Saturday, April 30, 2011

Ecuador in a Nutshell

Top Ten Memorable Moments from my
 Ecuadorian adventure over Holy Week:

1.) Walking Across the Peruvian-Ecuadorian border- This was most definitely an interesting experience. I am not sure if everything that went down was completely legal, but we quite literally just walked over the border (a bridge that took us over a river of floating, pungent trash.) As three white girls with our huge travel backpacks on, we stood out, to say the least..... Everyone was staring at us, trying to sell us their outrageously huge watermellons, and laughing at us as we clearly had never "immigrated" in such a unprofessional, casual manner before. The only "official" thing about our border crossing were the two HUGE signs enclosing both sides of the bridge reading "Bienvenidos a Ecuador" and "Bienvenidos a Peru."

2.) Best Meal Ever- After lots of bus rides and shady immigration offices, naturally we built up an appetite for our first Ecuadorian meal. At a pitstop in the middle of nowhere, in a rainstorm, we decided we had to eat. We looked around at a few restaurants and finally gave into our gut instincts, settling upon the most adorable little food stand/tent/shack on the side of the road. The smells surrounding it were too good, we simply could not resist. The little Ecuadorian woman, encircled by tons of pots and pans over hot coals, smiled as we approached her. We asked her to see a menu. Her menu=her taking us under her "restaurant tarp" and verbally listing off everything that she had prepared for the day. We stayed. And ate. And it was amazing. Who says that street food isn´t top notch? It was the best meal I had the entire trip. :)

3.) Ecuadorian Baby Shower- Just one day after arriving in Quito, Ecuador, my two friends and I found ourselves at one of the most beautiful gatherings ever. The family who we were staying with had been preparing for their son and daughter-in-law´s baby shower for quite sometime, and we just happened to arrive on the day it happened. As South American culture goes, they naturally invited us to join the celebration (even though we had just met them minutes before.) The Baby Shower was absolutely beautiful....a mini Wedding reception if you will. There were over 80 people there, the event was catered in with waiters, champagne, and was held outside under a beautiful white tent. It lasted a total of 8 hours and was full of friends and family that had travelled from far to welcome little baby Isabella-to-be into their family. I felt so blessed to be a part of the event, and everyone welcomed us as though they had known us forever. It was a beautiful way to spend our first day in Eucador.

4.) Trip to Baños- Us girls had heard many amazing things about the city of Baños in Ecuador, and we decided to make the trek there for a three day gettaway. We took a 6 hour bus ride (which cost only $2 per person of course) and were absolutely in awe when we arrived.  Isolated in the greenest valley of tropical rainforest, Baños could not have been a more beautiful site. Our hostal´s view included a waterfall, natural hot springs, and the most lush vegetation I have ever seen. Not bad for $15 :)  While in Banos we shopped, sought out adorable local restuarants, went horse back riding and hiking into the rainforest, zip-lined through the canopies, rented bikes for $5 and explored the area, and swung jumped off a bridge (not quite bungee jumping, but very similiar.) And yes, diving head first off a bridge attached to a rope with no slack was one of the scariest things I have ever done. But so worth it.

5.) Mitad del Mundo- After returning back to Quito, we made the trip to "Mitad del Mundo," the Middle of the World. You can literally jump over the northern and southern hemisphere line. (or be in both at the same time...hehe)

6.) Sketchy Hostal Experiences- Traveling around Ecuador for 10 days, I almost have to make atleast one comment about some of the nasty hostals we stayed in. For example, gotta love the hostal with live crickets in the bed, concrete floor that smells like someone´s rotting basement, and walls that are perpetually vibrating from the never-ending bar party next door. Or, cant forget the hostal with soaking wet beds, upon arrival. (I shared a bed with Steph that night...and was too grossed out to go under the sheets.) It´s nasty hostals like these that just get you all the more excited to wake up in the morning, check out, and head to your next planned adventure!

7.) Montañita Tríp- The only way I can think of describing this city is...the mini Miami of Ecuador. Although we only spent 1 night and 1.5 days in this vacation town, its almost impossible not to feel like you are on a reality TV show entitled, "I live at the beach and have no responsibilites." haha, this little town is dominated by tourists who come to enjoy the gorgeous beaches and do nothing but relax, eat, and drink. As much as we loved Montañita, the frozen margaritas at sunset, and laying on the beach, us girls decided that too much Montañita could be dangerous....(meaning you forget that real life and daily routine actually exist.)

8.) Holy Thursday- All day long on Holy Thursday the only thing I could think about was Mass. Holy Thursday is one of my favorite Masses of the year, and I was so excited to celebrate Holy Week in such a faith-based, culturally alive country. When we arrived at the catherdral in downtown Quito, La Iglesia San Francisco, I was overcome by the beauty. Every part of the enormous chapel was covered in gold and the archetiture was breathtaking. We arrived 25min before Mass, and there were already thousands of people packing into the Church hustling around to find seats. My friends and I were lucky to snag a pew. I settled in, took off my purse (BAD idea), placed it next to my friend sitting in our pew, and kneeled down to pray. A few minutes later my purse was gone, stolen right out of the pew. Pretty much all of my valuables (minus my Passport, thank God) were inside my purse. After reporting the incidence to a police officer, a local man told me that he saw the 50 year old couple that took it but was too afraid to say anything....The whole experience was a major learning experience for me. Attending Mass that night right after my purse was stolen was exactly what I needed...and God reminded me in a loving way not to become too attached to any form of material wealth. My friends were amazing....they called my dad while I was in Mass asking him to cancel my credit card, bought me a new prayer journal and crucifix, and asked our taxi drviver to stop at McDonalds on the way home so we could pity-eat McFlurries to make me feel better. With me, ice cream cures everything. . :)

9.) Good Friday- On Good Friday we were blessed to partake in one of the coolest religious ceremonies I have ever experienced. In downtown Quito every Holy Friday thousands of people gather to celebrate the Lord´s Passion with a long, beautiful, and very intense procession through the streets. People dress up in purple costumes covering them from head to toe and march to solemn music for hours. Many Ecuadorians also dress as Jesus, carry a cross, and have people literally whip them with chains until they bleed. I have never seen such dedication and outright passion. The ceremony was not only a rich cultural experience, but spiritually it was very moving as well. Good Friday Mass was also extremely powerful, as always. To experience Holy Week in a South American country is something I will never forget.

10.) Easter Sunday- I had to save the best for last, EASTER! Easter Sunday was one of the most refreshing and spiritually renewing experiences! (especially after the whole incidence with my purse.) I got the Mass times wrong, and accidentally got to the Church 1.5 hours early. That time before Mass ended up being a beautiful opportunity to be alone in a gorgeous church on a sunny morning, thank God for my amazing trip, and simply rest/rejoice in His Risen presence! The Mass was perfect. Absolutely perfect. My favorite part? -Out of nowhere, they lowered down a 5 year old boy dressed like an angel from the choir loft. The members of the church had taken out the boards from the loft, placed the little boy in a chair attached to ropes, and little by little lowered him down. The boy, extremely proud of his highly esteemed role and big white wings, was so adorable. As he was being let down, he sprinkled rose petals and Holy Water over the statue of Mary. When he finally reached the platform where Mary was, the men took the ropes off of him and placed him on the board where Mary was mounted. What was the first thing he did after being released? He went straight to Mary, clinging to her, and hugging her for what must have been atleast 10 minutes. Ahh, you cannot deny the perfectly pure, innocent joy that is Easter Sunday. :)

As soon as I can get a hold of my friend´s pictures from our trip, I will put them on my blog! Unfortunately, all +500 pictures that I had taken were on my camera...which was inside my purse...which was stolen. ha

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Expectations.

One of the biggest lessons I have learned while studying abroad: Throw your expectations out the window.

Whether I am trying fried eggplant with mustard, registering for classes at 6am, or going on a Peruvian weeklong retreat, I have realized that each experience is different and deserves its own name, its own unreplicated fingerprint. Each experience deserves a splash of color and personality in the story that is my abroad semester here in Lima.  Each encounter is specifically created to embrace the people, place, and moment in a unique manner. By entering these new and cultural experiences with "expectations," I am immediately limiting myself. With each predetermined judgment or awaited anticipation, I am taking away from the very beauty that is a new experience. I am learning the best way to prepare for these new moments....is by not preparing at all. For uncharted territories are nothing but the opportunity to learn something new, the opportunity to be surprised, the opportunity to be left in awe...bewildered by God´s beauty. And how can we plan for that? We cannot.

I was left in awe last week by one of these "experiences." God revealed to me the power behind expectations in such an unbelievable way...

Wanting to get more involved here with the Christian groups on my University´s campus, I sought out the student ministry department seeking ways to get more plugged in. I met the priests (two very young and lively men) who introduced me to other students involved in the Christian ministries. After speaking to various groups of students, Father Lennel introduced me to Angelica. If I had to describe Angelica, I would say that she is one of the most joyful, beautiful women I have ever met. It is clear by the happiness spilling out of her that she really loves God and the Catholic Church. :) She was so sweet right away...telling me all about things to do in Lima and ways to get more involved with my faith on campus. Going home that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I wanted to speak with her again....there was something so different about her, so intriguing. I sent her a message that evening asking her is she would like to meet up for lunch. She said that she would love to and we planned to meet up the next day in one of the campus cafeterias.


Walking to meet her the next day, I was thinking about her love for God. I knew that I wanted to ask her more about it...where did it come from? How had she arrived at this point in her life? What made her so excited and passionate about the Catholic Church? The more and more I thought about it, the more and more I told myself to stop wondering....With Peru being 92% Catholic, I convinced myself that clearly Angelica was just culturally and naturally Catholic like everyone else in Peru. I presumed she grew up Catholic her whole life and was positive that she had the same story of “everyone” else in the country...raised by parents in the Church...and now simply continuing that path into her college life. I assumed that her Christian faith was a direct result of her surroundings.

I was so wrong.

Angelica and I sat down with our lunches...and within a matter of 2 minutes, we were talking about faith. I asked her how she came to believe so strongly in her Christian faith. (Although I politely asked, I was sure I already knew her answer).

Her response absolutely shocked me.

Angelica shared with me her story:

Angelica grew up as a minority in Peru her entire life. She was always the “different one.” It was not her skin color or her language that made her so, it was her religion. Angelica and her family were Buddhist living in a Catholic dominated country. With little to no Buddhist community for them to relate with, Angelica told me it was hard at times finding her true identity among friends and classmates. Regardless, she continued to practice her Buddhist faith and follow her parents/grandparents wishes for her within the realms of the religion.

At age 23, Angelica experienced a drastic tug at her heart, causing everything to change. She told me that out of nowhere, she began questioning her Buddhist faith. She began wondering if God, Jesus really existed. She began doubting Buddhism and its beliefs. She went to bed that same night asking herself, “What do I believe in?”

That night Angelica had a dream that changed her life. In her dream, Angelica was dressed in all white and holding a cross. She looked down at the crucifix, and in the dream began to recite the Catholic creed, word for word….perfectly memorized.

I believe in God, the Father almighty, creator of heaven and earth. I believe in Jesus Christ, his only Son, our Lord. He was conceived by the power of the Holy Spirit and born of the Virgin Mary. He suffered under Pontius Pilate, was crucified, died, and was buried. He descended to the dead. On the third day he rose again. He ascended into heaven, and is seated at the right hand of the Father. He will come again to judge the living and the dead. I believe in the Holy Spirit, the holy catholic Church, the communion of saints, the forgiveness of sins, the resurrection of the body, and the life everlasting. Amen.”
This prayer, said by Catholics every week at Mass around the world, was something completely foreign and unknown to Angelica. As a Buddhist, she had never attended Mass or any Catholic/Christian event in her life. Yet, in her dream, she was reciting this prayer perfectly…each word rolling off of her tongue with such grace and familiarity. She said the creed as if she had known it her whole life…
Angelica woke up, in awe by what had just happened. She remembered lying in bed the night before and asking herself, “What do I believe in?” …only to experience a dream reciting a prayer who’s first three words were…“I believe in…” Her heart was molded, transformed in a way she didn’t realize was possible. Angelica knew God had spoken to her that night, allowing her to see in a concrete way what He desired her to believe in. God quite literally opened her ears, eyes, and even mouth to His word, His promise.
Angelica spoke to a priest the next day, told her parents about her spiritual transformation, and was baptized a week later into the Catholic Church. She told me that she was so excited, she simply could not wait. She now lives every aspect of her life for Christ, giving all of herself to Him daily. Angelica is so truly passionate about her faith, such a living witness of Christ´s transforming power.  
I walked into that lunch date thinking I had Angelica and her faith story all figured out.
Expectations? Better not.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Peruvian Birthdays, Paintballing, and Presidential Elections

First off, I have to apologize for my lack of blogging lately. I swear, I have an excuse....my laptop hates me. But seriously, my computer has been on-and-off broken for the last 3 weeks. I have made a grand total of 5 trips to two different repair stores, 25 minute taxi rides one-way to downtown Lima. I am not sure what the problem is, but this morning when it wouldnt turn on after the computer man "fixed it for good" (for the 5th time)....I decided I just need to accept the fact that it is officially broken. It´s been a bit frustrating, but I have been able to use the computers at my University and my sisters at my host home let me borrow theirs. I am hoping to order a new one soon. Atleast I got to know Roberto, the computer man, pretty well through all of this craziness....we are on a personal cell phone calling basis at this point...haha.

Soo, I decided to recap the three top experiences from the past couple weeks here in Peru!

 1.) Peruvian Birthdays! :)
I turned 21 here in Peru last Wednesday...my first official birthday outside of the United States! My host family suprised me the night before my birthday with a huge lasagna dinner with music and wine and singing and candles and an ice cream cake....with a HUGE firecracker (no joke) on top! It was so sweet how they planned it all without me knowing anything. Then at midnight my host sister and her friend came in my room with ANOTHER cake and candles to sing to me AGAIN! You can never have too many cakes on your birthday, right? They were delicious!  On my birthday I had class in the morning, then went to Miraflores, this adorable bohemian style neighborhood, with my two really good girlfriends here (the ones I am going to ecuador with!) for an amazing lunch at this outdoor Greek restaurant right by the ocean.  At night we went out salsa dancing to celebrate! Definitely a memorable and sucessful 21st birthday experience in a different country! Thanks again to everyone for all the bithday cards, emails, and packages!

2.) Paintballing***If you ever decide to paintball while in Peru, you should know these things:**
1. It is intense. They do not mess around south of the equator. In the waiver we signed it literally said that if you are injured/die during the games,  the paintballing company is not liable. What? That is the sketchiest disclaimer ever. Die? Really?
2. It is extremely hot. Not only are you playing outdoors...in Peruvian heat...but you are covered from head to toe in the hottest paintballing army-like body suit ever. You will sweat...so much...and smell.
3. Dodging around barriers and rolling around on the ground like you are in an actual war will make you feel very hardcore. And athletic. And powerful. (....for a moment,  you might actually consider joining the Peruvian army with all of the adrenaline pulsating through you....and then you realize that in reality, you would never do that.) ...but the thought is still exhilirating for sure.
4. During all the battle cries and army attacks, you may forget for a split second that you are actually in Peru... Then, you take off your face mask and look off into the distance. You will see the most amazingly beautiful Peruvian mountains...and you will quickly be reminded of the gorgeous country you are in.
5. After paintballing, naturally you will go with your Peruvian friends to grab some local ceviche (famous seafood here) for lunch. Over the most amazing seafood you have ever tasted, you will "discuss" which team actually won the battle....[insert much spanish bickering here.]

3.) Peruvian Elections
The Peruvian presidential elections were on Sunday! The system here....is interesting. I was on my way to the beach on Sunday (only 3 blocks from my house) when I was shocked by what I saw. What did I see? THE LONGEST LINE OF MY LIFE! Peruvians were wrapped and wrapped around the block just waiting to vote at their polling station. Everytime I was sure that the line ended, it turned around yet another corner....On the news, they said that some Peruvians waited for up to 5 hours to vote. Here in Peru, they use a compulsory voting system, in other words, voting is obligatory for all over age 18. If you do not vote, you are fined. There were 13, yes 13, candidates running for president. After yesterday, they narrowed in down to the top two candidates: Keiko Fujimori (the only female candidate) and Ollanta Humala. There is much controversy with both of these candidates because:
1.) Keiko´s father, ex-president of Peru, is currently in jail for killing an estimated 70,000 people during the terrorist era in Peru during the 80´s. Many people fear that Keiko´s presidency may be a reflection of her father´s. Also, with Peru being a very machismo, male dominated country, the possibility of Keiko becoming the first female president has many people upset...(well, mostly just the men.)
2.) Ollanta has been referred to "as the next Hugo Chavez." People fear that his presidency could bring about a dangerous communistic era to Peru. There is even a page on Facebook called "Ollanta=Chavez" that you can "like" if you agree with the commonalities found among the two politicians. Interesting.

The second round of elections will take place in about two months to name the winner. Until then, political propaganda will continue to swallow up every square inch of Lima, AND my host mom will continue living as Keiko´s #1 fan. She is a fanatic. She even asked me to hand out Keiko flyers the other day as I was going on my run. She was joking...I think. ;)


                                            The night of my birthday! :)
                                                  Intense, right? haha
                         We decided that the girls needed to stick together...
                                    Our paintball group, looking hardcore.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

ECUADOR!!

Life Update:

I have OFFICIALLY booked my tickets to Ecuador over Holy Week for 10 days!!!! :) Can't wait to experience another amazing South American country!


The two amazing girls I am going to Ecuador with! :)