quaint white and light green of the interior of the Casita. We open the wide doors leading to the outer deck to freshen the air, and little by little, it starts to feel like home.

After I unload my bags, I start wandering through the Casita, looking through boxes and organizing supplies. There are candles, batteries, lanterns, lights and tools, disinfectants, pots and pans and dishes. I go to use the toilet and realize not only is there no way to flush it, but there is no toilet tank. Knowing that no one in their right mind would walk down my trail to bring me a toilet tank, I come to the realization that I would be going to the bathroom outside every day for the next year. I need to charge my laptop so I decide to take a walk into town. Forty minutes later down a 95 degree paved road, I arrive at Black Beard Sports, a shop that sells camping , kayaking and snorkeling gear, but most importantly, has internet access and a fan for $5 per hour. This is a nice retreat for me, as I have no electricity.

I thought the loss of power every other day in Costa Rica was an inconvenience. I had a flushing toilet, electricity, internet and TV. I think living there was just a little "taste" of the types of weather and bugs I would see here.

Alajuela, Costa Rica

2011-10-11T08:15:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I took a bus into Alajuela, Costa Rica. It´s close to the airport and the hostel offers free shuttle service to San Jose, which is only 5 minutes away. I´m in the bus and it stops about 3 hours outside of Tilaran, where I was house sitting. Everyone starts to get off the bus and I ask the driver if it´s the last stop. He says yes. I get off the bus and I´m dropped on a corner in a small city with loads of vendors, stores selling everything from fruit to hair ties. I ask a cop where the hospital of Alajuela is. He tells me it´s in Alaueja. I realize I´m not in the right town. I ask how to get there, and he quickly speaks, using some hand signals, pointing out where the bus station is. All I need to know is that the bus is red. I follow his signals, following the traffic, looking for the first bus that says Alajuela on the front.

I finally find the bus station, with a 50 pound army bag on my back, a messenger bad and a purse in tote. My neck is killing me and I quickly run to ask the bus driver where the bus to Arajuela is. He points it out to me. I scramble to put my bag into the storage bin beneath the bus. The worker helps me get this monstrous thing off my back as the rest of my luggage straps are tangled and the straps of my tank top are falling off of my sweaty shoulders.

The bag is in, and I jump into the bus, almost as it´s moving, paying the driver for the ticket in Colones. I take a seat next to the window that overlooks the storage beneath (you never know if someone will steal your bag when they get off the bus). I´m sweating from running. I take a deep breath and relax. I realize I don´t know where to get off the bus. When it stops, I go to the front to ask the driver to drop me off at my location, the hospital in Alajuela, so I can catch a cab. But people boarding the bus are first priority, and I move back to my seat. I ask someone how long it will take to reach Alajuela and he tells me 25 minutes. A few minutes later, in a creepy soft voice, he asks me where I´m going. I tell him Alajuela.

Eventually, I see a sign for the hospital and leave the bus, thinking that I am close to my destination. I sit to collect my thoughts. I smoke. I sit with my gigantic bags on the side of the road while people stare at me. I have Gringa written all over me. I finally hail a cab, and get to my destination.

I´m here in Alajueal with the hostel to myself, about to leave for the San Jose airport in 45 minutes. My flight time will be long and probably exhausting. I arrive in Puerto Rico at midnight, then take a flight to the Island of Vieques at 9 a.m. and will arrive at my casita around 10 a.m., and this is where I will reside for the next year.

Should I be ashamed that I´m looking forward to eating at McDonald´s at the airport?

What I learned in Costa Rica

2011-10-08T12:41:00.000-07:00

In the past eleven weeks, I have learned a lot about Pura Vida despite having been locked to the house at all times. This projection is all based on both experience and being told first hand by locals, so don´t get mad.

You can take a stalk of celery if you only want one at the market, have it weighed and pay for only that part. This is brilliant! People here, unlike in South American and other Latin countries, don´t litter much. I´m used to seeing trash all over the roads, and here, they encourage you not to litter. The men have a double-standard when it comes to marriage and relationships. They get to have as many lovers as they want while the wife stays home to clean the house, take care of the kids, and has no prospect of finding a job because her job at home is more important. She doesn´t go out at night with the girls, and should she cheat on her husband, he divorces her.

It´s easy to live off the land, and everyone does it. Mangoes grow, lime, mandarin, pineapples, bananas, passion fruit (maracuja), a bunch of others... They own cows and horses, dogs run wild, howler monkeys croon in the morning, birds of all types are seen and heard. Poisonous snakes are around, alligators are in the lakes, there is nature at every foot step. The people here are very proud of their country. For some reason, they are racist toward Mexicans. They say it´s because Mexicans don´t like Ticos either (Tico is an endearing term for a CR man).

The Costa Rican life, for most people, as I have experienced, and NOT ALL, is to steal. Not much to my surprise, but much to my dismay, people will take every advantage to steal because they can´t afford, or don´t want to spend the money to buy something they want. I haven´t been stolen from, but the house I watched has had 9 experiences with being robbed, despite the cameras, electrical alarms, replaced roofs, fences and locks on every door. They detach the wires, climb through the roof, poison the dogs so they won´t bark, apply for jobs, then steal equipment and sue the owner of the house for not paying them enough to be a ¨guard¨. They will have their friends gang up so that when you hear a noise, you go outside at night to see what it is, and someone comes around the other side of the house. They´re tricky little bastards.

Some are very hard-working, and this doesn´t apply to all Ticos. I have been told by Gringos who have lived there for years that Pura Vida is what people think when they come here on vacation. Real life begins once you live here, then learn to play their games better than they do.

I took a bus to another part of Costa Rica today. It´s close to the airport for my flight out of San Jose and into Puerto Rico. I had to get a cab from my bus stop to the hostel this evening. I knew he was going to rip me off, but I blocked it. I found a cab with another Tica in it, just so I could get a sweeter fare with a double-occupancy ride. He took her to her location first, and when he dropped her off, kept the meter running. She went outside the car to pay him, and I could tell she was giving him what her fare share was. When he returned to the car, he didn´t reset the meter, which is fine, as long as what I pay reflects a fair price for the distance. I asked him if he was going to reset the timer and he said not to worry about it. RIGHT. So I watched it as her cab fare and mine climbed. When we finally got to my destination (which was close, and I had already asked a local what the cab fare should be) I told him what I would pay him. He told me I´m too smart. That´s because I took cabs for 6 years in San Francisco, and although they seem to be much more honest there, I know what they´re up to.

The beautiful parts of Costa Rica is the open-arm policy of the people wanting to teach you about their culture. I had a wonderful local dish prepared by our maid, and I returned the favor with a Brazilian dish. She made fried platanos and cheese, steak with onions, black beans, rice and sausage. It was divine.... freshly patted tortillas covered with palm fronds for warmth eaten out in the backyard in the sun over-looking Lake Arenal on a warm day with bugs buzzing and dogs happily lying in the grass.... this will be one of my most amazing memories.

Speaking of which, one day, my driver, Luis, was taking me home from a hike to town. We saw thirty-something white herons flapping around one spot on the lake. They were right next to the red-soil shore, plucking the water and we knew there were a lot of fish that day. Simple moments like when those cutter ants were in a single-file line carrying pink flower petals across the green algae-covered stones are priceless. When I heard the howler monkeys for the first time, that echoing howl that blows across the lake.... AMAZING. Even the drum circle, which was so mysterious at first, that I could only hear before a storm from across the lake, when it was dusk, and placid... it turned out to be a high school band but nonetheless, it was magical.

The chicken coop was the bane of my existence because it was difficult to get used to how unimaginably filthy chickens are with their poop everywhere, dirt splattered, not to mention the smell, the possibility of finding a chicken embryo when going to crack an egg for breakfast. The reward was getting a baby chicken and watching it run around the pen squeaking, and seeing the mom so closely monitoring its every move.

Best part of Costa Rica? Being in absolute solitude with simple duties, and only the weekly visits from a selected few. Having the opportunity to relish in the natural beauty and silence of a world apart from city life is a gift. I will always be grateful for the time I spent learning, being responsible for someone else´s life and loved ones, and moving forward and upward is more than I imagined.

Now, since I have this entire hostel to myself in Alajuela (5 mins from the San Jose airport), I´m going to have a drink and maybe a can of black beans and enjoy my last night in Costa Rica. Until Puerto Rico!

Glamorous Life

2011-09-26T11:34:00.000-07:00

What a glamorous life I have . . .putting on high rubber boots to feed chickens in their crap-filled dens, scrubbing their filthy water bowls (what are they doing in there?), taking their eggs, scrubbing the algae off of dog water bowls ah . . . the Pura Vida life. I kid. I love love love every moment here. Just thought it was a funny visual because that's what ACTUALLY happens every day. Let's get real.

2 weeks left in Pura Vida

2011-09-26T04:58:00.000-07:00

Then it's off to Puerto Rico! I initially planned to just live in Costa Rica, making a bit of money on the side and house sitting. Turns out, there is a better house sitting opportunity in Puerto Rico. I will be caring for a casita on the small island of Veiques just off the East shore of the main island. This is a free trade assignment that will end in September of 2012.

I have really enjoyed taking care of the chickens and dogs and property, taking in the beauty of Lake Arenal, the volcano, waking up to the sounds of howler monkeys, birds, bugs hissing, and roosters. I watch amazing lightning and thunder storms, see huge poisonous frogs, snakes dangling from trees, beautiful lush mountains and trees that line the road to town, people riding their horse on the dirt roads that lead to town, workers cutting crops with machetes and being in total isolation.

Old Mexico blog I found!

2011-09-17T07:27:00.000-07:00

well, i have been in mexico for about a week and have two to go.
nicole and i arrived in puerto vallarta and right away, found a place
to exchange our dollars and let us sleep for the night. it was so
funny getting used to the peso. $10 = 100 pesos, so when we went to
pay for the room, we gave the woman at the counter 40 pesos (still
thinking in dollars) and she looked at us, looked at the money, and
didn´t know what to say. we were basically trying to get the room for
$4. we laughed pretty hard at that one.
anyway, puerto vallarta is a pretty big city and when you fly in, you
see huge mountains, dense with jungle, and a coastline filled with
highrise resorts...
we stayed at the smaller, more local end of town, without the
pollution of the resorts, swimming pools and expensive gringo bars.
we got some beer and watched the sunset on the water from the beach,
played some pool and slept through a wonderful thunderstorm. (it has
rained every day we have been here, but it comes with a powerful
applause and leaves in no time). we went to breakfast the next
morning and i ordered something i had never heard of (chiliquiles)
just to be surprised. i ended up having tortilla chips with hot sauce
for breakfast. as you can imagine, i was pretty hungry for some fruit
when i left. we only spent one night as we wanted to move to a more
low key beach.

from puerto vallarta, we took a windy but beautiful busride down the
west coast mainland and through the dense jungle walls to melaque, a
small beach town with a few palapa (thatched roof) restaurants. we
walked around town until we found our accommodations for a few nights,
a bungalow (more like a studio apt.) just a five minute walk from
town. it was nice to have a fridge to store beer. we had a balcony
and watched the storm, and spent a lot of time getting tan on the
beach the rest of the day. an iguana made an appearance within 5 or
ten feet of our balcony and we watched him lay on the ledge, taking in
the sun. we were also greeted by a bug/animal that was as big as my
thumb, not including the wings. we screamed like little girls and
ended up mace-ing and bug spraying it until he didn´t have a chance to
walk anymore. we ate the biggest, freshest oysters on the beach-- 50
cents each! mmmm drizzled with lime and salt and hot sauce....it´s a
beautiful thing. the people working the restaurant say that since
oysters are an aphrodisiac and the owner is so old, he has to eat 24
to get a pistole (erection)...we all laughed.
we walked along the beach to this abandoned shack/restaurant on a
cliff. it was amazing. it had views of all the town and shoreline.
it was a rundown bar, accessible via a windy staircase, and had
treetrunks and palm fronds for walls. melaque has been one of our
favorite towns.

after melaque, we took another busride down the coast to manzanillo,
one of the oldest port towns in mexico, pop 130,000. what a dirty
city! by the way, mexico is the dirtiest country i have ever
traveled. twenty minutes after a shower, i feel as if i haven´t
showered for a week! the tackiness of my skin and the dirty in the
air, combined with having to cratch my mosquito bites, makes my
fingernails dirty and my clothes sticky. mexico is not for the
squeamish or priss. it´s dirty, smelly and cheap.....but we can use
them for their beaches; those that are not polluted. the people here
are incredibly helpful and we have had many encounters with men :)
wanting to show us around. i had one scary moment when an old man in
a restaurant grabbed my wrist so i wouldn´t leave. i pulled away, and
he followed me out as if he were to stop me from leaving. he was
drunk , but we were not, so nicole and i scrammed, a little shaken.
we explored manzanillo´s boardwalk, watching all the cargo boats come
and go. we only stayed for one day. there was no swimming and we
wanted to be on a beach.

so....another busride later, with someone playing the guitar and
panflute, we arrive in playa nexpa (pronounced nespa). we are in
paradise!! we stayed in a makeshift tool shed the first night because
it was cheap. we got about three hours of sleep due to the bugs and
crabs (!) in our palapa. yes, there were sneaky little crabs with
their big buggy eyeballs, scurrying across our floor. we kept the
light on so that we wouldn´t step on them in the middle of the night.
we were awakened in the morning by roosters outside our door. we
decided to spend ten extra dollars and we hooked ourselves up with the
sweetest bungalow right on the beach! there are wild horses on the
beach here (we took photos of them mating) and there are lots of
surfers......mostly mexican and brazilian.
the surf here is insane and we have befriended many of the locals.
last night, we were invited to a beach bonfire and they gave us
tequila with pineapple juice...the real deal. i was the only chick
playing soccer with our brazilian and mexican friends (and a few
kids). i played goalie and i rocked. i´m so sore today! hahaha!!!
man, our place is great. we have a few hammocks outside, beneath the
palm roof. it´s like 90 degrees, and people just come over and hang
out and chill with us. we have a.c. and are very comfortable at night
with just lizards in our room.
we hitched a ride from a couple friends yesterday and found a road
that supposedly led to a waterfall where we could swim. we got to the
end of the road and didn´t see anything, so we asked the local family,
and their two boys told us to follow them. we walked about fifteen
minutes up this really dangerous jungle wall (seriously dangerous) and
found ourselves at a fresh waterfall with a pool for swimming! the
kids just played with us and we swam around. the water was perfect;
cool and deep. the rocks were slippery with algae and everything was
wild with ivy draped over tree limbs like crystals on a chandelier.
on the way back down, we saw papaya and mango trees everywhere! our
friends byron and tim, who spoke great spanish, gave the boys a tip
and they gave us a bunch of mangos! the father of the family told us
we could visit anytime and that we are his friends. the hospitality
is just like no other place i have been (besides brazil of course) and
families are important. (you know the legal age to marry here is 12?)
we had so much fun just taking off for that adventure, not knowing
where we were going or how we were going to find it.....so worth it!

so now we are planning our trip to zihuatanejo and then down to puerto
escondido, an epic surf spot where there will be competitions.
surfers from all over the world travel there (it´s like their mecca)
and women flock from all over the world to meet surfers. it should be
really chill and lively at the same time. nicole is an open,
adventurous traveler with insurmountable patience and tolerance of my
moodiness. i couldn´t have asked for a better companion for this
trip.

overall, i have to say mexico is ripe, hospitable, available, raw,
dangerous, spoiled by pollution and obtrusive gringo buildings, and
totally worth visiting once. where there is beauty here, there is
also a pile of plastic waste that has been dumped by someone local. a
friend here told us that his new catch phrase for mexico is ¨never
trust a fart in mexico¨. i have to agree.

so, we celebrated our last night in playa nexpa by getting drunk with some gypsies and locals. big surprise right...so there were about 6 or 7 of us. one of our friends knows my next door neighbor, which is odd....our other friend was featured in a novela -soap opera- as a rescuer in the ocean. he was able to buy a new surfboard for 5 days of work. we have nicknamed him mowgli because of the way he shimmied up a palm tree like a monkey and cut down about 5 coconuts for us. ---------he was truly the mancub of the evening, the local young surfer who lived in a brick hut with only three walls and a couple blankets and bottled water....such a simple and attractive existence------ then, the dutch couple we met filled those coconuts with rum. it became a wonderful tropical sensation they call ¨coco loco¨. coconut water and any liquor would be considered coco loco. after we devoured the inside of the fruit, they cut down some more and this time, we added tequila. my GOD did i pay for that the next day, but it was sooooo worth it. we met some really enlightened cats who had been traveling for a long time and befriended like-minded people like us. they were true nomads, not the kind that wear the rebel suit and hang out in the upper haight in san francisco.

next, we took a bus down to zihuatanejo. our stay was brief, two days, but we stayed in a beautiful apt. with a view of the hills and the colorful houses perched upon it. unfortunately, the beaches were very polluted. the one we landed at was one of the 16 dirtiest in all of mexico , based on an environmental survey. they don´t show you the trash on the shores in the guidebooks. we went down to where the fishermen were taking in their morning catch, and we negotiated a twenty dollar boat ride for as long as we wanted, out in the bay. we were in paradise again. we ordered beer and food and spent all day skipping around the ixtapa-zihua bay until sunset. we even caught a fish, but released it out of fear of getting sick from the polluted water.

after zihua, we took an overnight bus through acapulco and down to puerto escondido, where we are staying until tomorrow. puerto escondido, my friends, will make you fall in love with the ocean. i´m not even a surfer but the waves are so beautiful and clear, each one so unique, that i just can´t stop looking at them. i will never tire of looking at the ocean here. the waves are about 15 to 20 feet high and break in both directions. there are always surfers and body boarders out, but the lifeguard calls them in when a storm hits. today, we saw some body boarders being towed out into the water for some big waves. it started to downpour and the remainder of the people in the water were towed in by a jetskiier. the attitude here is very chill, and where we have stayed, there have been many groups of surfers and ocean lovers. it´s a one-street-attraction town. the rest of the city is pretty much like any other town with banks, restaurants, gas stations, construction and skinny wandering dogs with swollen nipples and saggy balls...haha. there are so many starving dogs and cats here. they just follow you around and wait for food and sit next to your table at the open air restaurants, hoping for a handout.

yesterday, we went for a boat ride and saw sea turtles mating in the ocean. it was spectacular. there are no exclamation points on this keyboard, otherwise i would use them....the males have hooks on their front legs so they can hold onto the female´s shell. so this is the one month of the year they mate ,and they do it in the water for 6 to 8 hrs then in a month, will lay their eggs on the beach. those eggs are protected by the turtle lover people, whatever they´re called... we also saw dolphins, manta ray, and sea snakes. that was fun, and we didn´t even have to pay because we were supposed to fish and they screwed up the booking.

so tomorrow, we will fly back to puerto vallarta and spend time visiting the beaches just north of there. it should be fun in the sun again. my tan is bronze and beautiful, although i will probably die of skin cancer one day. my language and body language skills are improving, and i am even learning how to get what i want by using a smile and some eye contact. who knew....

After flying into Puerto Vallarta, we got a place and took the first bus to a beach about an hour north called Puntal Mita. It was a total disappointment, so I won´t talk about it much. We layed on the small rocky beach, full of kids and vendors, for about an hour, and took the bus back to Puerto. The real fun began when we did some free TEQUILA TASTING! Nicole bought some good tequila too...the thing is, tequila is considered good when it´s 100% agave, the plant from which it is extracted. So, when you buy El Jimador or Don Juan or Don Julio or whatever, it has been saturated with water by about 50-70%! The difference can really be tasted if you sip it. There is also no hangover from good tequila.

Next, we celebrated Nicole´s last night at a rad Cuban restaurant that had graffiti covering every pillar, wall, lampshade, table and napkin holder. There was live Cuban music and they served the best Mojitos and fried plantains. We walked the boardwalk, saw 4 acrobats swinging around a flagpole upside down, and watched the sunset. I took Nicole to the airport the next day and have been alone ever since. I went south about 45 minutes and this is a brief synopsis of what I experienced when I first arrived in Boca de Tomatlan, the mouth of the river that flows into the ocean:

Arriving in Boca via local bus, I walk down the main path of stone and shacks on either side, each having vendors selling goods that a passerby may need. Knowing there aren´t any accommodations listed in my handy Lonely Planet book, I´m thinking about where to stay. There´s a market, and I ask the woman inside how I can find a cheap room. I emphasize it must be cheap. She leads me to a house, goes up the stairs to retrieve keys. I follow her past a pen with two small dogs and a rooster. She leads me down a cold, dark corridor and opens the latch on the second door on the right. I go inside and it´s a jail cell, all cement floor and walls, with a twin bed and a shower over the toilet. Tweety bird will be the fresh sheets. It is only $15 but it´s a lot considering its condition. It is also the only accommodation in Boca.

I pay for the room and go out into this small town for a couple drinks, and immediately meet Fide, a crusty old local who drinks tequila from dawn to dusk. He´s crazy. He speaks 7 languages and has 5 kids from 4-38 years old, all from different women. His father was a drug Nazi in the army and his mother, 83, keeps inviting him to live with her in Mexico City. He offers me a couple swigs of his tequila and continues to try to get me drunk. I ask him how he knows so many languages and he says "me so horny". Ha ha! After he asks if I have had work done on my breasts, I decide it´s time to move along. I eat a plate of nachos (about the only thing my poor body can handle at this point in my trip) at an upstairs, open air restaurant.

It started to pour, beginning with a blast of wind that blew over umbrellas and leaves across the corrugated roofs of the shacks. The water on the river Tomatlan was ripping and flowing like when wind hits tall grass. The fisherman were walking their motorboats through shallow water, I assume, to a safer spot. The kids below the restaurant were splashing barefoot in the running water that formed on the dirt roads. People moved their cars and a man carried two bails of hay into his boat to be used on a house under construction. When the rain finally subsides enough to walk, I go back to my cell.

I am here in this cell and I want my mommy and daddy, or better yet, someone to come home to make love to. I miss civilization. I want something other than a cement floor and walls. I will make the most of this and I remind myself that this is what it´s all about...experience, gratitude, most of all, gratitude.

P.S. The top sheet on my bed might be a table runner.

From Boca, I went to a part of Mexico, only accessible by boat. I arrived in Yelapa and found a place to stay, only $20 per night, and a comfy, open air, second floor studio, equipped with mosquito netting and my own bathroom. Those little crabs are slippery fuckers. He made his way all the way upstairs into my bathroom! Scared the life out of me when I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night...he skittered along the table where I kept my toothbrush! I spent two nights and three days. I mostly layed on the beach and tried to make the most out of the rest of my trip...the thing is, since Nicole has been gone, I have been getting hit on like crazy, because I am traveling alone. Everyone seems to think I need a Mexican boyfriend and I keep getting invited to dance and have drinks with people....believe me, not the type of person I would feel safe going out with....I am not complaining, just saying I am ready to be able to sit alone and not be bothered.

That being said, I am SOOOOOOOO looking forward to coming home. I miss my cat. I miss clean water, fresh, drinkable water. Toilet paper, my clean bed and sheets, English, fruit and veggies, a new standard of clean......my own shower with a washrag, new soap that doesn´t have someone´s pubes on it...seriously, I was shown two dirty rooms. One was in Playa Nexpa. We walk in, and the beds are not made, there are about 15 empty beer cans and bottles and cans on the table, and in the toilet, there is diarreah!!!! GROSS! All in all, I have had an enlightening experience and my memories cannot really be put into words. This is just the liner note.

I lied... and cooking and lifestyle in Pura Vida

2011-09-05T19:57:00.000-07:00

Being in somewhat solitude DOES make one think. With access to Facebook, it allows you to keep in touch with people. Living in a house that's stocked like a bomb-shelter allows creativity, if the owner lets you use her supplies.

How does one end up where I am? How do I end up not working for a year or two on end?
#1. I work while I'm not traveling.
#2. mindmyhouse.com It gives you access to houses all over the world with owners who are looking for people to care for them for free. France, the Philippines, the Caribbean, wherever. I can't promote this site enough. And no, I'm not getting paid.
#3. There is a lifestyle change that has to take place, just as one changes when he/she wants to lose weight. It's not about what you can give up for a while. It's what you need to be fulfilled.

Could you live as a vagrant? I could live with running water, toilet paper and access to food. I'm exaggerating. You don't have to live as a vagrant to travel on a budget. You just have to give up the things that made you fulfilled before you realized that travel is the number one, with a bullet, way you want to spend your time.

Other people could have saved money all of their young lives to retire and buy a house in the Bahamas. I applaud anyone who has the patience to do that because it takes integrity, commitment, a bit of planning and sacrifice as well. But as a person with not much money, who will never be able to buy a house because I spend my money on travel, and will probably have to live as a fugitive, traveling with every last penny is the best thing I have ever done with my life.

The other day, I had a home-cooked Costa Rican meal. It was your basic rice, black beans, fried plantanes and fried cheese and steak with onions, but the woman who cooked for me (my house keeper) made tortillas out of a kind of instant masa and cooked them over my burner, then tore banana leaves from the garden and roasted them over the fire, then used them to keep the tortillas warm. These are the things that interest me. You don't see that living in the States.

I am learning about the "Pura Vida" lifestyle here. The people here are happy, which is why you don't see many CR immigrants in the States. The economy is good here, they work about 7 hours a day, it's beautiful and rent and housing is cheap. You can rent a place here for $160 a month. The food and sundries are not much cheaper than in the U.S. but you can live off of the beautiful land, which is what makes Costa Rica astounding. People raise cattle and use horses for transportation, along with cars and scooters. There are mango trees, coffee trees, fish to be caught and game to be hunted. This is a land of opportunity and it's a well-kept secret.

I just ate a huge grasshopper that I caught and fried. Not totally bad.

Irony

2011-09-01T05:57:00.000-07:00

Last night, in the dark buzz of this wild place, I heard a distant drum circle echoing off the Lake Arenal. I lived in San Francisco for years and there would be a drum circle every day at Golden Gate park on "hippie hill". This never really appealed to me because it just reminded me of 20-something upper-middle class street urchins who don't want to get a job and spend other peoples' money getting high and getting tatoos and piercings just to spend another day peddling, getting high and being annoying, then going home to their Upper Haight Street apartment that costs $3000, a price tag I could never afford on my hard-earned budget. You can see I am a bit biased, and I'll accept that.

But in the dark of night, with a buzz of insects, bird chirps and howler monkeys, sitting in a remote house in solitude, knowing it will be a 2 hour walk over rocky dirt roads just to get to the nearest "town", hearing the beat of drums across a placid lake is surreal. I wonder who they are and what they're doing while they're beating their drums. Are they just getting high? Is there a ceremony? Is there a Shaman? Is there any healing power to it? And how could I be included? I don't see lights, I just hear the sound. I'm so curious because it's the second time I've heard the drums, and hearing something I cannot see, of course peaks my interest. I have no kayak, no boat. Since Lake Arenal is filled with alligators, my teaspoon of cleansing is untouchable. How ironic.

solitude

2011-09-01T05:42:00.000-07:00

For 17 years, I did what psychologists and bartenders do: listen to peoples' problems all day. Only I did it while doing their hair. At the end of the day, all I want to do is come home and be with my own thoughts.

But these thoughts that couldn't escape throughout the day kept me from sleeping. The mind needs time to assess life, to recap the day, etc. If that time is not available during the day, it will take what it needs when it can. For this, I had always had sleeping problems. I couldn't get to sleep, I would wake up and my mind would run. I couldn't even dream of taking a mid-day nap.

Since I've been in Costa Rica for three weeks with no one to talk to, I have slept better than I have in my entire life. Even as a child, I was a morning person, and I still am, waking up at 6-6:30 a.m. I have the time I so dearly need to just be alone, without anyone needing something from me, without the phone ringing, not seeing more than two or three people for weeks. I kind of imagined I could be this content, which is why I seek solitude. I'm not exploding with creativity and I'm not going to come up with the next theory of evolution. It's simple. Even though the thousands and thousands (yes, thousands) of people I have met in the 17 years of doing hair have given me wisdom, growth, enriched my life and given me humility with their stories of where they come from and who they have become, I am not afraid of dying alone because I would want to stay with myself for eternity. Does that make me a narcissist?

It's 5 a.m.

2011-08-27T04:19:00.000-07:00

I'm awake because the dogs like to bark at random animals and things on the road. It's good that they pay attention because they protect the property but my sleeping schedule is rearranged, along with being in total seclusion.

I turn the hot water fuse to "on" and hope for a hot shower a few hours from now. I can hear the hens calling for the sunrise and I check all the dog bowls for food and water. Later, I'll go out and check on the chicken eggs. Life here is simple. The sun rises, the sun sets. I speak to no one, I learn more Spanish from TV, I bask in my own thoughts and the sun. I cook fresh food, I bathe the dogs, I pull weeds and water the plants. Is there anything to blog about?

Thoughts

2011-08-26T03:28:00.001-07:00

I have heard people say that when you're in seclusion, you are left with your thoughts, as if it's a contemplative time, a reflective opportunity. I haven't been thinking much, to be honest. I have been taking care of 11 chickens, six dogs, keeping the plants in the yard healthy and enjoying the view while listening to the TV in the background to improve my Spanish.

I am all alone in a place that is a two hour climb over rocky hills to get to town to buy food and sundries. I know four people here; my cab driver, the gardener, the maid and the woman who watches the house while I go to town with the driver. I've been invited by the gardener to have dinner with his family. He's 18 but I'm looking forward to his mother's Costa Rican cooking. The following week, I will make a Brazilian dish for her.

I have been taking some fun video footage along the way. It will be a part of the low-budget narrative film about traveling solo on a shoestring budget. I wonder where the term "shoestring budget" comes from. I could google it, but it's more fun to imagine someone carrying a wad of cash by a shoestring, or having their cash in their shoes so they have to untie them to get to it. Or what if people used to be so poor that they couldn't buy shoestrings, or they sold them on the street for extra cash, or traded them for food? Wow. That was a waste of time. And I told you I wasn't thinking. What can I say? It's 4:35 in the morning and I was awaken by the dogs barking. I went to look outside and almost stepped on a poisonous frog the size of my fist. That woke me up.

The thing with all the animals and critters here is that I always feel like something is crawling on me. I hear insects buzzing, see wasps and beetles and moths stuck inside the house, trying to get out through the window (they're so stupid) and sadly, I just let them die. I don't like to interfere with nature. If you're going to come into my house, unless you can kill me, I'm just going to let you die. Then I sweep their bodies off the floor once a week. With that comes piles of dog hair.

Speaking of dogs, bathing them is fun. They hate it so I have to tie them up outside so they'll stay still. They are pretty subservient to me because I give them rewards. Besides, what is better than getting a massage on a beautiful cliff in Costa Rica in the sun? Being doused with cold water. The dogs love me. They really do. They protect the house and I. I'm sure they won't remember me when I leave. I wish I could live so "in the moment". Like a dog.

The beetles are flapping around me, my internet connection is gone, the hens are screaming for the sunrise, and I have nothing left to say for today.

new stuff

2011-08-24T05:19:00.000-07:00

I have not met many people because I stay at the house all the time, which is totally fine for me. The people I meet are my driver, the gardener, the maid and the house-sitter (for when my driver takes me to town). I am asked where I learned to speak Spanish, to which I reply, "first, school, then language-learning CD's, TV, Argentina, Chile, Spain, Mexico, then add the mixed Portuguese vocabulary and you have my Spanish." They reply, "oh".

I was invited to dinner with a Costa Rican family here. I can't wait! I'm going to cook Brazilian food and they're cooking a traditional CR meal which is going to be most likely the same as what I'm cooking which is rice, black beans and meat.

I awoke to the sound of howler monkeys and cayotes. It's really invigorating to live in such a wild place! Tending to chickens, caring for 6 dogs, keeping the yard watered and being constantly on guard for potential thieves is a job, believe it or not. I'm loving my experience here and am grateful every day I am able to sit and look at this beautiful view and be in this beautiful place where every day is a perfectly warm temperature and the rain is cooling, making all the scents of the earth come alive.

On lockdown

2011-08-17T03:49:00.000-07:00

I'm in the Northwestern part of the country of Costa Rica. My time here in the small village of Tilaran is waged in Colones, the national currency. I have not spent much money since I've been here. I have only spent it on groceries I buy at the market just a 30 minute car ride away. How is this possible? With mindmyhouse.com, I found Terrilynn, a woman who wants to get back to the States for a while and is looking for someone to watch over her house, her 6 dogs and tend to her chickens.

I arrived a week ago, and I am situated on the lake Arenal, a 20 mile lake whose only road to town is a rocky dirt trail. Terrilynn tells me that her house has been robbed several times. I guess it's a way of life here. So I am here to protect her house and her possessions while she's away.

The weather here is warm and a bit humid, with daily rain that lasts about an hour. It's cloudy and there's a constant buzz in the air from the sacaidas, birds, howler monkeys and many insects. The night chirps with the sounds of animals, and the days are lazy. Most of my time is spent keeping in contact with friends on the internet, drawing, watching TV and tending to the animals. My Spanish is improving as I talk to the driver, the maid and the gardener once a week. Life is rough.

My plans are to stay here for ten weeks, then leave my things and run to Nicaragua to ensure my stay here without a visa. From there, I may continue traveling throughout Central America, maybe go to El Salvador for the New Year and hit Honduras and Guatemala. My time in Costa Rica ends when I fly out in May of 2012. At that point, I will stay in San Francisco, Ca. for 6 days, then it's off to Puerto Rico. I don't know what awaits. I just know that these are the things I have to do to lead an unimaginable fulfilling life.

New Digs

2011-08-11T09:17:00.000-07:00

I am here in Costa Rica on the lake of Arenal on the Northwest coast.
I am living in a house that belongs to an American woman who is going back to Dallas for a few months. All my living expenses are paid. The dream is to live and work and travel indefinitely. Indefinitely.

I am not near the ocean really. It's 2.5 hours away by car. I plan to leave my things at the house and travel in late October so as not to overstay my allotted time here (90 days). I don't have a visa so I will only be able to stay in the country for 90 days. From there, I will have to cross another country for 24 hours to renew my stay here.

Life is beautiful. There are birds, howler monkeys, poisonous snakes and frogs, a lake to fish on (no matter how much I fail, I will try, try again). I live with 6 dogs who protect me and my landlady ave me 2 machetes so I can attack anyone who tries to enter the house (Seriously).

Safe in Costa Rica

2011-08-10T07:03:00.001-07:00

It's day three in Costa Rica! I flew out of SFO, had a stop over in Houston and then a short skip to Liberia airport welcomed me.

The driver picks me up at the airport and drives me 2.5 hours away to a small tropical town of Tronadora, near the Volcano Arenal in the Northwestern region of the country. I am greeted by windy dirt roads flocked with lush vegetation, coffee and palm trees, birds, and a huge lake, of which I have a view.

We pull up to the house on a hill that overlooks the Arenal lake and volcano. 6 dogs are barking but loving as I step out of the car. Terrilynn, the woman who owns the house, gives me a hug and takes me inside. She shows me to my room and around the property. It's stunning. Surrounded by flowers, a little zen garden, a chicken coop, sweeping views of the lake and land, and a fresh yard of grass lets me know I have arrived.

The first day, I drink the water. I am told it comes from spring water. There is no chlorine. I immediately get sick. I believe in drinking the water. I have been drinking it for 3 days and have no other symptoms. My first meal is a ham and cheese sandwich I made from groceries I purchased at the market in town. It's a 7K hike to town, so I have to stock up. After going to bed quite early, I wake up refreshed and headed down to the lake to fish.

I take Taco, one of the dogs, because I am told there are poisonous snakes on the grassy trail leading down to the point where I will fish. I collect my supplies; just a simple spool of line, a tackle box with hooks and lures and an ice chest full of ice, should I catch any fish. I am told this is how the Ticos (Costa Rican men) fish.

Up hot and windy dirt hills, and down that grassy trail, with Taco walking ahead, I arrive at the point with my rubber boots, ready to toss the line into the water. I spin it like a lasso and let it out. But the wind is too strong and blows my hook baited with chicken back to shore. I try again, and the line is stuck on the side button of my pants. I try again, this time, holding the line away from my pants. It blows back. I try again, this time, adding extra weight. It still only makes a ten foot distance. I try again, and at this point, Taco is trying to eat the chicken on the hook. I tie Taco's leash to the heavy ice chest, and throw another line. Taco comes running, and since I hadn't thought to zip up the ice chest, when it tips over, all the ice spills out and the chest comes dragging across the mud, with Taco pulling it with a big smile, eager to get the chicken.

At this point, I just sit and stare at the two fishermen who are just offshore, most likely laughing at this Gringa. But I try, try again. To no avail . . . So I head back after about an hour and return to the house, enjoy the storm that rolls in over the lake, cooling me off and keeping the bugs away. I sleep well and wake up to another beautiful view of Costa Rica's mountains, the sounds of monkeys, different types of birds, sacaidas, squeals of animals I cannot see. I am told there are also poisonous snakes that come onto the property and I'm given a 3 foot machete to kill them. At night, Terrilynn goes out onto the grass and picks something up and throws it over the edge of the brush. She says there are poisonous frogs (frogs, my ass. They're the size of my fist!) So she picks them up and discards them. You have to do it quickly or your hand will burn.

My internet connection is slow, taking 4 hours to upload 15 second videos, and I realize I left my camera in San Francisco. I haven't had contact with many people, as I am in a very remote area. I will be living here for ten weeks, guarding the property while the owner is away. Then, I will leave most of my things and travel around Costa Rica and through Central America. My plans are to volunteer on a sustainable farm with waterfalls, horses, chickens and a greenhouse here in CR, then I'm onto Honduras, Nicaragua, Panama and Ecuador.

I promise to upload videos ASAP!

9 days and counting . . .

2011-07-29T07:38:00.000-07:00

I will be in beautiful Costa Rica in nine days! I have been in regular contact with Terrillyn, the woman who owns the house I will be sitting. I will be on "lock-down", as I am to remain present at the house at all times in case there are squatters or thieves. I have to admit, I'm shitting my pants a bit. There are some alligators in the lake and lots of ants that bite. There are, however, locks on the windows and doors.

I am allowed to leave the house once a week to go to town to buy food and such, when the gardener comes to work. Other than that, I will be working diligently on producing the best photos and the most interesting video footage I can find for the narrative film "Solo Female Budget Traveler".

After this ten week assignment, I will use Terrillyn's house as a home base to explore the rest of Costa Rica, of course, on a budget, and then continue to other parts of Central America for more budget travel footage and substantial information.

Here is the "pilot" I am using to raise funds for my project on kickstarter.com

http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/734520629/the-solo-female-budget-traveler

Enjoy! Thanks for your support, and please do tell your friends about my project!

30 days and counting...

2011-07-08T11:53:00.000-07:00

I will be flying into Liberia airport in Costa Rica in 30 days! I'm very excited and humbled at the opportunity to build this informational documentary on the Solo Female Budget Traveler. If anyone would like to contribute funds to this operation, please do! I will give rewards such as postcards, local artifacts, art, and even some sand, salt, spices and other local ingredients in a vile while traveling. Please visit paypal.com and find my username which is reginafromrio to donate funds. Even $5 will help!!

the new pollution

2011-07-07T15:45:00.001-07:00

i will be moving to costa rica in a month to make an informative documentary on how to be a solo budget traveler. there will be tips on how to prepare, how to afford it, how to live for free, how to pack, how to meet locals, what you should know before going, etc. video and photos to come!

Boom! And Life Happens

2011-06-17T17:53:00.000-07:00

So I got my TEFL certification (teaching English as a foreign language). This opens that door, or window if you will nyuck nyuck. I've been doing hair from home and researching Costa Rica and Brazil (again) for jobs teaching English. I am also looking into opening a beach-side restaurant. That would most likely happen in Brazil since I own dual-citizenship.

This time, I'm going to make a plan.

I will have saved enough money to go to a new place, find work and start a new adventure.

I met a traveler one time who asked me if I was running away from something. He always assumed people were running away, and that is what the majority of people would think, who don't have a passion for travel, or who don't understand the sacrifice it takes for one to leave the consumerism of America to pursue something of more relevance. I'll get off my high horse now.

What I'm saying is that you have to make every moment of life what you want it to be.

rock pancakes

2011-06-03T21:30:00.000-07:00

https://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=487863616166

sometimes i feel like this...

2011-04-18T11:28:00.001-07:00

"I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter, scraped over too much bread." -Bilbo Baggins

update

2011-04-07T11:04:00.000-07:00

now netflix bills me as both a "sentimental foreign drama" lover and a "quirky romantic independent" so i think they're pretty right on with those guesses.

"God's whore!"

2011-04-07T09:32:00.001-07:00

it's been a while since i've blogged about anything. to be honest, there's nothing exciting going on in my life besides personal things that are not really my intention to share in a public forum. now, i'm going to negate everything i just said.

i've been painting, reading, working on my brazil book which is 9 chapters in. more importantly, i've been doing publishing research. that's the most important part of my book writing so far, and will be expensive. i don't foresee it happening in the next year. i see it happening two years out. i will be going to cabo san lucas for a friend's wedding in july and i plan to take a trip to spain again after august.

i have been watching a lot of netflix movies. according to netflix, i am a "cerebral romantic". so here are few of my recent favorites:

broken english
breaking upwards
easy a
anything woody allen
anything with parker posey
500 days of summer

favorite movies i could watch over and over?
50 first dates
the royal tenenbaums
lajette
a man and a woman
plein soleil (my favorite movie, #1 with a bullet)
lord of the rings (1 and 2--not 3 so much)

movies i'm ashamed of liking:
fever pitch (jimmy fallon ... he's so dreamy. and drew barrymore, total goddess)
ten things i hate about you

to punctuate this non-sequitur, i'll start by saying that i have a short attention span. i haven't the patience to finish a project from start to finish without having something on the back burner. it took me three months to read eat pray love, partly because it was a boring book that was talked up, and partly because i don't really enjoy reading stories. i like to read reference books like the world atlas and leonardo's notebooks, the portuguese dictionary, and 1,000 things to see before you die. suffering through the pages of a book i thought would be a little more intelligent and a lot more inspiring took a while. in the meantime, i managed to get a job offer examining the social networking trends in brazil. it still hasn't come to fruition, so i won't go into detail about that.

i have also been researching how to submit travel articles to smaller publications to launch a full-time passion into a possible new career path. i'm starting small, taking baby steps, but thinking big. my ultimate dream is to write for conde naste. they have offices all over the world, and the possibility of traveling and writing about it and actually making money is almost an impossible dream. i have an art degree, but realized that i would never want to rely on making art to make a living. turning a hobby into a full time job is not wise. i don't love it enough to make my livelihood rely on it, and frankly, i'm not that great of an artist.

i have been doing hair for 17 years and i do love my job. i also want to do something that challenges me more, gets me outdoors exploring and absorbing, being with myself a little more, being introspective, but also meeting new and interesting people. i do meet interesting people all the time doing hair, and i like that aspect. but i long for change, something new to learn, to grow from. and so travel is where i find that nourishment that keeps life fulfilling in a mad world of suffering and paycuts, tsunamis, abortion, legal battles, etc.

i have been told i have high blood pressure.

did you know there's a "dirty italian" book? stay with me. this gets better. you can learn dirty phrases in italian. when my french friend and i were learning spanish together, one of our books was a dirty spanish book with the same idea. so we learned some dirty phrases, most of which i have forgotten. i told her i had to know all the french cuss words. she taught them to me, cause after all, that's the first thing you learn in any language. it was the first thing i learned in portuguese. i know how to say "suck my cock" "pussy" "mother fucker" and "son of a bitch" in portuguese. my spanish cuss words aren't up to par. i know "bastard" and "son of a bitch" and "suck my balls: (or ball for cancer victims) and
in french,

let me just say the french have the BEST cuss words ever! they have words like "god's whore". add blasphemy to any cuss word and you have an exclamation point (!)

well, that pretty much catches us up.

New Year's Eve in Taipei

2011-02-03T11:34:00.001-08:00

each year, i have a goal to spend new year's eve in a different country. i have experienced madrid, munich, and rio de janeiro twice. this year, i head to taipei.

i had originally planned to spend new year's eve with my new friend, xaiochau. 6 hours before the countdown, he canceled because he had too much work. what am i going to do with myself? i don't know anyone here, and the thought of going out to taipei 101, the tallest building in the world located near city hall, with 700,000 other people, sounds daunting.

for the past three days, i have been befriending a woman named ana. she works here at the hostel where i stay. she speaks little english but understands it, and we were able to have a conversation about her life. she is from the philipines and she is here in taipei working two jobs to support both her 4 yr. old and 5 week old baby who still live in the philipines with her parents. she is an amazingly humble and hard-working woman, to say the least.

i decided that since my plans had changed, i would invite her out. she was pleased and with a smile from ear to ear, accepted my offer to take her out. she is off work at 6pm and she comes to me and i ask her if she still wants to go out. she says "maybe another time". i could tell she was tired and needed to rest for the 7am work day ahead. i was again, disappointed that i had no one to spend new year's eve with, while considering that i could be around 700,000 people and still feel completely alone. but what did i expect, coming to taipei alone. this is why i came here.

not thirty seconds later, a young man from hong kong walks into the lobby of the hostel and asks if me and another stranger from korea would like to go out with he and a few friends to watch the fireworks shoot off of taipei 101. we, bright-eyed, both having no plans and being alone, accept. a half hour later, we were walking around a congested food district to find a place that didn't have a long wait. we ordered dumplings as a snack, served with both a soy, fish-sauce and a red chili sesame oil. we the walk to the MRT (their metro), which was packed, and loaded into the train with many other excited passengers.

we arrive at city hall and move in a crowd of hundreds of thousands of people to the tower that's within sight only two blocks away. we find our friends, after many loud and frustrating dropped calls. while walking around the square, we see loads of people in circles with bright light sticks surrounding them to mark their space. they are all playing cards and sitting on newspaper. there are women with babies in strollers, many teenagers and well, people my age. we simply find a place to sit right in front of the main spectacle.

nothing is happening. i'm thinking there will be some kind of "pre" performance. but there isn't and then, everyone begins to count....5......4.............3............2............1.............!

then an explosion of light coming from the top of the building, the sides, within the building windows, up and down the building, shots of fireworks in a line going straight up from the ground in front of the building. electronic beams of coordinated light flowing and spiraling up and around the base of the tower up to it's spire. then, a bright white light engulfs the entire tip of the building, smoke blowing to the right, and when the light disappears, the simple phrase, "2011 R<3C". STUNNING.

everyone is cheering and screaming and hugging. they teach me how to "say happy new year" in mandarin and i forget.

we begin our treck back to the MRT and we are amazed at how much trash there is cluttering the streets, drains, business fronts, etc. i suppose it's only fair to be able to little one day out of the year. the rest of the year, taipei is the cleanest city i have ever visited. we lose a friend in the meantime and i decide to go directly back to the hostel while everyone else gets coffee. i arrive at the metro, along with the other 700,000 people and am forced into a cattle-like crowd that is not moving. we end up waiting for 2 hours, packed together, with only three steps of advancement every 5 minutes. i almost fall asleep standing up, as it's 2 am and i still have not reached the entrance. we finally get to enter, we wait for the train, we take a quick ride and i am only a half a block from my hostel.

bed was my best friend. i woke up bright and shiny at 8 a this morning and i am refreshed!

Last night in Hualien

2011-01-30T04:08:00.002-08:00

sorry to disgust you, if i did, with my last blog/post thingy.
but nature is nature.

i find myself watching some old michelle pfiffer and al pacino movie... it's the only thing in engrish here, but i did get some spongebob in taiwanese which is funny...

now i'm on the computer, hanging out (and not talking to) a canadian, and somewhat having a conversation in french with a couple dudes from paris (yeah, i speak some french, so all other americans will rise in reputation). oh screw the french. just after that comment, i think i should add that i'm drinking out of the toilet mug i bought from the modern toilet i ate at in taipei.

but the taiwanese people.. i can't get over how completely helpful and kind and patient and honest and sincere they are.
everyone i have met, and i mean everyone, has treated me so kindly, been open.. for example, when i arrived at my hostel here in hualien, i walked over to the information center from the train station. i asked the woman at the desk if she could point me in the direction of the hostel i'm staying (i had the name and phone number written). she immediately called the hostel, said some things in taiwanese and hung up the phone. i thought she was going to draw me a map, but she said, "they will be here shortly". within ten minutes, this 22 yr. old named judy, who works at the hostel, pulls up in a scooter, and i hop on the back. she asks me if it's ok if she stops to get food. she hasn't eaten since lunch and it's 6pm. i say of course we can! i was surprised i was even getting a ride!

so we pull up to this stand and i can smell something so sweet and so familiar. i see a poster with a photo of something that looks like a light brown puffy tub of chewing tabacco. but they are being cooked in something that looks like a muffin tin, out in the open. i finally realize that what i'm smelling is an ice cream cone.

she buys three; one for me and two for her. they can be filled with anything from sweet potatoes to jam to chocolate, and she gets me something that tastes like sweet potatoes. it's warm on the outside and hot on the inside. i don't care for it much, but i take a few bites and tell her it's good because she paid for it and i don't want to offend her. i loathe sweet potatoes by the way.

we scoot "home" and i am so amazed at the hospitality here. i spend the next two days walking around town, shopping, eating goose and noodles and yes, mcdonalds. tonight, the woman who owns and runs the hostel, whom is very young and independent and swift, asks me if i need anything from the store. she is taking a fellow occupant out to see the night market. i am still amazed! no one has ever done that for me, and i have been around the block a few times.

right as she goes out and puts her helmet on, she notices it's raining, asks if she can go later to buy me food or anything. i say no thank you and we have a conversation about how she got to be where she is, and i learn she also has two hostels in taipei. i decide, i'm staying with this woman. so i booked my last night in taipei, where i fly out in about 6 days. i love it here, i love the people, i like how clean it is, i love how no one steals, how people smile, how they are confident on their scooters that take up the sidewalks. i like their tame and somewhat modest demeanor, how the country is, in one section, modern and bustling while just two hours away, there is tranquility, hot springs, giant gorges, mountains....

this will not be the last time i visit taiwan in my lifetime, hopefully.

Under the Taiwan sky

2011-01-30T04:08:00.001-08:00

in two days, i'm going to the south for clear skies and warm weather.

i got lost today in taipei. and beneath the cloudy, rainy wet blanket, i was kind of afraid!
the voices of people were foreign, the sounds of sirens and speakers proclaiming political jargon were foreign, the food i ordered looked like the photo that describes it: faded, bland, average, like every other photo of rice, meat and boiled cabbage.

BUT ...

when i walk into a store and they say "ni hao", i reply with "ni hao", which means hello. i say "yi" meaning one, while pointing to something i want to eat. they ask if i need a bag. i say, "bu" (no). then i say something that sounds like "sheh shay" which means thank you. i have been clinging to these words since i arrived. it makes me more approachable, i think. i also get what i need. but i don't know the words for "i'm lost".

i've never been more estranged from a culture, within a climate of people who reach out to understand me and find out who i am and where i came from. maybe it's the language. the food? the fact that i get stares on the street? i'm a foreigner but every city feels the same, only with different people and laws. even the little guy on the "walk" signal at the stop light is different. he's a little green guy that starts out walking when the light turns green then runs faster the more the seconds count down to cross the street. the scooters and cabs wait for no one. here, you are second to traffic. you are stalked until you order food, but you are appreciated by everyone, almost.

let taiwan be an example of kindness. i could have asked someone for directions, or found a way to do it, not knowing the language. i could have gone into a hotel and asked for a map, like i did when i first got here and was lost, not being able to find the hostel. today was different. i was alone and a bit afraid, but at some point, i have to learn a sense of direction. i saw a 7-11, which means nothing in terms of a landmark, because there is one on every corner. but i saw a school that i recognized and was able to find my way back from there.

going south is an even scarier prospect since even less people speak the language there. maybe i can get lost and be back in time to catch my flight.

"Life isn't one big party"

2011-01-30T04:07:00.001-08:00

That's what my mother always used to tell me growing up, and it always put a damper on my day.
I never thought of every day as one big party, but it should be! It should be a celebration of life! What are we here for otherwise? Yes, some days are work. But within my contribution to the world, within that one trade I have to give in return for food and goods, I am still celebrating.

But today is one of those days where celebration didn't make it onto my google calendar. I came to Hualien to see the famous and majestic Taroko Gorge that is accessible by a bus ride and a long long hike where you are constantly watching for falling rocks and trying not to slip off the edge of a ridge. When you finally arrive, there are crystal blue hot springs and you can see the floor of the gorge and your feet on the ground through the water. Sounds like a party to me!!!! But not for me. Not this time. Mother nature has suppressed me by reminding me I'm not allowed to have fun. Not only can I not go into the water while menstruating, there are no bathrooms on the footpath for a long while. There would be nowhere to "attend" to Mother Nature.

Well, you won this time. But I'll be back into full swing before you can say "wet blanket".

Twelve days left of eating in Taipei

2011-01-30T04:06:00.001-08:00

a couple of days ago, i took a bus to the coast, up north with a new friend. she's from taiwan and she's staying in my room at the hostel. her name is yi-jen. she's showing me around. we had the BEST MEAL. probably one of the best meals in my life: it was at one of those places where they have the live fish all waiting for you in the tanks out in front of the restaurant, which was right on the water (kind of a hole in the wall place) next to all the fishing boats. huge tables that fit ten people filled the room, and each table has a lazy susan in the middle so that people can share easily.

two types of crab, langostines, salmon in soup, sashimi, lobster and sea cucumber (it was repulsive) are served. sea cucumber is this gelatinous and muscular clear and green animal that's cut and served with blanched cabbage leaves. its texture is like chewing a rubber hose. remember water weenies? it would be like chewing one of those. but the rest of the food was absolutely out-of-this-world delicious. one type of crab is what we're all used to in the states... but you have to crack the shell with your teeth since they don't have any cracking instruments. there's no butter but it's all served with wasabi and soy sauce and red pepper chili oil. the other type of crab has a light brown translucent shell and the legs are still on. it's about as big as a golf ball and you have to peel the shell and legs off to eat the meat, which i can say tastes even better than lobster. the langostines also came with their shells, eyes, legs and all. you just peel and dip and eat! then, this grilled fish comes out. i'm guessing it tastes like trout. my new friend eats both the eyeballs. ewww! i had a bbq-ued fish eyeball in brazil and i won't have another. the sensation of it popping in your mouth like a tomato once any pressure is put on it, and the repugnant fishy flavor is enough to leave me with "memory aftertaste".

the salmon soup comes at the end. simple broth, salmon and some scallions thrown in, and it's a good way to end the meal. traditionally, the taiwanese bring out a plate of orange wedges to cleanse the palette. oh, and there was plenty of beer to go around! the man who is treating us to this meal (yes!!! everything was free!) is yi-jen's boss at the school nearby. he keeps filling my glass and telling me "bottoms up" in taiwanese. then he takes us to a dessert place where we have green tea tirimasu and a caramel custard pie. delicious!

TODAY, i was looking for my favorite dumpling stand. they also serve noodle bowls/soups, wantons, and tons of other stuff, and the entire place is vegetarian and each plate costs about a dollar. their dumplings are legendary. a woman stands behind the street stand and has a vat of boiling water. inside this huge cylindrical vat are about six baskets. different ingredients are put into each basket as people order. she has bags of noodles, cabbage, onions, dumplings, wantons and some random stuff i don't recognize. there is also another vat of oil where they fry tofu and other food that is supposed to resemble meat. inside the small restaurant, there is a giant serve-yourself buffet table of veggies. you pay about a little less than two dollars for a full plate. this place is a block from where i'm staying and today, they were closed!

so i walked around, right past the sushi place i went to when i first got here, because it was pretty flavorless and run-of-the-mill. (the type of place that stamps a card every time you take out). then i found, on a little alley, a restaurant with fresh fish. they had the tanks on the inside, and they serve sashimi! i ordered salmon and cuttlefish. cuttlefish... texture is really chewy. clear white-ish fish with a little sweetness, but again, hard to chew and swallow. the salmon is melty delicious. the bill came to about $8.50 for six pieces of salmon sashimi and two large pieces of cuttlefish (i could only eat one of those).

i can say i have been having a wonderful culinary experience here. yi-jen is going to take me to an authentic chinese restaurant on monday when they have their special. i can't wait!!

Modern Toilet, Jan. 8th

2011-01-30T04:04:00.001-08:00

a couple of days ago, i went to modern toilet, a restaurant here that is bathroom-themed and serves their food out of toilets and urinals....seriously.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=85nwqhaCIgU

i spent about an hour trying to find it, but i went and it was really fun!

yesterday i went to the flower expo here. i spent about 4 hours looking at plants, veggies, fruit, horticulture, green living, means of production of livestock, pavilions from different countries displaying their native foliage... all interesting stuff, but it was so overwhelming.

i think in a couple days, i'm going to get out of taipei and visit other parts of the island. it's a small island, taiwan. it's only 200 miles long, and there are buses that can take me to beaches and hot springs and to mountains where i can hike. a local gave me the insider tips :) so in a few days, i will be heading out to see the northern and eastern parts of the island. there are no hostels there, so i will have to foot the bill on a hotel, but why not treat myself, right?

i have yet to eat at the food court in taipei 101 (the second tallest building in the world where they had new year's eve). i hear it's really good local stuff. i have been eating weird food. i ate a month old black egg a couple of days ago. ok, i took a bit, and it was nauseating. i went to the shilin night market, a 100 yr old market, one of the oldest in taiwan. i ate goose head and goose tongue, chicken butt, chicken uterus and stinky tofu, which is taiwan's national dish. all were not as bad as they sound.

the food here is great! lots of noodles, wantons, dumplings, fried meats and sushi. you can find food anywhere. there are many stands and restaurants on every block.

i have developed a cough. i thought it was because i have been smoking. but after coughing a bit overnight, i think it's because i spent all day in the cold yesterday, or it could be just that i'm in such close proximity to people who are sick. people on the subways are wearing masks. i'm not sure why they don't do this in other cities, but taipei has people all over wearing masks to prevent illness or because they are sick and don't want to spread illness.

well, that's all the news this time. cheers!

Another rainy day in Taipei

2011-01-30T04:03:00.002-08:00

and how many more of them will there be?

i could just watch a movie. that will keep me entertained for a couple of hours. then it will be 4 p.m. what to do for the remaining 8 hours of my day? tapping fingers together.

oh! i know! i can blog!!!

THINGS I NOTICE WHEN I WALK AROUND

signs in taiwanese, people with masks, lots of 7-11's, lots of noodle bowl restaurants, everyone holding umbrellas, then closing them when they walk under a building overhang, only to open them twenty feet later. young women in leggings with long sweaters over them, and fluffy boots and jackets, older women in slacks and flats with heavy jackets, sometimes bonnets. men dressed in slacks or jeans with black shoes and members only jackets, tall buildings everywhere, both residential and commercial. taxis everywhere, scooters everywhere. there are special boxes for scooters at the stop lights. they are for the scooters in the opposite line of traffic, who would normally be turning right in the states. instead, they cut across the first row of traffic flowing perpendicular to their lane, and wait in a box in front of everyone until the light turns green.

i see lots of mcdonald's, lots of kids in uniform with backpacks and cell phones, walking to and from schools and universities. there are men smoking outside their cabs and places of business, people on corners handing out flyers for restaurants or trying to get the passerby to sign a petition. the streets are clean. there are alleyways between each tall building with potted plants on the ground and clothes hanging from lines above. there is a row of scooters on each side of the alley, making the passway very narrow. most of these alleys are one way.

in the 7-11's, there are juices in plastic bottles that range from generic vitamin water to asparagus juice. there are two crock pots of brown boiled eggs with the shells on, slightly cracked, floating in brown water. there are signs for noodle bowls that are instant, and people are eating them at a counter at the window. they are looking at me and i am looking at them. there is a small section on the shelf toward the back that has bottles of sake, jim beam, some fancy bourbon in a box, and bottles of wine. at the front counter, there is no queue. people walk to the front and put their money in front of the cashier, and they are served. the cashier will take your trash for you since there are no receptacles outside. supposedly, the city made a rule so there would be fewer trash cans on the street because the smell was stinking up the city. people allow themselves one small bag that they take around with them all day.

walking around, i smell food. i smell steamed food, fish, beef, fried food, the scent of perfume on some women and men as they walk by. i see young couples holding hands but other than that, no public display of affection. on the metro, people are pretending to be asleep, looking at each others' shoes or on their cell phone, texting. that's nothing unusual. when people get out of the subway, they are in a rush to get to the escalator, yet once they're on it, they don't walk. they let the ride take them up. they have (and i have) a plastic card that is put up against a sticker to validate the ride. there are also one-way plastic tokens you can but for a dollar, that you scan upon entry and deposit upon exit.

there are underground walkways that link the two sides of major intersections. some temples and govt. buildings are gated, and usually grandiose. the cost of an average meal is $1-5usd. most street food and average mom n pop stands accept the money prior to giving you the food. there are stands with doughnuts, fried pastries, grilled, stuffed buns, soups with beef and pork that is poured over noodles and topped with cabbage and scallions. when they eat noodles here, we are given a soup spoon and chopsticks. the noodles are gathered with the chopsticks and laid in the spoon. they are then eaten from the spoon with the chopsticks. making slurping noises is ok. showing the food in your mouth or letting it fall out of your mouth is impolite. this can be a difficult thing to avoid, as noodles are not the neatest food.

there are shops with delicacies, packaged food and tea. there are stores with miniature handmade tea cups and pots. there are a lot of clothing stores, phone stores, cafes, sushi restaurants, electronics stores, bakeries, hair salons, hardware stores, brand-name stores, jewelry stores and cheap textile shops. what i don't see are a lot of bike shops. not one, actually. people rarely lock their bikes up. i see them against fences, or just parked with a kick stand. there are receptacles for umbrellas outside many stores, and no one steals them. i don't see a lot of people eating while walking, but there is a lot of coffee and tea consumption.... all types of tea. green tea, tea with milk, bubble tea, soy and tea, etc. the men seem to stick with the men and the women seem to gather with the women.

as far as i can see, it's like any other city, besides the signs being in a different language. it's reassuring to be in a place where i feel comfortable enough to step out of the window of my eyes and into the world of the people who live here.

Lost in translation and other interesting observations

2011-01-30T04:03:00.001-08:00

it's a dreary, cold new year's day and i am staying in, but i do need food. so i venture out to find food. i know what i want. it's that thinly-sliced beef on rice, like sushi, that i had the first day i was here. but it's across town and i don't want to go that far. maybe i can find it nearby.

so i walk downstairs and a few blocks away, around the corner, i see it. it's a photo, along with many others, in the window of a small restaurant. i walk in and say hello, how are you, in mandarin,proud to have learned four words in total, and as always, am immediately greeted in english. i do appreciate that. so i point to the menu and say "one" in mandarin. i try. it's a photo of that carpaccio on rice with some scallions and seaweed and sauce on top. it's just what i am in the mood for. it looks exactly what i ate at that restaurant two days ago.

but what comes out is a hot pot (exactly how it sounds) with random seafood and some beef and cabbage and carrots. i look at the hot pot, then return to the photo. look at the hot pot, return to the photo. they're two completely different dishes. one is cooked, the other is not. one looks like sushi, one looks like a bunch of food piled on a steaming pot of broth. i specifically pointed, and even did a circular motion with my finger around the photo to specify it's what i wanted. so i return to the front and point to the photo again, then point to my food, like a caveman (uga uga).

i return to my seat and show the woman at the counter, my food. the woman who perhaps owns the restaurant, seems upset. she takes my chopsticks out of my hand and begins to stir my food into the hot broth. she thinks i wanted cooked food and that i didn't know how to do it because i was pointing at the raw beef on the menu! at first, i say "thank you" and make a waving signal to stop. then, i realize, she's just trying to help and i'm not communicating. so i let her show me how it was done and graciously ate the delicious food that only cost me $5. note to self: learn the names of food.

it's also not uncommon to see one out of about 20 people wearing masks.

when i got to customs in taipei, i noticed there was a booth doing fever checkups. one guy went to the booth and they started to observe him. i didn't know what it was about, and i was wondering if it was mandatory to be checked for some kind of flu that was going around.

then i plop down my bags at my hostel and start walking around the city. i see people on corners with babies, wearing a nurse's mask. and even the baby has one. i can't figure out what it's about. is there something in the air, like pollution, that people are trying to protect themselves from? i it because of the cold air? i see people on their scooters, of which they are many, with even makeshift masks with different patterns, you know, for style.

then a friend from taipei tells me, they are because people get sick and don't want to spread it, or they don't want to contract anything. but it looks so ridiculous and bizarre. what is more bizarre is that the asian culture has a tradition of sharing food and drinks. doesn't that contract viruses and bugs?

another thing i noticed when i went out to new year's eve at taipei 101 is that people are incredibly tame. i have been to my share of new year's festivities, and i have to say, seeing people on the ground with newspaper under them, playing cards in a circle and eating snacks, is not what i had expected.

i am used to parties, mayhem, pre-new year's fireworks and screaming, throwing pottery off balconies, shooting bottle rockets into the crowd. i am used to tradition. the spanish eat twelve grapes. the brazilians all wear white and dive into 7 waves in the ocean and walk out backwards for good luck while throwing flowers and money out to the sea as a donation to yemanja, their sea goddess. i'm used to the united states where people kiss each other at the count of midnight.

although a ton of people showed up for the production, there was no tradition, that i could see. i had to ask for a hug from my friends. they just show up, play cards, watch a 5 minute spectacle, and go home. there's no pre-gaming, just little wands of sparkly light you can hold and a pair of tinted cardboard glasses to give the kids. it was surprisingly tame, yet there was nationalism in the air, especially this year, since taiwan is celebrating their 100th year of independence as "the republic of china".
you would think they would want to go a little crazy. but then again, the asian culture is seemingly subtle, and i appreciate the gentle nature of the people who live here.

the firework show itself was something different though. i had never seen fireworks blown off of a building, let alone the "second" tallest in the world. and most of all, i appreciate the kindness of the people here. i was told that it's because they are such a small country (around 200 miles long as an island nation) and tourism is necessary for their economy. but i believe it has to do with the people, how they are raised, what's in our blood. racism rarely exists here, and although i may be stared at because i look "different", there seems to be no judgement and people have welcomed me with open arms everywhere i have been.

bless these people who make life easy while i'm on a road to nowhere in a country where i, with my simple language skills, are at their mercy.

Taipei the day before NYE

2011-01-30T03:52:00.001-08:00

MEETING XIAOCHOU

xiaochou is the name of my friend who is a tour guide for a living. his name is pronounced "chow-show".
i met with him yesterday and learned quite a few things.

we first went to get soy milk. i thought, ok, i'll bite. we're going to get milk, but he knows what he's talking about so it could be really good. turns out, we go to the oldest soy milk place in the city. but it's not milk. it's a creamy soy milk soup that you can either order sweet or savory. i ordered the savory and it comes with an egg mixed in with scallions. it's really pretty good! the sweet one was only slightly sweet and creamy--without eggs. they came with these fried puffy sticks that resemble churros without the ridges, and they have no flavor, just air to absorb the milk in each soup. we also ordered these light fluffy light buns pronounced "pow" but they came with an omelet inside. everyone has probably seen these buns that are usually filled with pork or some kind of "surprise". needless to say, i'm saving snake alley for a different day.

he then took me to a really remote mountain area that has natural hot springs. the little town has a huge wooden eco-friendly library thatt has a sloped roof with plant growth on top to monitor the teperature innside the building. it is a stunning example of how the taiwanese culture is very progressive. he then footed the bill on a luxurous hotel and we had a huge marble bath that we could fill with either hot spring water or regular water.

he also taught me some rules about taiwan, which explains also why the city is impeccably clean.

1. no smoking indoors, and no smoking in public. you can't smoke if there are more than three people present....meaning ?? how close in proximity do they have to be?

2. you can only smoke if you can see the full sky. if you step half way under a roof, you can be fined by the police.

3. no.chewing gum, eating or drinking on the metro. you wil be fined up to $1500 if they catch you chewing gum.

4. and this one is good: you are allowed to sit on other peoples' sccoters while they are away, then you leave when they return.

5. you can drink anywhere on the street.

i also learned about the chinese characters and how they came to look like they do. it has to do with a description of the object you're spelling. for the word "bright", for example, the character is a drawing
of the sun and the moon. the sun gives light and even at night, it lights the moon. that is described as "never dark", hence the word "briight". it's really surprisingly poetic, being that cantonese is not a romance language.

tonight, he's taking me out for a surprise for new year's eve.

day one in taipei

2011-01-28T09:49:00.001-08:00

i'm going to make this short. i arrived safely, got here around midnight last night. i woke around 6am and headed out to walk around while it was a bit empty. i had an egg mcmuffin for lunch bc there was nothing else open. great first meal, right? i have already gotten lost a few times but i've worked out the metro system for the most part.
with little mandarin, the people are still very very friendly and helpful. it's amazing how far a smile, a how are you, lots of pointing, and a thank you can go. i am determined to learn more of the language. i had an unbelieveable sushi lunch. i thought i was getting your average two plates of sushi with a bowl of miso soup. oh no, they kept bringing more and more food out. i had to bring it back to the hostel, and i'm going to TRY to eat it. i don't want it to go to waste.
i was given the DL on where to go new year's eve. it's called taipei 101, which until this year was the largest building in the world. they have a food court that was featured on bizzare foods that i can't wait to try. the elevator alone goes 37 miles per hour, and 400,000 people will be there to watch the fireworks. pretty exciting!

anyway, i have this hostel for 5 days, and it's fine. it's a run of the mill hostel, but at least they speak english.

the taiwanese people i have met are very curious about me. i stand out like a sore thumb with my hair and my obvious foreignness. i didn't think i would be as open to the culture as i have been the past day. i have heard so many stories of people blowing snot rockets and pushing you out of the way. so far, i think this is one of the CLEANEST cities i have ever been to!! no one throws trash or cigarettes on the street. not at all. surprisingly, there are very few trash cans. i obviously haven't seen the gritty parts of the city. the people are well dressed (mostly in black) and they like their markets with food i've never seen.

if today is any indication of what i have yet to experience, this is going to be a great trip!

VT rank 1101!

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movin' on up!

going to taiwan in t-minus ? days

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i will be blogging daily. cheers!

VT rank 1,143!!

2010-12-13T15:49:00.000-08:00

virtualtourist.com is a great travel website i use, and take part in, to give and receive travel advice from other travelers. along with tripadvisor, it is the top travel site around the world for gaining knowledge on tips involving things to do, transportation, accommodation, warnings, local customs, etc.

millions of people all over the world use this site as a "go-to" for travel information. hopefully someday, my illustrated book will be a beacon for all who want to travel to brazil, live in brazil, and know all things about travel.

Thoughts on Brazill

2010-12-07T12:54:00.000-08:00

it's hard to survive in brazil, unless you get a job with an american company i suppose. the wages are low. it's so strange how you can just jump from place to place without signing a lease. at least, that's the way it was in rosa.

rosa is a strange and magical place. most of the people who live there have been there all their lives. but there are some transient people like me, and people from curitiba and porto alegre. it's a small town, maybe pop. 2000. then they have the surf season (wct) and it gets packed. so it's quiet most of the year and crazy during the new year.

i did meet some good people but i never felt i could trust them. they were always talking behind each others' backs. everything you did, everyone knew about. they would cheat with their friends' husbands and get in fights. it's just weird to imagine that friends treat each other so poorly. they're open armed, don't get me wrong. there just seems to be a "live for the now, no matter if it's wrong or right" mentality, from what i experienced.

but it was a beautiful experience and i WOULD move back to brazil at some point, if i had a job figured out. i didn't teach english. there was no place to do it in that small town (i had some leads) but brazilians seem to be fickle. she just kept postponing it and postponing it. that was my experience with most people. they are lazy. they say they will do something, and in the states, it gets done at least the next day. in brazil, it takes months. from burning cd's to fixing roads to building houses... and they wonder why they are poor. they don't want to work !!

that was my experience there. but good food, fresh food. and they seem to utilize what they have. they conserve and they are resourceful. i think this attitude should be the same in the states. i mean, they use a bottle of cachaca to roll out pizza dough. they use empty yogurt containers as tupperware, and the list goes on. i really liked and respected that about them.

the people i knew mostly sat around and got high and then went to the beach. that was my life for 7 months. i don't get high, but i would just drink and hang out. they watch favelas (very important) but when work seasons come around, they do work. i have to give them credit for that.

it seems that they never have money, or so they say. i began to feel resentful because we would go to get groceries, and they would say "i only have this much money" then someone would chime in "regina tem". i was like fuck, what am i? the money tree? i'm on a budget with no work and because i'm american, you're asking ME to pay?? fuck that. they NEVER HAVE MONEY. because they don't work. it kind of sums up why they steal from each other, or at least foreigners. we're bate. i was bate.

i hate to reminisce about the bad parts. there were really sweet moments as well. i met some great friends with whom i still keep in contact, people who will welcome be back with open arms and warm food. i loved learning the language, laughing with people and being able to have the experience of doing absolutely nothing while my american friends are all working 9-5's. it was refreshing. my parents never liked the idea because they believe in productivity. i believe in balance, and i have worked a lot in my life. i prefer to work, then play as a reward. so that's what i did!
overall, i can say i would do it again. but i would do it differently. i would get a job, something permanent in rio, maybe working at the copacabana palace as a hair stylist or something. i would have to do more research. i think with more time, i can finish my book on living in brazil.

Itacuruca, Rio de Janeiro

2010-11-24T10:20:00.000-08:00

this is the house i am saving to buy

http://investmentsonthebeach.com/private_islands_and_properties_for_sale_in_brazil.html

taipei

2010-11-23T09:13:00.001-08:00

.....soon to come.....

VT rank 1, 211!!

2010-11-17T14:23:00.000-08:00

taipai in 40 days and counting!

been looking at some things to do while there... maybe renting a scooter and getting out of the city. i guess there aren't many nice beaches and chinese people don't swim. i don't care. i am going to milk it for a month. in the meanwhile,
here's some marky mark taiwanese goodness. no, not really.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yvTllYHl4rM&playnext=1&list=PL73AFA2728BB2425A&index=6

new vt rank

2010-11-15T18:43:00.001-08:00

1211!!!!!

virtualtourist.com

Best Brazilian website for great stories and images and music

2010-11-07T19:08:00.000-08:00

http://www.hillerphoto.com/brazil/bahia_2.htm

Candomble`

2010-11-07T18:50:00.000-08:00

Candomble is the brazilian, african religion where they kill goats and chickens and stuff, and call the gods to enter a person's body while they pour the blood of the animal over the head. that's my description. wiki description below.

anyway, i was in a town around sao paulo when i was 26. me and my friend went to a house around the corner that was having a candomble` "mass" or "ceremony". we entered and small room, very modest and quiet. you had to take a number when you entered and then they would call on you and it was your turn to be baptized by the blood of the lamb, so to speak.

when you enter, there were a bunch of black women dressed in white with red neckolaces (probably bahianas). they were chanting and dancing and there was precussion and a person in the middle with their head bowed, on their knees. the other people with numbers were waiting on the sides. it was a middle-class neighborhood in campinas, a pretty big city outside of sao paulo. but there was quiet on the streets, trash to be picked up, dogs barking, very residential and quiet.

we decided to leave after about a half hour because our number hadn't been called.

i wish i had stayed. who knows what could have happened??

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Candombl%C3%A9

so wrong

2010-10-30T12:14:00.001-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7RXmNRr8x7I&feature=player_embedded

st. louis and all my beautiful friends

2010-10-22T07:39:00.000-07:00

i've been back in st. louis now for a few days, staying with my friend zach. i met him at webster university 5 years ago. we've remained friends ever since. i got to watch him knock out 125 t-shirt prints in his basement with a bunch of friends. he's a great artist, doing mostly design work, some freelance on the side of his regular design job.

zach is a smart, funny and honest person with a work ethic like you would never imagine. he's got a delicious sense of style. our day begins at 6:15 a.m. and i lie in bed trying to fall back to sleep after hearing his alarm. he leaves for work at 7:00 and i eventually fall back in and out of sleep until around 8:30. i get up, let the dog out. mojo is his huge black lab. a total sweetheart who will jump all over you and put his head, then his entire body in your lap if you let him. he likes to snuggle. i went on a long bike ride through tower grove park and beyond. i recall living right next to the park but don't venture over to where me and my ex husband lived. i guess i am over it. i made enchiladas and they were devoured.

then, i get on the computer and mess around for a while... see what all my facebook friends are doing. there is an extra bike for me to ride here, so i call up lambert, another friend i met about 5 years ago here in st. louis. he's at a construction site building pools and landscaping and such. i ride zach's extra bike over and we have lunch. i meet him again later after work and we go to his house and shoot the shit after grabbing some great pork rib bbq. i'm back to eating meat. i had a bad stabbing stomach ache one night after eating pork ribs, so i stopped. but now that i'm in st. louis, and there is bbq everywhere, i have to have it! san francisco has every type of food you can imagine, but in the bbq dept., slim pickings. i guess i'm biased since i'm from santa maria, the mecca of west coast bbq. and st. louis is also known for it's awesome bbq. they're rivals with kansas city.

anyway, so we shoot the shit at his apt. let me talk about this apt. and zach's apt. for that matter. they are old brownstones with hardwood floors, a deck, a foyer, two bedrooms, an extra office space, a living room and full kitchen and bathroom. they pay $550 a month. split two ways, you can do the math. i mean, it IS in st. louis, but that's what drew me here in the first place. it's hard to complain about that.

lambert is named after lambert international airport. i think his grandfather owns(ed) it. we don't really talk about it. adorned at his mom's house are old aviation photos. pretty cool. lambert is a man with a huge heart. he's absolutely gorgeous, self-deprecating but honest as can be, hard working, and sober. he's someone you want to protect, and someone you want to have protect you. he's still a boy in his personal growth process, but he's wise beyond years in self realization, if that's not an oxy-moron.

today is friday and i have nothing to do until this evening. tonight, i am going to some fancy shmancy restaurant with lana, my hilarious russian friend who will never tell anyone how old she is. we met here while i was going to art school and taking a sabbatical from doing hair, and decided to work as a gift wrapper at a family-run gift shop. we were instant chums, always making each other laugh our asses off. lana was an air traffic controller in russia until she moved here 19 years ago. now, she has a radiology degree, and is a single mother. she's an amazing woman, a very strong and independent woman with a sense of humor and a smile and laugh that lights up my spirit! her accent itself cracks me up. she makes up her own "sayings". one of my favorites is "i am on cloud 69". i say, "you mean cloud nine?" she laughs so hard. another good one: "i feel like i been hit wiv bag of flour". this is what she says when she's hung over. and when she has bad breath, she says, "i have mouf full wiv kitty litter". she's hilarious!!!

tomorrow i will go to visit my old gift wrapping people. i love them! there's an old crotchety lady named wanda who everyone thinks is the devil. she's a 75 yr old chain-smoking little black woman. she's totally unapproachable at first, stand-offish, arrogant, and cold. but i broke her. she is one of the loveliest, most honest, experienced and practically funny women i've met in my life. she still talks about getting laid. i can't wait to see her. then, there's helen. oh helen, this angel. she's a big old black lady who sings that humming sing when she works. she's very quiet and so so so so sweet. she's about wanda's age and is still working. i'm afraid she may pass away soon and i want to see her and hug her before she goes. these two women are polar opposites, yet they have been working side by side for over 25 years and they get along swimmingly. when i hug helen, she's going to almost cry and laugh. when i hug wanda, she's going to say, "get away from me girl!" and then hug me and laugh anyway.

sat. night, it's a pot luck hay ride drinking extravaganza with lana the russian out in some far away county. why did i agree to this??? i'll make enchiladas again. that should do the trick.

one awesome pair of pant-shoes

2010-10-22T07:38:00.000-07:00

http://very-bored.com/pics3/weirdshoes/weird-shoes-10.jpg

haven't posted in a while and this is a nothing post

2010-10-17T22:24:00.000-07:00

sitting in the apt. doing nothing but this. totally blanked on what to write next in my book. really stoked about going to st. louis in two days, san antonio two days later and taipei over the new year for a month. all i've been doing is working. i gave a friend $100 because he was stuck in portland with a dead aunt and a dying sister, and no money. i got a new netbook. it's only a 10 inch screen, so it's like a barbie computer. i can hear the crazy people downstairs at the bars yelling. not the bar people, but people on the street. like, crackheads. i also hear the bottle collectors. i have begun to appreciate that sound. it happens every morning and it reminds me i'm in san francisco.

the giants lost. oh well. i'm glad that's finally over. who cares about baseball? the most boring sport outside of golf.... i'm not sorry to offend. but whatever, to each his own. no! i'm not finished! in baseball, you wait around for the ball to come to you, wait around to bat. there are 9 innings and fat guys running around in circles. tell me this is a sport! now soccer is a sport.

speaking of which, too bad spain won the world cup instead of brazil.

in other news, i'm going to taipei for a month over the new year. nothing special. just me alone in another country.... sense the sarcasm? i'm scared as hell but i do have one distant friend who will show me around. i am new to the language (meaning, i know nothing). i wouldn't even know how to get from the airport to wherever i'm staying. it's all one big adventure. so is life!

speaking of adventures, i had the pleasure of eating veal tongue and pig face yesterday. andrew zimmern from the bizarre foods show, showed up near my neighborhood and served weird food out of a school bus, of all places.
i met him and he's a stand up guy.

well that's my rant for the night.

all is well that ends well.

VT rank 1,342!!

2010-10-11T11:00:00.000-07:00

http://members.virtualtourist.com/m/77102/

ultimate laugh

2010-10-10T18:44:00.000-07:00

men and women. do they work together or don't they?

i suppose it has to be the right man and the right woman.

upon researching fountains...

2010-10-10T18:39:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rcYXEfWIiSQ&feature=player_embedded

taipei

2010-10-01T10:28:00.000-07:00

well it looks like i'm going to be in taipei all alone for a month over the new year. my friend kind of got pissed at me for something and now doesn't want to hang out. BUT i do have another new friend who lives there and is willing to show me around. he's from there, which is better because he speaks the language. this is him.

i'm looking forward to snake alley, where they have snake cooked in all different ways. i'm looking forward to grabbing things from the local markets, whether it be food or unique trinkets. i want to see museums and sacred spaces, whether it be a building or an outdoor space. i want to see their lively night life, their culture close up. i want to converse with the people, do what they do.

i would be so lucky to be invited to someone's house for dinner. a really authentic taiwanese dinner. i would do quirky things too, things people in the u.s. don't do. i would go to some crazy show or shoot someone with a water gun. i imagine all the things that are different. i want to eat the crazy food i may find repulsive. everything is new. that's why i love travel. it's an exploration into my own potential and my boundaries.

so taipei it is. ticket purchased. me in taipei for the first time! what a rush!

touching on some travels....

2010-09-24T19:39:00.000-07:00

who are your favorite artists? i like egon shiele, laurtrec, manet, matthew barney and of course van gogh. i love peter paul ruebens, not to be confused with his brother. i went to the sistine chapel and within 20 feet of the pieta, i started crying. it was amazing. i am without words. i had an art professor who told me that when michaelangelo finished his pieta (and many people did the pieta), people went to see it, and he heard them commenting about what a lovely job david did. (david, the artist). that night, he went and carved his name into the sculpture.
when i went to see the statue of david in florence, the people say "he's italian from the waist up" cause his penis is so small. hahahahaha

i love italy. i love florence and madrid. i could write a novel based on my travels (i am!) but madrid is particularly splendid. it retains an authenticity i don't see in many urban cities. barcelona... psh. international whatever. i want unfiltered culture. and that's what madrid is.

another beautifully rich city is valparaiso, chile. you get old town. it's the oldest shipping port in s. america. dirty as fuck. beautiful as hell. they have these crazy funicular elevators that take you up the hill. i always forget the names of them so i have to wiki it, but they are crazy old wooden elevators that creep up the steep hills into the crowded mess of colored houses. it's an experience.

another city i love is rio, of course. but i am biased. i'm from there. and i also don't know a lot about it. i have never been to the favelas, and copa and the favelas live side by side. i read a great quote about rio from a prisoner there.

"rio's biggest symbol is the figure of christ that holds out his stiff, concrete arms to the world beneath him. never did his words mean so little to those below. never in my life have i seen so little charity or compassion in any city where extreme wealth and unendurable povery lie side by side."

it's a beautiful quote and a very viable statement. you should see the poor kids peddling on the streets, sometimes only four years old! the first time i went to brazil, i went to some hippie fair/market and a little toddler begged us for cash. i started to cry. my brazilian friend told me not to give him money. i didn't, and i was so disturbed that someone this small had to eek out a living this way. could his mom not find a job? where was the father? brazil is a complex place and i consider myself lucky, very fortunate, to live where i live.

As a hair stylist, I am also a therapist

2010-09-24T13:30:00.000-07:00

I know, you think "hair stylist" and you think, some mediocre dumb person who went to beauty school. To back up my credentials, I have to add that I'm not just a hair stylist. I'm also a therapist. Of 16 years.

I went to school for psychology for a year and saw a flyer for "cosmetology 101". I was excited about it and thought it far more practical than the direction I was headed. So I enrolled in beauty school. 9 months later, I graduated and got a job working at a salon. I was 19.

I bought a hair salon at 23, owned it for 5 years and eventually sold it to move to San Francisco. Here I am, with a job with no boss, and no schedule. I make my own hours, I take long vacations and I get paid in cash daily. How does this happen? Cause I'm smart.

Most hair stylists are categorized as uneducated. That's ok. We'll let the rest of the world of stereotypers believe that if they want to. But the fact is, we listen to your crap day in and day out. We multi-task. While I'm mixing up color, you are talking about your annoying mother, or how someone at your job is blowing their nose. Meanwhile, we do the job that three other professions attack. We are on par with bartenders, therapists and surgeons. We are not doing brain surgery here. We are picking your brain. And you will tell us things you would never tell a living soul.

I asked my clients, just for nyucks, "what is the worst thing you have ever done in your life?" One client remarked, "I fucked my best friend's fiance` on their wedding day." He had never told another soul.

We know you. You rely on us. You rely on us for your mental health, your physical beauty, for the way you feel when you look at yourself in the mirror every day. We are not naive. We have heard it all. Half of it goes in one ear and out the other. We see 8 people a day. How are we supposed to remember everything everyone says?

But after 16 years, I wouldn't change my job. I love it. I love the stories people tell. I love the gratitude. I love the loyalty of clients, I love the play in the salon. It is the most rewarding job I have ever had, and I don't mind listening to you complain. Cause in the end, I know that I have helped you in some remedial way, that my presence has made a difference on the Earth, no matter how minute.

this poem i wrote..

2010-09-24T08:42:00.000-07:00

i feel your wind, i feel the pull
dragging me far away
i see the fields, you're lifting horizons
and i could throw it all away

oh, thunder
taking it all
taking it all away
oh, thunder
taking it all
there's nothing left to say

open my back door, open my window
to let you in
so i can breathe
breathe you in

then you take it all away

you are coming
coming closer
never saying when
but you'll be here
raging thunder
until the end

sunday the 22nd, photo sesh

2010-09-14T13:22:00.000-07:00

we went to the beach, played in the water, body surfed, got slammed by waves. we went to our favorite restaurant, miguel's. we had mole-covered enchiladas and pork pozole, a delicious spicy broth with hominy. i wasn't impressed with the mole, as it tasted mostly of chocolate-covered enchiladas. we were trapped in the pouring rain going to the restaurant so as we are running through the streets in our flip flops and dresses, we are drenched and laughing while all the locals laugh at us. we didn't mind the rain at all. we loved it! i loved getting drenched and splashing through puddles, washing my feet under the waterfall from the awnings. when we arrived at miguel's, we were soaking wet.

the remainder of the night is spent watching "the closer" and "the breakup" followed by a short intermission of soft-core porn that was on for free. monday comes, i wake up around 9:30 and steph tells me minutes out of my slumber, "i would like to catch the ten 'o clock bus". i hurriedly gather my things and boil some eggs for the road. we walk up the street and see our bus pulling away. it says "pto. vallarta" on the window. i know it's ours. we hail the driver and ask if we can get on. he motions for us to get on and we sit in the back and i am terrified by a wasp, so i change seats. half way through the trip, the driver collects money for tickets and neglects collect ours. so we got a free ride!

we arrive in puerto vallarta, the last leg of our trip, immediately catch a bus that drops us off at our FREE HOTEL that steph got with frequent flier miles. villa vallarta. we have a poolside suite and the night is ours. there seem to be only two families staying at the hotel. it's a full moon and we spend the night in the 4 foot deep pool laughing. thern we are inspired to have a photoshoot. i braid my hair and tie it around my chin so it looks like i have a chin strap. steph loves this. i get my cat hat on and start posing in these ridiculous positions on the lounge chair. then steph gets on the bar and sips her drink through a pencil. then we move to the pool and we re-enact the phoebe cates scene from fast times at ridgemont high. but steph is coming out of the water with a life preserver around her neck instead. genius! then we do some failed topiary-peeking shots. we move to the outdoor shower and i take some sexy photos without a bikini top with a flag over my breasts. we did another with steph in the outdoor shower with a plastic chair. then we saw an empty coke machine and we got inside, pretending to talk on the phone as if it were a phone booth. steph even made me crawl into a buffet case, where i half-killed a spider with my stomach.

mexico cont'd

2010-09-14T13:14:00.000-07:00

after being on the public bus in any country, i don't know what to do with my hands. i don't believe sanitizer works, so i'm afraid to touch my face to play with my zit or to bite my cuticles. things are different here. seeing the old men asleep with their cowboy hats, i imagine them shoveling shit or dirt which has most likely been christened with a stray leper dog's feces. i can't help but to touch the top rails of the crowded bus as it bounces around, throwing babies into crying fits and mothers to cover their young from the weathered populus.

i say "i can't wait to wash my hands". steph offers me sanitizer and i ask her if she thinks it really works. she says "well, it kills 99.9% of bacteria". well, that means it doesn't work. they are just telling us that on the label so they aren't held liable if we get icoli. of course they would. but i use it. then i immediately put lip balm on with my pinky, negating everything i just said.

when we arrive to our place in melaque, i decide to sleep on the balcony so i can get some relief from this humidity. this way, i can hear the waves, as our digs are right on the beach. i can feel the wind and see the clouds and smell the ocean. sleeping on the balcony was short-lived. i need fans and cold air!

anywho, finishing up on mexico. finally.

2010-09-14T12:57:00.000-07:00

the center of town seems to be a main drag with cars "cruising". shirtless young men on the backs of trucks rubber-necking hot ladies as they drive around the block with low-rider VW bugs blasting home-spun mexican pop. there is a plaza with a fountain. but more importantly, scantily clad teengagers who seem to avoid the advances of smarmy men with a flip of the hair and a snively laugh to their friends.

a few tomale vendors push their carts of food in an icebox over the cobbled streets and mothers and grandmothers talk while seated outside their closing taquerias, whose outdoor tables are lined with multitudes of salsas served in large colorful plastic bowls.

in our room, we talk for hours on the bed about men in every detail imaginable. but we keep discreet with those we love. tomorrow, i'm hoping to hike to the top of this small hill where an abandoned and ramshackle beach bar was built and is now decomposing into broken wood and brown dried palm fronds. most of the time, i donm't know what to do with myself. but writing gives me a reason to travel and travel gives me a reason to write.

Leving Yelapa, going to Melaque

2010-09-01T09:16:00.000-07:00

Today, we left Yelapa on a boat. We ran out of gas on the way to Boca de Tomatlan and we're bobbing in the water as the boat attendants make cell calls to the local boats to bring us gas. After about 15 minutes, we arrive in Boca. We wait 2 hrs for our bus to arrive. We get on the bus and after a couple of hours, we are stopped by what we think are the military, which is common. They are looking for drugs and documents. But after 45 minutes or so, everyone starts to get off the bus and we realize it has broken down. We wait on the side of the road for a replacement. We get on the replacement bus and we are crammed into it like sardines, standing and holding onto the top rail. Stop by stop, people get off the bus and there is finally room for us to sit. The ride is another three hours of life-threatening passing on the left. We finally make it to Melaque and get our hotel, an easy find right on the beach. it's a comfortable two bedroom with a kitchenette.

We drop off our things and head for food. We find ourselves a few blocks away at a sit-down joint called Miguel's. We are attracted because we see a sign that says 7 pesos for a taco. That's 70 cents. We order five and finishing up, walk around, past leather shoe stores, dolce stands, places that sell shell jewelry, a "supermini" (market), ice cream stands and a toy store with inflatables for the water. We stock our fridge with tequila and lime, ice, water, eggs, tortillas and queso fresco. The night is young and the waves and wind are restless. The storm is coming in and I sleep on the balcony feeling sorry for the screaming cat downstairs who has to fight for the leftover fish bones in the trash below.

About Yelapa's beach

2010-09-01T08:51:00.001-07:00

We arrive to a beach full of lounge chairs and palapas behind. This divides the tourists from what is behind the palapas; the local dwellings. Inside the palapas, there are 5-10 locals drinking beer and talking amongst themselves. They watch us foreigners arrive in the water taxi which has two stops: the pier and the beach. Everyone needs to make a living and everyone has a way to give their fellow local a kick down. Whether it be name dropping or some kind of trade of services, "cheaper" seems to be the operative word.

But for some reason, I don't want this place to be spoiled. I can see a native Indian ethnicity in the children, in the way they trade, and I want that sincerity and authenticity to last. I want to keep Yelapa a secret because it has become so commercialized. But I can't, and I'm not the first to recognize it's simple beauty.

The kids are waiting for fishing boats so they can unload the daily delivery of restaurant supplies. Soda, rice, sugar and other sundries.... Meat and vegetables are hard to find in this town. There is little refrigeration. When a fishing boat comes to shore, it has to be parked on the sand if it's not anchored in the water. The way they do this? In Brazil, they use logs under the boat and have 5 men push the boat onto the sand. In Mexico, they rev up the motor and speed onto the shore, just in time to let the motor up so as not to touch the sand. The boat comes at an alarming speed to the shore and up onto the populated beach.

In our stay, Yelapa

2010-09-01T08:51:00.000-07:00

There is a house cat who just gave me a flea. I can hear the cicadas playing their maracas in unison. They come out in the morning and in the evening. This morning, I woke up to the sunrise, the pink clouds over the green mountains, lit from below. The sky lifted, showing off the reflection of the clouds in the bay. A momma bird was teaching her babies how to chirp. In her morning lesson, she would chirp a song or a saying. Then she would tell them to repeat. They would repeat, trying to imitate the sound she makes. Then she would repeat this lesson until they got it. Then she would move onto another phrase. And so on. This lasted a couple of hours. Every once in a while, a baby bird would squawk as if frustrated. Then the momma would teach her baby to fly. She flies below the baby as if she were a safety net while the little one is flapping vigorously and somewhat non-directional.

But this is all new to me. I imagine the old lady who runs the place is quite bored with such things.

To leave this guesthouse, we climb 178 algae-covered stone steps to the entrance. We walk through the town center, lined with concrete homes, small restaurants and convenience stores, kids running around barefoot, using brooms to knock the collected water off the tarps on their front porches. Construction workers let us walk by. But this town is small, only having one main road and donkeys and horses for transportation. Sometimes, we would see a motorcycle. The waterfalls above the town allow for some streams to wash over the road, and after we walk through the lush and humid paths, we finally see the river we need to cross to get to the beach. It's a wide river about three feet deep. We lift up our dresses and wade across without shoes. The warm water rushes by with twigs and a random floating fruit. We are across, finally making it up the sandy embankment and we reside on the beach for one more day of potential sun.

On our return from the beach, we enter a small restaurant where an old woman prepares one of the best breaded fish tacos I have ever eaten. Her kids are watching TV and her husband (or son) serves us. Her daughter smiles as she runs to ask her dad for more juice in a plastic cup.

Mexico

2010-08-31T18:04:00.000-07:00

Friday Aug. 20th

We've been on the beach and there is a pattern. The vendors of the restaurants set up early, around 9-10 a.m. Then, the tourists are driven in by water taxis. Around noon, the beach begins to either crowd or heat, or both, depending on the season. After a while, the obnoxious tourist from Canada or the U.S. arrive, and they get the gringo price at the restaurant palapas, which I'm sure I'm almost getting. After 6 or 7, the clouds begin to roll in over the mountains. They're definitely rain clouds. Steph and I lounge while the other non-Mexicans clear the beach. She is asleep in a lounge chair while I write. The locals begin to fish by throwing a spun wire with a bob attached to it into the shallow water from the shore. The men working the restaurants are dragging in the chairs and umbrellas while the unknowing tourists wait for the torrential rain.

The mountains are covered with dark clouds and toddlers are sitting on the shore allowing the ocean to lap over their clothed bodies. The sun-stricken, sand-walking vendors of jewelry and other paraphernalia are finally packing up and an old lady with missing teeth asks for help. Pesos. We do help.

Around here, I am grateful for my life. I am fortunate. I have never been stung by a bee.

Mexico

2010-08-30T11:28:00.000-07:00

Thurs. Aug. 19th

Now I'm sitting in a bedroom in a beautiful house in the jungle hillside village of Yelapa, a remote fishing town only accessible by boat, just south of Puerto Vallarta. After having arrived in Boca de Tomatlan, the jetting off place to Yelapa, where water taxis are the only transportaton, I find it has grown since my last visit two years ago. The small cove's beach is covered with umbrellas and sun chairs. We are immediately approached by vendors trying to sell us rooms for the night. "Cheaper, cheaper" they say.
We walk waist-deep in water with our bags to follow a man who shows us his "nice, cheap house". Through the muddy trail, under lush woods and flowering bushes, we arrive at a palapa. The concrete structure below supports an open upstairs flat with wooden beams and a thatched plam frond roof. A woman and her child are above, just up the tree house-like stairs. But everything is open and we decide to move onto the road to find another location.
Walking, following a stray dog's nose, we are led up through the hills to an inviting path of algae-covered stone steps, to this house where I'm now renting for the night. The stairs are exhausting! When we reach the top, a nice old woman comes out of her screen door to greet us and quote a price. $25 per night, together. We take it. Our room has tile floors, a dresser and table with a chair, two walls of widnows, one of which is only a screen, no glass. There's a fan and a view of the beautiful bay of Yelapa, fishing boats bobbing and blue ocean water mixing with the brown river that divides the beach from the town. Outside the window are native grasses, flowers, palm trees with unusual-looking orange balls the size of limes. The whistling of birds is drained out by the humming of the fan and the squeal of the cicadas. We walked down those steep and numerous stairs, through the town, across the river and onto the beach. We spend time there until it begins to rain. We again, were drenched by the pour, something of which we're beginning to grow quite accustomed. Our cliff-perched villa with balcony awaits, and the panoramic view of our little fishing village, which in the distance, awaits our private photo session.

Mexico

2010-08-30T08:35:00.000-07:00

Wed Aug. 18th

Steph and I landed in Puerto Vallarta, greeted by a lush mountain backdrop and cloudy warm skies. We quickly found our little hotel on the beach and put our things down to hit the streets in search of food.
We happened upon Bacalao, a somewhat pricey sit-down restaurant serving mostly seafood. We ordered smoked marlin tacos and spicy octopus tacos. They came in a corn tortilla with an avocado slice on top, folded into a small wavy metal tray whose grooves fit the tacos like a glove.
We then headed to the beach, run with Mexican tourists and vendors of marionettes, jewelry, tatoo books, blankets and shells. The vendors ranged anywhere from six years to seventy or eighty. These elderly women with their colorful skirts, gray hair pulled back into a pony tail, weathered skin, walking on the beach are strong. I have a lot of respect for someone who has to work into old age.

It starts raining and our sheet and purses are getting wet so we head to the main beach boulevard. We're greeted by a "hey, where ya'll from? I'm from Texas! And my wife and I sell tequila". Steph looks at me with a "what the hell, why not" expression and we go into this man's store where there are shelves of all grades of tequila, mostly 100% agave. We taste 6 or 7 little sips of everything from smokey to fruit-infused. His home-blend is mango, peach and guanabana-infused. After many of his attempts to sell us his blend, we decide to tip and leave.
Making our way around town, we pass shops with pottery, blown glass, jewelry and leather. The men are outside beckoning for our business with "hi beautiful ladies". Some shops were far from souvenier shops. There's often a simple domicile with the woman of the house cleaning, folding laundry or cooking while her children watch TV on a lace-covered couch in an unlit living room.
Then, it begins to really pour. We are running through the streets, soaked, laughing as we wade through the rivers that form on the cobble stone intersections. The rain was a sweet retreat from the sweltering humidity of this dusty town.

reaching chapter 7 in my book

2010-08-15T09:38:00.000-07:00

and have 3 editors waiting to read it. this book on living in brazil covers the people, the food, logistics of living there, the lifestyle, the history and the culture, of course. it will include illustrations from my travels and will provide inspiring and useful information about what it's like for a solo female to live in brazil.

what separates it from eat, pray, love is the illustrations and the fact that it is also a guide to living in brazil in addition to a memoir.

my new muse

2010-08-13T14:47:00.001-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8ckfho3e4o&feature=player_embedded

roommate pees in bed

2010-08-09T13:19:00.000-07:00

this morning i came home and to see him sleeping on the floor. nothing too unusual for him. then i looked at his bed, which had been disrobed from it's coverings. alas, a huge ring of wetness.
i asked him, when he woke up to declare he was still drunk from last night, if he had actually peed in his own bed, to which he replied, "yes, that's how bad it was".

glad i'm not his partner.

deer steals man's wife

2010-08-09T11:22:00.001-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fVWUaH2mCt4&feature=player_embedded

periodic table of cuss words

2010-08-03T16:28:00.000-07:00

http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l6khp0levA1qz7lxdo1_1280.gif?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&Expires=1280933582&Signature=W1jXopnfig6%2B4en04sCGRrjX21o%3D

i'm partial to OGB and CFB

a letter to a friend in nepal

2010-07-30T10:17:00.000-07:00

i don't know why, perhaps it is because i have lived in america my entire life, but i find asian and african cultures to be very interesting. i think it has to do with how ancient they are. there are so many layers to those civilizations and america is such a new country. so we don't have the deep religious tradition that other countries have practiced for years.

also, i would like to think i represent the american that most people around the world don't know. i'm educated and i travel and i speak three languages. unfortunately, what people see is the loud uneducated american middle - aged person with no respect (they don't even know they are being disrespectful) for another culture. some people think they can tromp all over and not be aware that people do things differently all over the world. i want to be more conscious of the way people live. as humans, i have come to understand that we are really the same. we all want to be loved. that's the bottom line.

nepal interests me because i know nothing about it. so does tunisia. so if you could enlighten me more about your culture, i would love it! i am reading a book about brazilian history right now. as i may have said, i was born in rio de janeiro and i had gone back to brazil 4 times before living there last year. i wanted to get back to my roots, because i was adopted by an american family when i was a year old. so i never really got any immersion into the brazilian culture. this is also an interesting culture to me because of it's blend of so many cultures. they are african, indian, japanese, dutch, french, german and portuguese, mostly. all these elements combined make for varied religious practices, types of food, different looking people, not to mention the size of the country! you get so many different climates and landscapes depending on what part of brazil you are in.

so i am writing a book about being a solo female traveler living in brazil. i thought i should do some research on brazilian history so i have a reference point for describing my experience living there. i wanted to originally do a book called "7 months" which would describe my experience living in different countries. the duration of my time in each country would be 7 months, the time i believe it takes to truly leave your own country and immerse yourself in another culture, to begin to understand how things work within that society. but finding work was a problem and continues to be a problem in under developed countries, because of the low pay and also because of my citizenship. i may be able to travel on a work visa, but i do hair for a living, and leaving the states proved to be very difficult for my career, as many clients had moved on. so i had to build my clientele from scratch. so there are financial issues.

my goal is to become a travel writer. so i have been reading a lot of travel magazines, which i have always done, to be able to follow and learn the manner in which articles are written, and who they are written for. it's a highly competitive field. but i'm passionate about it.

at some point, i want to travel to nepal. i would like to spend months there, watching how people live. i believe it will be mundane.... people washing clothes, going to work, talking on corners, just like they do everywhere. but i also imagine i would see things i have never seen. i'm intrigued by their tradition of burning a body after it dies and that you believe that "every human body is made by 5
elements Water, Air, Sky, Earth & fire. Once you get your human life with these
elements, when you are dead than you need to return back to those elements. So
we burn the body nearby the river." this doesn't exist in america. we just burry someone in the ground and everyone has a different idea of where that body or that soul resides.

i hope to take a ride on your elephant one day. he's cute. i always cry when i see them at the zoo. always.

LIVING IN BRAZIL, THE STORY OF A SOLO FEMALE TRAVELER.

2010-07-29T23:35:00.000-07:00

think that's a good name? taking suggestions.

neck hurting from being on the typewriter for hours. work, type, eat, drink, sleep, work, repeat. this all means something to me now. will it mean anything to anyone else?

wow. only in tenessee.

2010-07-28T13:37:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hvaeHllwtw&feature=player_embedded#!

In the process of writing the book

2010-07-27T10:40:00.000-07:00

I had no idea typewriters were such drama. I remember using them as a kid. I don't, however, remember making so many mistakes and having to use white out, then blow on it, wait for it to dry and continue typing. I also don't remember having to rewind the ribbon and every so often, flip the keys back when two pop up at the same time. Ah nostalgia.

new favorite music

2010-07-24T14:11:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TDiMe3SaLtE

virtualtourist.com updates

2010-07-24T13:59:00.001-07:00

http://members.virtualtourist.com/m/77102/

Kings of Convenience

2010-07-22T15:56:00.001-07:00

how did i not know about them?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7NYwXSNZLpQ&feature=player_embedded#!

vtrank 1943 !!!! woooo!! movin' on up!

2010-07-20T14:19:00.001-07:00

(that would be the world reputable travel website, virtualtourist.com
this will be my stepping stone to landing a travel writing job.
editing posts now for reviews.

some of the best dancing from christopher walken

2010-07-20T14:06:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y7rseCwM9mU&feature=player_embedded

let's not rule out the fatboy slim video

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K7Ky5R-vxns

new undocumented art coming soon!

2010-07-18T22:24:00.000-07:00

can't find camera battery charger. need to buy a new one.

art, work, computer, write, walk and eat.

2010-07-17T20:46:00.000-07:00

that's all i do these days.

brazil book

2010-07-17T20:43:00.000-07:00

changing plans:

i'm writing a book on living in brazil as an american female. i can't see it possible to go to 7 countries for 7 months each, living in each, and try to make a living moving around like that. if anyone knows a way, please tell me. i'm starting the book, but where to begin? i have all the info but it's about placing it in the right order, and having the reader engaged.

yeesss!!!! but why are they playing abba?

2010-07-15T12:18:00.001-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KU1qSSZDPws&feature=player_embedded

my second favorite song of the year so far

2010-07-13T21:05:00.001-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3CkfvYMCWM

this typifies practically every relationship i have ever had. "you make me go oooo"

travel writing job

2010-07-13T20:16:00.001-07:00

i had an opportunity to be travel writer... to be published. but there was something not right about it. when i went to their website, it didn't come up. so i thought it was bunk. then there are all these hoops you have to subscribe to being a writer. you have to do stuff i have never had to do for a paying job. so i called them on their shit and they told me they would find some other writers. some things were not meant to be. oh well. what a pain in the ass.

i found an old blog from a europe trip from years ago....fun to reminisce

2010-07-06T19:24:00.000-07:00

hey there everyone!
well i have been in berlin for 4 days and am leaving for paris tomorrow. i started in london, then rome, florence, venice and berlin. i am having a great experience and a lot of challenges. traveling alone and with another person has pros and cons. this trip, i am traveling with josh, who i am seeing. today i got lost in berlin...a few times. i ended up seeing more than i would have if i did what i had planned. that's the joy and the challenge.

basic rundown:
rome is huge and there is a lot to see. we did the Colosseum, the roman forum, the pantheon, trevi fountain, vatican, oh, some other stuff i don't remember...it's just so massive.
but florence is easily walkable, tangled webs of streets and beautiful quaint little wood working studios and boutique shops. i went to the same places i did on the last europe trip, and even stayed in the same hostel. i just love florence and wanted to return.
venice is an artist's paradise of inspiration. the buildings are very very old, ramshackle, colored, with shutters and potted flowers outside the windows, just like you see in the photos.. the waterways give away a bit of a stench but there are bridges all over and most of the walkways are narrow enough to touch with both hands outstretched. it's really easy to get lost in venice. the food in italy is soooooo good, but there is only so much pizza and paninis one can eat. i had to do steak (florentine style) one night. i have been trying to eat the local cuisine in each place but it's getting expensive.

so berlin is surprisingly modern. i mean, you think berlin and you think modern, but i think more about WW11 and those times...we went to checkpoint charlie, went through the museum that has replicas and original cars and gadgets people invented to get through the wall (smuggling kids in suitcases, hiding in trunks of cars, digging tunnels underground, flying over the wall in a hot air balloon, etc.) i have been using the metro like a champ, after getting lost a few times of course. i walked through this really old turkish community that has the meat of "real" germany. i had a doner kabab. it was so delicious. we saw the Reichstag, the Brandenburg gate and did a lot a lot a lot of walking .... not eating much of their food. truly, the best food in germany is not german. we went to this beer garden last night and josh ordered a veal brat and it came in a pot of hot water....just a brat in hot water...and it was white. no bun.... it's just different. i had something that looked like 3 really long red sausages, 3 pieces of an unidentifiable brown bread and half a plate of sauerkraut that looked like mashed potatoes. it was pretty damn good though once i put it all together with some mustard.

so that's all for now. i will send a link so you can see the photos.. sorry, no berlin photos yet.

hey there
well, we left berlin and flew to paris. the first metro stop we went to was the same one used in the movie amelie! i was really excited about that. they actually have an amelie tour but i skipped it...i figured there were other things to do. but, we stayed in montmartre, where some of my favorite artists were doing their thing around the turn of the century...toulouse-lautrec in particular. we explored montmartre a little on foot and saw a nice view of the city from the sacre coeur. we saw the eiffel tower but didn't go up...it was too late. we ended up having to take a cab back cause the metro was closed. our cab driver was like a character in a disney movie...."bon soir, bon soir..." all animated, old, hunched over, dark rimmed glasses and gnawing on his gums. so cute. anyway the tower is really beautiful at night because the lights are all twinkling like a firework spectacle. paris is a wonderful city like everyone says. i can't say much for the people but the food is good and the intimacy of the streets take you out of that big city feel (like you get in new york) and make each neighborhood more intimate with its own character. we didn't spend enough time in paris. we gave ourselves 5 days but we really need a couple weeks. i went to the louvre, which is overwhelming and contains lots of renaissance paintings....i just had to go since i was in paris. but what i am more passionate about was the orsay museum, which holds an impressive collection of pre, impressionist and post-impressionist art. i saw van gogh, lautrec, gauguin, monet, manet, renoir, poussin, etc. that was really where the excitement was. you know, you can only see so many flying naked babies and jesus paintings. what a relief when people finally started painting what they wanted!

so now i am in madrid, and i will be here for a couple days. i have been here before...it's kind of just a starting off point for lisbon. we ate mexican food last night and it cost 10 euros ($13) for 3 enchiladas!!! they don't really know mexican food here in spain. in paris, you get that international mix, like if you want to eat lebonese food, you can find it....that's how san francisco is. but in cities like madrid where the people are deeply engrained in their culture (been here for generations) you don't find as many options. actually, one of the best meals i had was a royal with cheese meal at macdonald's in paris!! tres american!

i don't know if i mentioned it in other emails ,but carnival keeps following us everywhere we go. in venice, we caught the first night of it. in paris, it was just beginning. in madrid, it's just beginning. today, tapas and beer is on the menu. i'm going to find me some good eats and they're everywhere! people eat so late here. i don't know if i can wait til ten at night!

traveling

2010-07-05T14:47:00.000-07:00

i've been looking at my travel photos and thinking, what an amazing experience. i have stayed in some of the sketchiest places, alone, and been okay. i wish that everyone had the opportunity or desire to do this.

"an adventure is an inconvenience rightly considered" says g.h. chesterton.

if only everyone could stop buying "stuff" and get in the travel mode, our world will be filled with open minds and hearts.

the goods

2010-07-03T17:39:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3xwCkhmies&feature=player_embedded

WOW. since i couldn't dare put this on facebook....

2010-07-03T17:19:00.000-07:00

http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/f75b50477c/finger-babies?rel=player

food poisoning AND allergies? this SUCKS

2010-06-21T13:44:00.001-07:00

the funniest vuvuzela video

2010-06-20T21:11:00.001-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z-Ln_rqPpPk&feature=player_embedded

VIRTUAL TOURIST

2010-06-20T19:35:00.000-07:00

http://members.virtualtourist.com/m/77102/

cathy and suzie.. another classic from the best of britain

2010-06-08T17:22:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Je08NphEWkw

one of the best

2010-06-08T17:18:00.001-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8f8yaM84Ey4&NR=1&feature=fvwp

i love the taste of p***y

2010-06-08T17:14:00.000-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mtP8-dYp3Bs&feature=player_embedded

the onion strikes back

2010-06-08T17:07:00.000-07:00

http://www.theonion.com/articles/new-ecofriendly-cigarettes-kill-destructive-human,17529/

fun times in cleveland again!

2010-06-08T12:16:00.001-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oZzgAjjuqZM

this will be a constant re-watch

2010-06-08T10:02:00.001-07:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vx_MpRP39as&feature=player_embedded

new virtual tourist rank

2010-06-08T09:55:00.001-07:00

2,063!