Monday, December 26, 2011

It's beginning to look a lot like Summer

This was my first Christmas away from home so I figured I'd make I might as well make it as nontraditional as possible and spend it in the southern hemisphere. 

There were a few things a bit different for me being in Argentina.  For starters, it's summer here, which might be normal for Argentina, but not for us winter Christmasers who bundle up in sweaters with cocoa and coffee to watch Home Alone marathons on a regular basis.  Another things is that, like New Years Eve is for us, Christmas Eve is the biggest night of the year down here.  So we celebrated by dressing up and having an asado (barbeque) around 10:30 pm and cracking open a bottle of champagne to go watch the fireworks outside.  They were going off like crazy all over the city - it was like the 4th of July when I was a kid, before firework control to effect. Some guy in the villas (slums) was even setting them off as well, Facu said "he probably didn't eat tonight, but he's setting off fireworks."  Which is pretty amazing and sad at the same time since they probably didn't much to give, yet they're willing to give what they did have to share the celebration of Christ's birth with everyone.

About 12:15 AM on Christmas morning!
After the fireworks finished, we all went back inside to open presents from "Papa Noel" (Santa Claus).  Us foreigners were really surprised because we usually open presents after everyone wakes up in the morning, but this was really neat doing it this way because then you can enjoy the rest of the day with your friends and family.  So we sat around and some more people came over for dessert and then around 2A.M. we headed out to a Christmas party at a friend's house. 

When we got home the next morning (!), I changed into a skirt and tank top, strolled downstairs and got ready for another asado with Facu's dad's family.  He is one of 7 kids so they all came over with their kids and it reminded me a lot of Christmas with my family since there were tons of people in the house.  They set some tables up outside for lunch and then we all went inside and exchanged more gifts.  Everyone was so friendly and welcoming to us confused winter celebraters and it was a lot of fun. And even though I missed my family and friends at home quite a bit I'm really glad I got to experience and appreciate celebrating a little differently this year.  I hope everyone had a Merry Christmas and I cannot wait to see what this next year has in store.
Fruit Pizza for the Christmas BBQ
Skyping with my family later



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Sunday, December 11, 2011

Machu Picchu

Well, I finally got the opportunity to see Machu Picchu.  It had been on the travel list for awhile and then the trip just kind of fell into my lap.  Bernard Chu, a Southwestern buddy, had been telling me he was heading that way in November and so I just jumped on board.  The only issue was missing Christmas since I was planning on heading to Argentina and didn't see a point of going back to the States when I was already so close.  But my parents assured me that they wouldn't disown me for missing out (although my mom has graciously been sending me pictures of all the Christmas decorations she decided to put up to rub it in).  I will just pretend it's her way of coping with my absence this year.

NFL Sunday
So after avoiding the malls on Black Friday, I shoved half my life into a few suitcases hoping I wouldn't be charged an arm and a leg for luggage fees.  After arriving in Lima I met up with Bernard and we headed to stay at a guest house of our friend Whitney - also a  booketeer.  She actually grew up in Peru so we took advantage of her language skills and headed to Cuzco.  Cuzco is a great little city but a bit high so we had to spend a little time getting acclimated up there with some Coca Tea.  There is a great little pub called Norton Rat's in the main square that we crashed for awhile. They were promoting NFL Sunday so as Americans it was a no-brainer which bar to go to.  It was actually pretty weird because I ran into a guy with a Cowboys hat on that happened to be from the exact same city as me and even lived with a family friend of ours when he was out in LA.  Small world.

Our trip to Peru was already planned out and completely organized be a tour guide that my friend Emily recommended.  His name is Jimmy Jhon and he was awesome and if any of you want to travel there some day let me know so I can give you his info. Not only was he more reasonably priced than most guides, but he also picked us up from the airport in Cuzco and from then on out we didn't have to worry about anything.  He already had our meals, hostels, excursions, train tickets, and tickets to Machu Picchu all set up so all we needed to do was survive long enough to take advantage of everything.  Easier said than done though. (Also her really like to be called Jaime Juan).

The first day we took a van up to the top of a mountain that was 2796 feet above sea level (4500 meters) and then biked 72 Kilometers down (about 45 miles).  It was great, the weather was beautiful, the view was amazing, etc.  And the roads were surprisingly good.  Afterwards we grabbed some lunch and went white water rafting which was good. We headed to dinner and then a local bar for a bit, keeping in mind that we had to get up at 6am the next day.  The 2nd day we had an 8 hour hike up the Inca Jungle Trail with a few stops on the way (Thanks God).  It was the most difficult hike I've ever done.  Not really sure if it's the altitude or that I'm just out of shape, but I was really sore the next few days.  It was beautiful though because we could see the whole valley from the top.  And the places we stopped at for more water, bug spray, etc. were neat little homes of people that lived up there.  They all had monkeys for pets and sold their homemade juices, chocolate, and other things like Gatorade. At the end of the hike though there were some really nice hot springs strategically located for our use. So good. 

Relaxing in the hot springs
The next day we went zip lining between the mountains which was really cool.  Some of the areas between the lines though were a little iffy.  For instance, we landed on one platform and had to climb up a ladder (which is probably the best word for it) that consisted of metal bars hammered in to the rock on the side of the mountain.  Which reminds me to mention, that if you're afraid of heights then you should probably avoid going to Machu Picchu or at least hiking any of the trails to it.  There were many parts were I knew if I slipped or stepped on a loose rock that I was a goner. Not really sure how I managed to survive actually, seeing as I'm not the most coordinated person and add a backpack on there that weighs have my body weight.  It's a miracle really.

Path up Wayna Picchu
We had a 3 hour hike over some railroad tracks after the zip lining which brought us to Aguas Calientes, the town at the base of Machu Picchu. It was a cute little town built around the river, probably one of the nicest towns I saw while in Peru.  Some good restaurants and little shops to look through, though the prices were a lot higher compared to Cuzco since we were at Machu Picchu.  But we had an option of either waking up at 4am to hike to Machu Picchu the next day or wake up at 530 and take a bus up.  Definitely chose the bus. Best choice we could have made too because not only did we get to sleep longer, but Whitney had sprained her ankle the week before and it was swelling up again after all the hiking, but also, if we had hiked up we would have been completely drained.  And this would probably have prevented us from hiking up Wayna Picchu which is a cliff overlooking Machu Picchu.  It was really steep and you had to go slow since it was a lot riskier than your typical mounting hike, but it was definitely worth it once you got to the top.  The view was amazing.

There were some "stairs" if that's what you want to call them that people were coming down while we were hiking up.  All I could think when looking at them was "there is no way in hell that I'm going down those stairs."  Here's a pic of them:



And even though we went up a different way, guess had we had to go down?  That's right, the stairs of death. They give you no other option.  It was okay though, you just had to go REALLY slow.  But it was definitely worth it.

There were a few first experiences for me this trip.  One was peeing in a hole in the ground. Awesome.  Now I see why guys love peeing outside. Another was the consistent lack of running water in the hostels we stayed at.  It was great for me because I had an excuse not to shower everyday (although a few cold showers were necessary when running water was found). I think my favorite part was in one hostel the water wasn't working so Bernard went to tell the lady "hey there's no water...no hay agua" and she just looked at him and said in Spanish: "yeah, the water is turned off"  and then just walked away.  No big deal, and not going to do anything about it. Another thing I had never seen before was people taking the pet monkeys around town.  We were eating breakfast one day and this woman's brown hair started moving and then jumped down onto the table.  Obviously it wasn't really her hair, just the baby monkey living in it...which she proceeded to start feeding at the table in the middle of the restaurant.  Don't worry though, I'm pretty sure health codes don't exist in Peru, so nobody got mad at her. A very common thing there that I wasn't used to was when you were standing in line somewhere, patiently waiting your turn, people would just come up and cut in front of you.  No biggie, I was just standing there for 10 minutes like a normal human being, but thanks for making me hate you.  Forget social courtesy, next time I go I'm gonna cut lines like nobody's business.

Also, while Cuzco and Aguas Calientes were really nice cities, Lima was the ugliest place I have ever seen.  And I'm from Plano, Texas.  Plano.  First off there was no green anywhere, I don't remember seeing any trees outside of this one park we went to.  Second, the buildings were no higher than 3 stories, brown, and everywhere.  I think the city has 10 something million people and there aren't really any skyscrapers so it was just built out.  I didn't feel it was necessary to take any picture of it during the day time.  I took one picture of a street at night where the lights could help disguise the ugliness.  Here it is, enjoy:

Anyway, I think that's it.  Here are some more pictures from the trip!

 
Cuzco, main square

Where we biked the 1st day
Monkey on a leash
the group
chewing Coca leaves to help with altitude sicknes
not really sure what these are
nice safe mountain pass

Santa Maria ghost town
my feet after the 8 hour hike

they were blasting one of the mountains




Cuzco


Machu Picchu

our awesome guide

at the top of Wayna Picchu
 

Machu Picchu

travel buddies
rest stop

fountain park in Lima

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Southern Traditions


So I've officially moved back to Dallas.  Training finished and I came home to work from here.  The Sunday before I left though, I heard something loud behind the house.  There's a farm back there that's open to the public and when looking, we discovered a civil war reenactment going on.  I had never seen one before and it was kind of cool.  Nerdy, but cool. 

It was pretty crazy how much the gound shook when they fired those cannons. Here's some more pictures:


 
The aftermath
Then on my way home I stopped in Memphis for the Rhodes College Homecoming.  I got to see my old roommates and a bunch of friends.  We relived the old glory days at Central BBQ, Memphis Pizza Cafe, and Celtic Crossing. Pinky and I even snagged some classy strawberry Andre from Tip Top to take to the game.  We all tried to take a shot beforehand but failed miserably.  Just aint what we used to be huh?

It also felt really weird being there and not going to school anymore.  It's weird to think about how life moves on after you even though it happens all the time.  High school, college, job changes, moving to different places, etc.  I sometimes forget that it happens with everything, even when going home to my own home.  It's especially weird when you discover that you're now officially the shortest person in the family (like I did when my 14 year old brother inched ahead).

:(

Here are some pictures from Homecoming.







I think that's all for now because the RANGERS game is on.  WOOT!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Nashville & Boston

So I've been really bad at updating since I returned Stateside.  But to sum things up since then here's what's been going on:  went floating down the Guadalupe River with friends, spent a significant amount of time job hunting, found a job, drove to Nashville for training, and now I'm still here.  I got a job with a company called 3rd Home (3rdhome.com) which is a sister company of Southwestern.  They had 3 of us come here for training so I stopped in Memphis on the way over.  You know, after leaving Southwestern last summer I never thought I'd be coming back to Lander's Plaza so soon.  I feel like that's what every book kid says after every summer.


Nashville is a pretty cool city.  Corey B came to visit last weekend and we ate the most delicious pancakes in the world at the Pancake Pantry.  I'm pretty sure they're filled with crack because they are just too good to not be made with illegal substances.  Hung out with Colleen some last week when her work needed girls for an intense game of coed kickball.  She gave me a nice dress to wear so that my shirt matched everyone else's. I felt really cool.  Oh and some random guy on the opposing team just whipped out a cigarette and started smoking it on second base like it was no big deal.  Really? 

Chelsea introduced me to Radnor Lake in Brentwood.  I'm kind of addicted to going there every Sunday now.  Now the big question is whether to go go Homecoming or not.  My boss asked me to stick around Nashville for a few more weeks, so I might just have to stop by Rhodes on the way home.  I feel so old.

What else?  Oh, I flew up to Boston for my cousin's wedding.  It was really great to see everyone since it had been at least 5 years since we'd been up there last (except Steve who was avoiding his favorite cousin).  I don't know how Shane did it, but he needs to give my brother a lesson on how to trick pretty girls into marrying you.  Eric and I got to stay with Janet and explore the city with Sheila and Rob.  Such a great city.  We got to see Betty's new bakery as well.  Check out her website if you want to induce a food coma: On the Rise Baking 

Here are some pictures from the last few weeks:

Beale Street, Memphis, TN
Where the Boston Massacre took place.




Boston Aquarium


"I'm gonna kill me some redcoats."

Paul Revere's footstone (bottom right). haha.

Eric and mom
Franklin, Tennessee