Novio!

I had the privilege of having my boyfriend Isaac come visit me in Honduras, and we had a wonderful time. We spent the weekend at Lago Yojoa with another Calvin student and her boyfriend who flew with Isaac, which is the biggest (maybe the only?) lake in Honduras. After finding out our reservations didn't quite go through as planned, we found another hotelish place that was directly on the lake. It was beautiful. The next morning we took busses to the waterfall. We decided to pay a guide to take us behind the waterfalls, which was the best decision we could have ever made. We actually walked directly underneath the waterfall, jumped 24 feet off the waterfall, and entered a cave directly underneath the waterfall. It was one of the most dangerous and most exciting things I have ever done! At some points you had to put your head down and breath through your mouth so that water wouldn't enter, and you couldn't see anything because water was pouring down all around you. We also walked some parts all holding hands because we couldn't see anything. I didn't think it was possible to actually go under a waterfall so big, especially without signing anything before hand! Although it was really really scary, it was probably one of the top 5 things I have done in my life and I would do it again in a heartbeat!

On Sunday we headed back and made our way to Nueva Suyapa where Isaac met my "Second" family. We talked and sipped delicious coffee for 4 hours! I translated for Isaac as the Dad told us his opinions about the coo, the government, and poverty. It was such a fun experience for both of us. We laughed a lot, especially when they got out the measuring stick to measure how tall Isaac really is.

We spent a lot of time with my host family, playing soccer, jenga, and watching good old Honduran TV (actually Isaac slept through that). Jimena talked non stop to Isaac and never quite understood that he doesn't understand Spanish. Isaac finally started replying to her in English to confuse her, which made my host brother (who speaks English) into giggles. We also went to classes together, ate Honduran food, and talked a lot. Im so thankful he got to experience a little bit of my life here.

Needless to say, with a whole Honduran family in love with me and then with my boyfriend, and with Phanie living next door, I have a Honduran wedding being planned as we speak :)

Nicaragua

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Pictures:
1. At a National Park on top of a Volcano
2. Doing the high ropes course in the jungle
3. Pablo (Program Director) and me at a Cathedral
4. The 3 boys I mention near the end with Trent in the Capital City
5. Some girls in the Capital
6. The old Cathedral that is now deserted in the Capital
7. Ruben Darío's Grave!!! Super exciting!
8. A typical street in Nicaragua
Video:
1. Of the volcano (it reminded me of the Bad Lands

We just got back from a 5 day trip to Nicaragua! It was a good trip and we did a lot of fun things: We climbed a volcano, went into a big cave with flashlights, did a high ropes course in a jungle, went to the capital city, did some shopping, and played lots of games. Although Nicaragua has a sad history with the United States, it is a beautiful country that is looking for restoration. It is fighting to eliminate poverty, drugs, and the history of revolution. These are some random pictures from the trip.

A little side story, we were in the old capital which was destroyed by an earthquake so now it is empty and the new capital is on the other side of the town, and I met 3 boys. They chatted with me about their lives and even did a foot race for me :) All three were around 11 years old, and only one went to school. When I asked why the other boys didn't go to school, they told me that they had to drop out to collect pop bottles to bring money and food to their families. They each had about a half of a trash bag of pop bottles, and I asked how much they would would get for each bag. They told me that they sell them to a man every day, and for a full bag they get 1 cordoba (21 Cordobas=$1, so 1 cordoba is pocket change). To buy almost any kind of food costs at least 20 Cordobas. They told me that today was an unlucky day because they each only had about half a bag and that the man would get mad at them tonight.

That sure puts things into perspective huh? Each Calvin student did the ropes course (part of the program), which cost around $40 US dollars. It seems like such a good deal, especially because the course lasted at least 3 hours......
Some Math: $40=840 Cordobas
This means that it would take 840 days (more than 2 years) of collecting pop bottles to earn what one student payed for a high ropes course. If only it was easier to define the line between giving away everything you have and being created to enjoy creation and life....we need a combination of both in our lives. Easier said than done.

En Español
Acabamos de regresar de un viaje de 5 días en Nicaragua. Fue un viaje muy bueno y hacemos muchos cosas divertidos! Subimos un volcano, entramos en una cueva con focos, hacemos una canopía aventura en una selva, fuimos al capital, fuimos de compras, y jugamos muchos juegos. Aunque Nicaragua tiene una historia muy triste con los EEUU, es un país linda que está buscando por restauración. Está luchando para eliminar la pobreza, drogas, y la historia de revolución. Esos son varios fotos del viaje.

Un cuentito, fuimos en el capital viejo que fue destruida por un terremoto y ahora es vacío y el capital nueva es en el otro lado del pueblo, y conocí 3 niños. Ellos charlaron conmigo sobre sus vidas y hicieron un correo de pie para mi ☺. Todos tenían mas o menos 11 años, pero solo uno fue a la escuela. Cuando pregunté porque los otros 2 no asistan la escuela, me dijeron que tienen que buscar jarros de refrescos para traer dinero y comida a sus familias. Tenían como un mitad de una bolsa de jarros, y pregunté cuantas valen cada bolsa. Me dijeron que los venden a un hombre cada día, y para una bolsa llena reciben 1 Córdoba. (21 Córdobas=$1, 1 Córdoba es casi nada). Para comprar casi cualquier comida, cuesta a lo menos 20 Córdobas. Me dijeron que hoy fue un día mala porque solo tenían la mitad de una bolsa y que el hombre va a ser enojado con ellos.

Se pone cosas en perspectiva verdad? Cada estudiante de Calvin hicieron la canopía aventura (parte del programa), que costó casi $40. Aparece como barato, especialmente porque la canopía fue por casi 3 horas…..

Un poco de matemáticas: $40=840 Córdobas
Este significa que tomaría 840 días (más de 2 años) de colectar jarros de refrescos para ganar que un estudiante pagó por una canopía aventura. Si solamente fue más fácil a definir la línea entre dar todo que se tiene y estar creado para disfrutar la vida y creación….necesitamos una combinación de ambos. Más fácil decirlo que hacerlo.

Maquilas/Sweat shops (This is a long one but worth reading!)

Before visiting a sweatshop in Honduras, I had an image in my head of a dusty big warehouse building with a bad environment and hundreds of people working hard all day. However, the sweatshop I visited was a newer building with a fairly clean environment, actually cleaner than the book factory I worked at in Michigan. Basically, I knew nothing about sweatshops.

In Honduras, there are 2 kinds of factories. The majority are those that make clothes, and a few make a type of band for cars. The number one country with the most factories is China, and Honduras is number ten on the list. In Honduran factories, there are 100,000 employees, with another 300,000 support employees (drivers, airlines, lunch lines, housekeeping, etc.). These jobs are very important to the country.

The minimum wage in Honduras is $225/month, or $7/day, but the minimum wage in factories in Honduras is $180/month, or $5.60/day. In Bangladesh, it is $3.00/day. Before Mel Zelaya was president in Honduras, the minimum wage for normal jobs and for factories was equal, but he decided to raise minimum wage for everyone except those in factories.

If tomorrow Lobo, the President of Honduras decided to raise minimum wage for factories in Honduras, the factory owners would pack up and move to Nicaragua, or any other country where minimum wage was lower, leaving 400,000 Honduran workers without jobs.

Of all the importations of the US, Honduras makes up only 2.5%, meaning that 97.5% of US importations come from other countries. This is an unequal relationship. If tomorrow Honduras decided to go on strike and not send the US any materials, the US would shrug its shoulders and say, “Eh” as if they just flicked a tick off their shoulder. But, if tomorrow the US decided to shut down all the factories in Honduras, many Hondurans would be without jobs and the Honduran economy would drop drastically, as if you were the tick that just got flicked and stomped on. This is to say that the power is in the hands of the US.

There are very bad factories in the world with horrible conditions that produce dollar store materials and knock off brands, but generally speaking (at least in Honduras), the factory jobs are stable and good jobs for many people, and are better than many alternative jobs. So, the principle problem is the salary. It is almost impossible to live off of $5.60 a day for one person, and many workers are supporting families of 4 or 5 people. Bus fares, food, clothes, uniforms, pencils for your children to do homework, house payments, all with $5.60/day. Also, they are working very hard for very little money. This summer I sat behind a desk for my job and made more money an hour than they make in a day for doing almost nothing. Our Professor, who has lived in Honduras for 20 years, said, “I honestly don’t know how they live off of so little.”

Another problem is that many of the sweatshop owners are Gringos (Americans) and a small part are Asian or of other races. They are making a lot of money while giving low salaries to factories in other countries in order to make more profits. However, if we called up these clothing line owners and persuaded them to pay out of their pocket to double the salaries of the employees, the stockholders would go mad and fights would break out.

So what’s the answer? To me, there seems like there are 2 options. One is to change the hearts of the owners to create fair businesses in the first place. The other is to change the consumers (you and me) who are creating the demand for these products.

Fair Trade coffee took a step in changing consumers. They created a stamp to put on coffee that says that it was made with fair wages. In order to get this stamp, companies have to meet certain requirements to become certified. Although this fair trade coffee is more expensive, the money you spend to buy it goes towards higher employee wages. The alternative is to buy cheap coffee that was made in a factory with unfair wages. The more and more people that buy products with this stamp and stop buying products without the stamp, the more pressure companies will receive to re-do their companies in order to meet the requirements to get the stamp of fair trade because they will have to compete with the fair trade companies. For example, if tomorrow everyone decided to only buy Fair trade coffee for the rest of their life, eventually all companies would become Fair trade to rise to the competition.

This same thing needs to happen with clothing. Buying cheap clothing at Kohl’s or cheap food at Aldi seems like a good deal, (and I have always chosen good deals) but it is actually supporting giving low wages to employees working in sweatshops. Spending more money on a product that was made in a better place with fairer wages is a better idea. Picture this. Tomorrow you meet a woman and can choose to pay her $5/hr or $7/hr, knowing that she is supporting a family of 5. I would tell myself that to me $2 is nothing, but for her an extra $2/hr means she can afford a uniform to send her son to school. Now, picture that when you but a cup of coffee and have the option of paying more for Fair trade.

What would be ideal is if tomorrow, a huge group of people decided to only buy fair trade products. This would pressure companies to restructure their factories in order to receive the consumer’s desire to buy products produced at fair wages. Unfortunately, this is a lot easier to do with coffee than with clothes, but it can be done with the unity of the people. My question is why isn’t there an organization for Fair trade clothing, and who wants to start one (or support one that I don’t know of) with me? As Gandhi said, “Be the change you want to see in the world.” Although our Dutch minds may tell us otherwise, we should choose to spend more money knowing it is giving well-earned food to a family.

(The two pictures are of my university and a project that I am doing in Sculpture class).

Nueva Suyapa

We spent 2 days and 1 night in Nueva Suyapa, a poorer town near my house. I stayed with a wonderful family who was very excited to have students in their house. We spent the day talking, playing soccer next to the house, and cooking with the family. I taught the older boy how to play some songs on an itty bitty keyboard, and when the Dad came home he was very proud. At night, the boys pulled their mattress next to ours (Katherine stayed with me too, another Calvin student) and we played games into the night. The youngest boy (3 yrs) fell asleep in my arms, and I lay awake all night listening to the roosters crowing and the dogs barking. We came, slept, and left in the same clothes. Their house did not have running water, just water in jugs and an outhouse.

I learned more about a simple life that night. The family did not have a nice house or bathroom, and some walls were made of cardboard. But inside the house were crafts, a tv, and food for the family. I saw a humble family that I hadn't seen before in Honduras, one where the Dad helped cook and clean instead of expecting his wife to do it for him (Machismo). The Dad is a construction worker but is taking classes to become something similar to an Engineer, and was thrilled to know that my Dad is an Engineer. He pulled out perspective drawings and showed me how to draw angles. We chatted about the US, about poverty, about trash, about houses, about school, about everything.

The video is of the youngest boy, Jared (3 yrs) doing a pop-a-wheely (Caballito, or little horse in spanish) for us. He was like a little monkey and got into trouble while we were there and he experienced the harsh side of a belt. I left with a sad heart, and the older boy (Mario) cried because he was sad. I assured them I would return to give more piano lessons and so they can meet my Mom when she comes to visit me on Thursday. Part of me wishes I could live in that humble town every day.

For some reason my internet was fast enough today to upload 2 videos! The second video is of my little sister singing to me. She sings those songs about 20 times a day.






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fotos

Here are some random fotos from the past few weeks. One is from my Aunt's birthday party, and the rest are of my cute siblings. This week is a normal week of class...

Aqui son algunas fotos randomes de las semanas pasadas. Una es del cumpleaños de mi tia, y los otros son de mis hermanitos bonitos. Este semana es una semana normal llena de classes....

Daily Life vs. When Papí comes

A normal day in my life here consists of me waking up with howling dogs and squawking birds. I stumble downstairs to turn on the water, then stumble upstairs and into the shower where I begin my battle with the small ants. I take a quick cold shower, shake the ants out of my clothes, and go downstairs where my host Mom has cooked a breakfast big enough for 2 people. It takes me 30 minutes to eat the food, drink a large glass of ice cold oatmeal in sugar water (I have learned to like it), and talk with my host mom about a million different things. I am usually eating secretly killing ants and she is usually talking non stop. She wears old clothes, or sometimes only a large shirt and rarely leaves the house. I am always still listening when the doorbell rings, signaling that I have to run upstairs, brush my teeth, and run downstairs to meet the girls waiting at my door to walk to school.

On the 30 minute walk to school I finish killing the ants in my sandals, watch for thieves, chat with Calvin students and begin sweating. I then go to class. In linguistics class I thank God for the air conditioning, kill ants crawling out of my books ,and draw on the pages. In sculpture class (with Honduran students) I sweat constantly, laugh hysterically at the flamboyant professor and learn so much about the difference between a Honduran class and a US class. I usually have no idea whats going on but when I ask the other Honduran students, they have no idea as well ☺ Such is the life in Honduras.

I eat lunch at the Cafeteria and usually order a Baleada (tortilla, beans, and cheese). I sit outside on the campus, do some homework or sketches and meet new people. Depending on the day and if its raining (it usually rains hard around 4:00 pm and at night), I either walk home or go to the library to study for a while. On the walk home I sweat even more because it is mostly up hill and my books always seem to weigh more. I enter my house and get bombarded with an excited 4 year old wanting to play every game she owns. I walk into the living room and sink into the couch, tired from a long walk. I then try to do homework with a 4 year old copying my every move and drawing all over my homework. I play memory with her or dominoes with the Bananagram pieces with my brother (by the way scrabble/banagrams is almost impossible in Spanish because the words use so many vowels).

I eat a large supper and then wash the dishes by hand and chat with my brother or host Mom. My host Mom is very worried about me leaving after 5:30pm because it is dark, so I watch Munecas de la Mafia (Mafia Dolls), take a long needed shower, kill the ants in my bed, and fall asleep to honking horns and loud neighbors.

However, when Papí comes home, the world changes. I met my host Dad for the first time this weekend. He is a rather small, short man who rarely talks. He is very serious and when he talks he hardly opens his mouth and has a thick accent. To the kids, it is like Santa Claus has entered the house. My host Mom wore nice clothes, makeup, and high heels (she becomes a Diva). After he arrived, we went directly to a huge mall (similar to the mall of America) that had a tiny theme park for kids. My siblings only had to say “Papí, I want this!” and out came the money. We went out to eat at 2 different restaurants, and then to a Kariokee bar until 1:00 am. (The fear of being out a dark vanished and my host Mom turned into a night person).

We slept in the next morning until 10:00 am and then left again to go a nearby city named Valle de Angeles, where Papí bought bracelets, toys, candy, and drinks for everyone. I found it quite amusing because the man rarely talks. My sister said “Papí look! I want that!” and he says “mmmm” pulls out money and buys it. What a different and exciting weekend compared to my daily life. We never ate inside the house and I tried and saw more things in 2 days than I did the whole first month. My host Mom says that he usually stays for 8-15 days, but he has a lot of work on the farm right now so he is leaving tomorrow already. I am curious to see what it looks like when he stays for 8-15 days.

Amapala

I went to Amapala (a volcanic island) with 9 other students this weekend for a mini vacation. We arrived on Friday after experimenting with the bus system and found a hotel with a somewhat clean pool to cool off in. Then we went to the ocean and explored a cave and found 100s of bats in murky water! On Saturday we climbed the volcano. It took 7 hours total.....almost too much to handle for me, but the view was worth it. One picture is of the volcano, and yes, we did climb all the way to the top. The other photo is me on top of the world. At one point, we were so high that we were inside a cloud and everything was foggy. I don't think I have ever seen anything so beautiful in my life before.

The ride home was another story as I experienced trying to flag down a bus full with more than 100 people, and then cramming more people on the bus for the first time in my life. I closed my eyes and prayed that I would remain standing in the heat for the 2 hours without passing out.

Tomorrow is another week of classes, except for Wednesday because it is the day of independence here. Tomorrow I have my first hospital visit for my ethnographic study to visit the place and learn how to get there with busses or taxis.

I hope you are all enjoying the cooler weather as fall arrives and know that I am jealous as it will get hotter here!