Sunday, August 31, 2008

Relaxing Weekend in Calama


Nothing happened this weekend. Sigh...it could not have been better. I watched a movie with John Friday night (21 was a great disappointment. I thought it would have given us a few gambling tips...nada). Saturday, I learned how to make pastel de choclo (like shepard's pie...but with corn instead of potatoes). Leslie's mother came to the house to teach me. She worked for an American family here in Calama for 10 years. The father worked as an engineer for the cooper mine (we have the largest open cooper mine in the world). She explained that she learned how to make torta (cake) from the American family. She also described their different foods and preparations...a roast with potatoes and carrots, cocktails with chocolate covered insects... The American family sounded world-traveled. I hope the insect drink did not originate in the States... After the cooking lessons, Chris, John, and I chatted with the family and hit the roads on bikes. Yes, we have discovered that all of our families have bikes, yet no one uses them! I'm quite pleased that Chris figured this out and now we have some transportation for day trips around town. Last night, I took a few Rosetta Stone lessons and fell asleep around 10 pm! As Chris says - for what reason would I go out in Calama?! Today, Chris and I hit the grocery store bright and early to purchase food for our asado. The bbq was a nice change of pace for all of us...even though the actual barbecuing did not work. Gas grills have spoiled us over the years. Luckily, my house is only a few blocks from the park. I was able to run home to pressure cook the chicken and...much to my surprise...find my packaged from Marilou and Bob! Two weeks late and on a Sunday...it was unexpected to say the least! I'm super excited to start taking some photos with my own camera!!!!

Here is the address they used:
M. Catherine Lambert
c/o Leslie Araya
1891 Ave Balmaceda
V. San Rafael
Calama, Chile CL

Thursday, August 28, 2008

Something Spiffy


This blog needs something spiffy...so I've decided to write a few things I've noticed in Chile and at school...I hope you can share my laughter!

No trashcans...ok, that is a lie - every 20 or so blocks you can find a trashcan similar to the size of one at Starbucks. About 12 inches wide and three feet high. They are metal and always overflowing! The custom here is to simply leave trash on the street.

I have around 546 students each week plus 8 debate students and a soon-to-be extracurricular "American Cultures" class.

I found peanut butter last week and nearly fainted with excitement. I don't even buy peanut butter at home...but something about the processed peanut makes me so incredibly happy everyday!

No soap - no toilet paper - no problem. I pack toilet paper with me every day for school. Soap does not exist in most bathrooms. Apparently, the United States is a little OCD about hand washing. Thank god I started to de-germ-a-phob two years ago... My hand sanitizer is fab.

Pizza...in Chile, you can substitute the tomato sauce with ketchup...because their tomato sauce is more like a non-smoky bbq sauce... Its good, its just sweet. Popular toppings include yellow cheese and large, thick deli slices of ham. At home when making pizza - you also microwave it. Leslie and Rodrigo looked at me as if I had three heads when I asked if we were going to bake it...

Milk and eggs - not refrigerated in the store.

Chocolate chips do not exist - except in packaged cookies. Chocolate is very expensive and not very popular in this region of Chile. Manjar - or dulce de leche - is king. It is used on crackers - in cakes - as a flavor for ice cream, yogurt, and many, many other sweets. It is similar to caramel - as popular as Nutella is in Europe and pb is in the States.

You can't refer to the US as America...because this is America also. The States seems to be the most common name in English.

The accent and dialect here is completely different than Spanish. Esta Aqui becomes 'taki.' Vamos becomes 'vamo.' Tricky for someone trying to remember Spanish...

This week, I launched a new lesson plan. On Monday, my students stared at me blankly. I decided Monday night to revamp my teaching method...ditch the lessons and go straight for the games. The second level is learning about transportation - so what better way to approach the subject than by using "Pimp My Ride?!" Yes, friends - I pulled from MTV. And guess what happened...they loved it! I've been using the lesson plan all week. I've printed coloring book pictures of cars, boats, helicopters, etc and asked the students to pimp their rides. First, I open the class with: What is Pimp My Ride? I laugh (inside) every time I say that. I can't believe I'm actually asking that question in class. After a few questioning looks - I refer to the board where I've copied the logo. The class (all of them) breaks down in laughter. Their faces say: yes, we did hear that correctly. I start hearing words...English words...car...repair...Xhibit... I separate them into groups of three and ask them to explain the vehicle and then make it better. The same students who have difficulty saying: my favorite color is blue - suddenly can say exhaust pipe and aerodynamic. The students that had no interest last week - start asking me: how do I say...what is that...(while pointing to the pictures). The more creative ideas: a fire truck that shoots ice cream, a bus with sofas instead of seats, a fire truck with a rum factory, gold rims with dollar signs, flames painted across the sides... I was asked how to spell catalytic converter...I have no idea. I'm quite pleased with my new philosophy of teaching. Not all students were as advanced, but even the lower level English students enjoyed the exercise and tried.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Pictures from San Pedro

Sandboarding from Chris' camera: http://picasaweb.google.com/mcatherinelambert/ChrisPhotosSanPedroSandBoarding

For Kris

On Sunday, my friend Kris passed away. I sandboarded in San Pedro on Saturday...he would have loved it!

Kristopher James "Zeus" Zuccato, 32, of Stone Harbor, passed away on Sunday, August 24, 2008 doing what he loved most - surfing with his friends. Born in Cape May Court House, he was a lifetime resident of Stone Harbor and Cape May Court House. Kris loved surfing, playing drums, art, music, snowboarding, skateboarding, and mountain biking. He loved his circle of friends and all the crazy things he did with them.Kris is survived by his parents, Michael and Lorraine Zuccato, Sr.; his maternal mother, Sandra Olson; his sister, Nancy Sittineri and her husband, Joe; his brothers, Michael Zuccato, Jr. and his wife, Stacey, and Stephen Novakowski and his wife, Tara; his loving girlfriend, Libby Karcsh; his grandparents, Harriet and Mario Zuccato, Sr.; his nieces, Victoria, Jenna, Alyssa, Camden, and Ali; and his nephew, Stephen.A celebration of Kris' life will be held on Thursday, August 28, 2008 at 6:00 p.m. at the Radzieta Funeral Home, 9 Hand Avenue, Cape May Court House, where viewing will be held from 4:00 to 5:30 p.m. Interment will be private. Memorial donations may be made to the American Heart Association, South Jersey Chapter, 600 South White Horse Pike, Audubon, NJ 08106 or the Brendan Borek High Tides Memorial Fund, P.O. Box 41, Avalon, NJ 08202.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

San Pedro

Pictures coming soon! Check the Book of Face for a few shots uploaded by Kat.

San Pedro is AMAZING. Only an hour and 1/2 from Calama, the town is incredibly full of activities: ruins, volcano and hot springs, horse back riding, biking, sand surfing, moon valley, and so many other awesome sights. To be continued...

Thursday, August 21, 2008


Now, onto the section for the other 90% of this blog audience!

Iquique…the Miami of Chile with a definite splash of Malibu

Thursday – John and I arrive at 10:30 pm…wait, the trip really started at 5 pm when John and I boarded the Kenny Bus. John and I jokingly laughed about how nice the bus is and how crazy our host families and teachers must be for warning us about such a wonderful bus…then the first movie flashed upon the screen: Pearl Harbor. As John said, “well, I guess the other Pearl Harbor must be a remake.” The black and white TV displayed not one image of Pearl Harbor; instead, the movie took place in Nazi Germany’s concentration camps. To say the least, we never saw the shores of Pearl Harbor. We did however see many children scream as the were marched into smoking buildings. While it was refreshing to see that Chile must believe in the Holocaust – it wasn’t exactly the perfect way to start our first excursion from Calama!

As we laughed about how absurd it was that the bus company would select such a film, the bus stopped. In the middle of the barren desert, we picked up a man from the side of the road. He apparently had a ticket. Where he came from – we have no idea. Not one house, structure, car, etc could be seen. After one or two more of these stops, the bus was at capacity. A woman exited the bus and the driver accompanied her to the luggage area. Paranoid me watched the luggage area like a hawk from my window seat. The driver opened the large door to the luggage compartment and the woman peered in, leaned in, and then crawled in. I thought to myself: she must be retrieving a bag. Then, the driver shut the door, boarded the bus, and continued to drive!

Yes, we drove the entire way to Iquique with a woman under the bus. We think/hope she was in the sleeping chamber (which we saw when we arrived in Iquique – we assume it’s for the staff). John asked the bus attendant about the woman when we first saw the incident. The attendant simply said: there’s no more room on the bus.

As our shock subsided regarding the woman, the second movie started: Resident Evil. As if the holocaust was not graphic enough, the first few minutes of Resident Evil provided many scenes full of decapitated zombies and bloody attacks. The nine year old across the aisle from us cringed as each zombie and human were destroyed… Chile is so similar to the United States in so many ways – yet the word litigious hasn’t seemed to enter the vocabulary here. This makes our differences even more apparent. 16 law suits would have been filed in the United States during the bus ride. In great contrast, we took a Pullman bus back to Calama on Sunday. The Pullman bus did not have any passengers under the bus (that we know of), stopped for a routine drug search while crossing the desert (the Kenny bus did not…), provided us a snack of juice and cookies, and selected Ice Age for family-friendly entertainment.

Iquique trip blog to be continued…what to look forward to: descriptions of Kristen’s Iquique home (similar to one in Malibu), pelicans with wing spans of 6-7 ft, the most amazing empanadas, a concert to celebrate the Assumption, and John’s birthday in Pica! Check out the pictures for a photo tour.

Unfiltered Perspective


To my parents and family:

I sit in the church of Pica. Fruit sticks to my fingers and mixes with the smell of incense and wood. I gaze up to the ceiling – a beautiful dome of aqua paint and rounded windows shaped like four leaf clovers. The simplicity and passion of the Chilean people allow my own mind to open and swell with so many thoughts. I breathe deeply filling my lungs with the warm air. I exhale every last bit of trapped air within me. As I take another breath, I hope only to soak up this moment.

I live each day with so many thoughts of you. Everything you have provided for me, taught me, and shown me through your actions and words. I take in the church and can’t help but see it through your eyes. The thickly coated wood plank ceiling overwhelms the barely noticeable metal rods stretching above the pews to support the ancient walls. A single energy efficient light bulb dangles from each rod. My eyes then drift to the statues adorned with clothing made by individual stitches.

Saint Teresita Pray for Us.

Every moment of my life seems to be with me as I sit here. I can breathe deeply and smell Grandpop’s perfume of motor oil and cocktails. Grandmom’s voice crackles as she turns down Wheel of Fortune to greet another visitor. I hear myself chomping on oyster crackers as I sprawl across their sunlit floor. The stained glass railing shakes slightly as Dad grips the banister to climb up the steps to join us. With the next breath, I can feel the rush of wind across my face as I glide through the air on my swing that stretches far above the house. Another breath. Dad flips Mickey Mouse pancakes as mom heats butter and syrup in a glass bowl. Rob, Susan, and Kim have already left the house in a flurry of action. I gaze at my plate of breakfast and realize that this moment is mine.

This moment is mine.

So many memories and emotions flash before me. The church reappears as I open my eyes. This moment is why I came to Chile. For moments of solitude that allow me to categorize the important aspects of my life. Unfiltered perspective. Seeing a life so different allows me to see my own. Chile is a silent picture for me where the lack of understandable language only highlights every action and detail. As I observe encounters between family, friends, students, and coworkers, I can identify the many universals that exist in all of our lives. A kind word accompanied by a blush, a child sleeping soundly on their father, excited voices as a host tells his lunch guests a funny story.

I climb into the worn bus wrapped in a fresh layer of dust. I watch as the tiny town of Pica slowly thins into fruit farms, sporadic shacks, and then desert. The tall hills of sand absorb the reds and pinks of another Chilean sunset.

Everything you have provided me – lives in each cell of my mind. I appreciate every note of guidance, inspiration of curiosity, and second of unconditional generosity. Everything that makes me who I am – originates in you. Even the moments that don’t directly tie to you, only exist because of you. Thank you.

(Location: Pica, Chile - a small town two hours inland from Iquique)
PS - I've heard that this post is a bit sappy...there shouldn't be anything surprising about that...

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Photos!


Throw Back...

This post is long…but I haven’t written since I got here!

I’m not sure what I’d do without Rodrigo and his mother. Tiredness has consumed me this past week. Long days mixed with a constant state of: what is this person saying – what is going to happen next – is that person talking to me – has left me drained. Learning Spanish has become a lower priority for these initial days, as strange as that may sound (considering Spanish skills would erase the majority of my stress). This week I hope to reenergize and devote many hours to the language. For now, I have settled into talking with Rodrigo, who is completely fluent.

My conversations with Rodrigo expand his already impressive knowledge of the English language. My dialogue with Leslie differs greatly! We both try to piece together the limited vocabulary we have. I’m learning how far I can go with hand gestures and pointing. Friday night, Leslie took me to the discotheque, Gollum. It’s one of two in Calama. The discotheque reminded me of 1994. The DJ did not play one song made since 1990 and the club-goers danced with barely a shuffle. Women apparently do not dance in groups, so pairs of men and women danced 2-3 feet apart while the singles waited on the sidelines for someone to ask them. Compared to Leslie and I pointing at the dance floor, signaling toward the bathroom, and simulating drinking movements…Rodrigo and I discussed the meaning of “throw back” in regards to a People magazine article and impending autopsy of a Chilean student murdered in Washington, DC. I look forward to learning more Spanish so that Leslie and I can have more in depth conversations. Rodrigo works as a wonderful translator for us – but it would be nice to speak directly.

Yesterday, we had a late dinner (5 pm – it is usually served at 2 pm) of American cuisine. The three of us went to the grocery store and explored the aisles for necessary ingredients. I prepared roasted rosemary (romero) chicken (pollo) and rosemary potatoes (papas) as we snacked on bread with Philadelphia cream cheese. I think/hope Rodrigo enjoyed learning how to make new dishes and sampling something from the US. This morning I will make an oreo cheesecake. Rodrigo said that he had heard of cheesecake, but has never tried it. The ingredients for that were a bit trickier – graham crackers were not available, hence the addition of oreos. For lunch, we will have a Marilou staple: tuna on whole grain bread (something not very popular here – white bread is the most common) with tomato and lettuce accompanied by Lay’s Americano Corte (aka potato chips). There was much confusion over the word chips because chips translate to fried potatoes here.

A food side note for Bob: The Hellman’s mayo is similar here, except its yellow and sold in aluminum bags. Tomato sauce and many other products are packaged in Capri-Sun-looking containers. The ingredients are not listed on the back, but I’m assuming its just food dye that makes is a bright yellow. You will also be happy to know I had stomach at the school. Leslie and Rodrigo do not eat it – but its popular here as a lower cost meal. The stomach was prepared in a stew and was very tough. Luckily, there were potatoes and vegetables in the stew as well…the other teachers were divided about liking the stomach. I think it will be my last time eating cow’s stomach. Other different things...dried milk is popular. There is liquid milk too in the refrigerator section, but dried milk and chocolate seem to be the most common way to make hot chocolate. Salt and Pepper are not a pair here. They do not use our version of black pepper much here. I needed to search for it in the spice aisle. Instead of peanut butter or nutella, they have dulce de leche – a caramel-like substance. This is used in almost every baked good and to spread on crackers or toast.


Leslie prepared tea at 11 pm after her family visited to fix the hot water heater. Her sister, brother-in-law, and two nieces are extremely nice. The two girls (around 2 and 7 years old) are both learning English. The older girl will visit soon for hot chocolate and some English dialogue! Because the main meal is during the day, tea consisted of fresh bread, ham, Philadelphia cream cheese, jam, mayo, and tea. During meals, Chileans like to sit for an hour or two to talk. This I enjoy very much because it reminds me of our family dinners in Valley Forge.

We sat until 1 am talking about subjects ranging from the dangers of nightclubs to the experience of raising a child in a single-parent household. Leslie laughs and tells the story that her husband went for cigarettes and never returned. Rodrigo explains that this is not the entire story – but a funny way of summarizing it. Leslie (through Rodrigo’s translation) added that she enjoyed living with just Rodrigo. She can invite anyone she wants to the house at anytime. She said now that I was staying here – I could invite my father, my friends, anyone to the house and we wouldn’t have to worry about someone else’s opinion. Leslie supported Rodrigo by working in a dentist’s office for 20 years. The job paid well and allowed her to buy this home and take care of her family. Her main goal in life is to see Rodrigo succeed. She said she could die only when she knew he was a success. The conversation continued with topics such as family values, dreams, and Chile. While there are so many differences about Calama, many things remain the same as the US. Rodrigo and Leslie exude kindness. I am thrilled to spend the next four months getting to know them. I also look forward to Rodrigo visiting me in the United States to practice his English more!

The teachers at the school have also welcomed me with open arms. I went to a dinner at the school Friday night for the teachers at 9 pm. The dinner celebrated Father’s Day (apparently there was a conflict in June). The female teachers prepared dinner and made presentations for the men. The most interesting presentation involved a Columbian woman. I’ve learned that many Columbian women come to Calama to “work”….as strippers and more. The woman clothed in a tank top and mini skirt poll danced for the group…something that I can’t imagine happening in our public school system!!!! Then the men played a pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey style game with an Adam-and-Eve style woman outline (the donkey) and leaf (the tail). The dinner was quite normal and fun otherwise. I made friends with Javier the music teacher who offered to help me learn to play the guitar if I will practice English with him. He’s also trying to learn Chinese…but alas, it seems I only know one language. Javier explained that the town talks negatively about him because he has two children with two women. He explained that the second woman left him and Calama. I’m not sure of the entire story…I’m sure I will find out. I need to double check – but I believe a law allowing divorce is a recent addition here in Chile.

More about Calama…it is a city in the desert with a river. This makes it very populated (150,000) and very expensive, even though the majority of people are in a lower income bracket. The river is…pretty much dried up. There is a pool of stagnate water filled with algae and moss. I live very close to the river and look forward to having the volunteers over to bbq in the park (bbqs are very popular in Chile – they are called Asados). The two main attractions here are a town center and shopping mall. The Calama Mall is similar to a mall in the States. My school is only a few blocks from the mall. The town center has many stores and a handful of restaurants. Calama is a dangerous city at night. Gun and drug crime are high due to its proximity to Bolivia. Oscar, one of the English teachers, explained to me that higher than the murder rate – is the suicide rate. Rodrigo also commented on the same thing when I asked how guns were used in crime. The volunteers have been advised by their host families not to leave the house after 4/6 pm. This fact adds to how ecstatic I am that the house has internet! Everything in Calama also has a layer of dust. It is incredibly dry (an understatement considering it is actually the most arid desert in the world). My nose has started to bleed a bit, but I think that I will adjust soon enough. Friday I purchased my first over priced bottle of body lotion…one of many I predict!

The school is the best in Calama for high school (media). I will find out my schedule on Monday (how many classes – how many students – what times, etc). I will also help with the debate team. During my first practice with them on Thursday, I was shocked to hear such discourse including the term: globalization. Rodrigo is on the debate as well and seems to speak the best English. Last night, he asked me the difference between like and as. With most of his questions, I’m very happy I have an English degree and can answer – this one stumped me! I could give examples and generally define the idea of comparisons…but to actually tell him a concrete difference between like and as…I will need to do some research today! Back to the school…The students wear uniforms and seem to be well behaved. The school is very safe and is completely gated. I’ve been introduced to many of the classes and have found the two most popular questions are: Do you have a boyfriend? Do you like George Bush? After the first class, I’ve learned its best to say yes I have a boyfriend and no I do not like George Bush. Otherwise – the students think I’m 22 and they are 18 – and George Bush could be the most hated man in Chile. The students are all quite pleased when they learn that I’m an Obama supporter! Phew, thank goodness I’m a liberal!

Well I’m off to make cheesecake – can’t wait to write more soon! Please feel free to comment here or send me an email! We are also going to Chiu-Chui – a small town outside of the city! I will write all about it this week!