Sunday, October 21, 2012


12th/13th week--

As of today, I have been in South America for three months. Can you believe it?! Me neither.

We have so much to catch up on. I'll go ahead and apologize if this post gets a little lengthy and if I overload it with pictures. But it was a great past two weeks, and I love sharing with you all. Plus I just enjoy pictures... I'll begin with the obvious: my trip to Buenos Aires!

My three friends--Alyssa, Leighton, and Molly--and I left Thursday afternoon for our three night, four and a half day trip to Buenos Aires, Argentina. I was soo antsy all day at school. I could hardly contain my excitement! It didn't help that we had an "international feria" that day, where all of us exchange students divided into our respective countries and provided food, country information, and pictures for the Uruguayan students. We served biscuits, choco. chip cookies, fried and non-fried Oreos, m&m's, brownies, and of course coca-cola. I felt like it was one of those days I had in high school, right before Christmas break, when I was so close to freedom but still had to be in school even though it was usually all fun and games... but in this situation I actually still had serious class with serious notes. But my antsy-ness overcame the serious, along with all that sugar from the feria!

The time finally arrived for us to depart for Buenos Aires. After buying some empanadas for dinner on the road in the cafeteria, we hopped on a bus outside of the University to book it to the center of the city in order to pick up Leighton/Alyssa's suitcases before heading to the port. Keep in mind as you read that we were running on very limited time at this point and I had my suitcase with me. Anyways, the bus began to take some back streets (at a snail's pace, might I add) due to an insane amount of traffic ahead. It was going so slow, in fact, that we decided to get off and walk (with my rolling suitcase) to Leighton's apartment in el centro. As we began to walk towards the main street, we began to discover the cause of all of the traffic and commotion: a large protest. As my friend Alyssa joked, "Why couldn't they have chosen another day to be politically active?!" Thus, we proceeded to weave in and out (with my rolling suitcase) of the masses of people around us which included protesters, onlookers, and those trying to get the heck away from the protest themselves. We grabbed the suitcases, put on our handy-dandy money belts--which we think are hilarious--and made our way back into the thick of the protest in order to hail a taxi... Nearly impossible. After chasing down a taxi and (literally) piling in with our suitcases, we finally made it to the port to catch our ferry. Despite a little 'check-in/ticket confirmation mishap,' we easily boarded the ferry, found our seats, and breathed a sigh of relief. We were on our way to Buenos Aires.

The gift of a friend is one of God's most wonderful gifts. Thanks to a friend, and her brother's wife's sister, we were blessed with an apartment in the hermoso neighborhood of Recoleta. My friend's brother picked us up from the port in Buenos Aires when we arrived around midnight and took us to the apartment--I felt like we were receiving the star treatment! The apartment was perfect for us. Two bedrooms with two single beds and one double, a family room with a large table for 'family-meals,' a kitchen with everything we needed to cook, and...wait for it... TWO bathrooms. I know, right?! We were welcomed by an adorable drawing from my friend's brother's wife's sister's child and four little chocolates. Already, I was falling in love with the city, and I hadn't even been outside of the apartment yet!

The next morning we awoke, enjoyed a scrumptious breakfast provided by the owner of the apartment (again, star-treatment), and then took a stroll to the grocery store to buy our meals for the weekend. It is actually mind-boggling how much money you can save when you cook your own meals rather than going out for every meal. After grocery shopping, and a little 'I can't call anyone on my cell phone and need to get in touch with someone because I don't know where she is meeting us nor what she looks like cuz I haven't seen her in four years-mishap,' we managed to meet up with Alyssa's friend, Hannah, who is studying in Buenos Aires for the semester. Hannah was such a blessing. She toured us around the city and let us use her bus card. We filled the day visiting many parts of the city: the cemetery of Recoleta (which is massive, and eerily beautiful), el obelisco (Washington Monument-esque, Plaza de Mayo and Casa Rosada (where Eva Perón delivered her famous speech), the Cathedral (breathtaking), and a park in the neighborhood of Palermo (home of a very nice climbing tree). That night we went to a bar on top of a roof in Palermo Soho, called quite cleverly, 'the roof,' where we spent the night meeting other exchange students and conversing IN SPANISH with people from Buenos Aires. When we left 'the roof', we all felt so accomplished, for we really recognized how much our Spanish had grown since our arrival in South America.
 
Day 1 in Buenos Aires: el cementerio Recoleta, el obelisco, la Plaza del Mayo, Casa Rosada, la Catedral, parque en Palermo.
 
On day two, we met up with Hannah and hopped on a bus to the barrio of La Boca. La Boca is alive with evidence of the immigrants who made their way into Buenos Aires from Italy, Spain, and other parts of Europe. The aged houses burst with the brightest of colors. Hannah told us that the immigrants used to make these houses out of the old metal from the ships, which is why the houses are a hodge-podge of different colors. The tango is quite prominent in this neighborhood, as La Boca was, and still remains, a lower, working-class neighborhood. Although La Boca is now filled with touristy tourists (like ourselves) during the day, the people still maintain their love of tango and the influence of the immigrants remains clear. La Boca has so much character. We wandered around and looked at the artesian crafts for a while, and then settled down into a tiny, outdoor restaurant for some comida muy rica (as in delicious) and some FREE tango. When we arrived back in Recoleta, we decided to walk to el Museo de Bellas Artes. The museum was incredible, with all different types of art, including works from Claude Monet and Vincent van Gogh. We then moseyed on over to this metal, statue?-ish, huge flower for the sake of some photos (worth it). Then, after stopping in a Hard Rock Café to pick up a t-shirt (can you say 'classic!'), we returned to the apartment to enjoy a home-cooked meal and nice conversation.
Day 2: La Boca, el Museo de Bellas Artes, el flor de metal.
 
I think day three was my favorite day of them all. We woke up slowly, after missing the alarm, ate a hearty breakfast, packed up some sandwiches for lunch (economical), and took a taxi to la feria in San Telmo. This feria, let me tell you, stretches for blocks, and blocks, and blocks... We were there for hours and didn't even reach the end. It has just about everything, not 100% literally but pretty much. Antique jewelry, books, and toys (I found a ' I'm the baby gotta love me!' doll from the old show, Dinosaurs) as well as artesian scarves, knick-knacks, and crafts, and so much more. In true, Rioplatense spirit, free tango exhibitions were set up amongst the booths. I had so much fun looking through all of the treasures and experiencing the culture through the tango shows and conversations with the booth owners. Mid-way through we stopped on the steps outside of a church to eat our sandwiches and apples. If you know me at all, you will not be surprised to find that I befriended a little girl named Paula who was a child of one of the booth-owners. As most little girls do, she was delighted to try on my sunglasses and snap some photos. She ended up stealing Alyssa's apple, but she was too adorable for us to make a fuss. Her parents were thrilled because they said she usually never wants to eat anything! We eventually said 'adios' to Paulita and her padres and pushed through the crowds until Puerto Madero. Puerto Madero is lined with beautiful apartments, plenty of restaurants, and a view of the city's larger buildings. It has a sailboat museum of Domingo F. Sarmiento, whose life I happen to be presenting in class tomorrow, and a modern pedestrian bridge. We were thrilled to have such a lovely place to rest our legs.
Back in Recoleta, we found a corner café and enjoyed some of the most delicious pastries I have ever eaten in my life, no exaggeration. The cheesecake was even better than Jason's Deli's cheesecake (I knowww, crazy!). Afterwards, Alyssa and I made our way back towards the cemetery to a little church for Mass. We ended up arriving accidentally an hour early, woops, but we sat and talked in the plaza outside of the church until Mass actually started. The readings at Mass spoke of Jesus instructing us to sell our belongings and follow Him. That's always a hard reading to hear, especially when you have spent the whole day shopping! Of course it is okay to shop for myself every now and then, but it was a good reminder that I also need to give of myself--with my time, treasure, and talent--and not get caught up in materialism. Both Mass and the walk back to the apartment were peaceful times of reflection and resolution. I relish moments like that.
 

We ended the day at my friend's brother's apartment with him, his wife, and their precious daughter. They bought us the most tasty empanadas in the universe (also not an exaggeration), along with different bowls of appetizers. We spoke with them for hours about politics, education, and the culture of Buenos Aires and Argentina as a whole. It was another moment of, "Wow, I just had that whole conversation in Spanish..." This family, and all of their relatives, showed us unbelievable amounts of kindness, and we could not be more grateful for their generosity.

 
Day 3: la feria del San Telmo, Puerto de Madero
 

Day four, our last day. We woke up early to finish cleaning the apartment, found an 'American breakfast' of eggs and toast at a little coffeehouse, then headed out to Palermo Soho--the 'artsy' district of Buenos Aires. On our way there we met the most fantastic taxi driver. (Is it weird that one of my favorite parts of Buenos Aires was our collection of wonderful taxi drivers?) This particular taxi driver was an engineer with a Master's degree from Notre Dame. He told us that a few years back he had had a heart attack, and from that point forward he decided to change his life. He quit his job, bought a house in the country, bought five taxis, drives one of them, and manages the four others. He said his life has never been more peaceful, and he now gets to spend four times a year with his wife at his vacation house. I loved hearing his story, and how he chose to live a life of simplicity oriented around that which he loved most: his family. How fortunate is he that he was in the comfortable financial position to make such a change in his life! I was impressed that he ditched the money and work in exchange for a more peaceful life. His joy was contagious--I think we all got out of the taxi smiling.
Polermo Soho is adorable and reminded me so much of Amelie's bakery in Charlotte wrapped up into one area. I was like, “NODA, whatever, no big deal...” (say in mellow, hippie voice). Many of the trees and telephone poles were wrapped in croqueted material, as if they were all wearing leg warmers. The coffee shops and restaurants were decorated as if everything had been taken from Pintrest. The colors, flowers, and little treasures on every corner of the neighborhood served as special treats as we began to wrap up our time in Buenos Aires.
We said goodbye to our apartment and our neighborhood, and then my friend's brother's wife took us back to the ferry. Bye, bye Buenos Aires!

 


Day 4: Palermo Soho
 
Once we returned to Montevideo, we were back to reality--school. I feel like I am starting to catch 'senior-itis.' BUT we only have four weeks left of class and a week of finals, and then I have three months of summer vacation... so I really just need to get over it and finish these last few weeks strong. It is quite difficult, however, to jump back into classes after such a fun and relaxing long weekend in another city/country.
 
This past week I received a care package from my Aunt Mary filled with peanut butter (FINALLY!) and Flat Stanley. I took Flat Stanley around the city of Montevideo and on a bike ride along the rambla to the beach, taking pictures along the way to send back to my cousin's classroom. Note: Flat Stanley and I match. He had a really great time, and made for pleasant company.

Back in Montevideo with my matching Flat Stanely: Plaza de Independencia, el Palacio Legislativo, la playa en Carrasco.

A few last thoughts: my time in Buenos Aires was unforgettable. It is a great city, and a wonderful place to visit. However, my trip  helped confirm that I made the right choice to study here, in Montevideo. Montevideo, a smaller, more tranquilo version of Buenos Aires, is more 'home-y' and less 'touristy.' Because Buenos Aires is a major site for tourists, many of the shop's signs have English writing and many of the people around me spoke English. Yes, my friends and I put ourselves in many touristy situations, so of course we were surrounded by English-speakers, but I like that it is almost not even an option in Montevideo. I like that here, I can escape to beach and run or relax along the rambla. It's hard to explain--I fell in love with Buenos Aires, but it was comforting to come back to life in Montevideo.

Quick lil’ note I just remembered: I found out not too long ago that I have received a five week internship in Quito, Ecuador. I will leave in January and return to Montevideo mid-February. I will be working eight hours a day at two different radio stations while I’m there, focusing on social media, podcasts, and translation into English. I am, beyond words, excited. More to come as learn about where exactly I will be living and the characteristics of the radio stations.
Last thing: I would appreciate your thoughts and/or prayers as I begin to wrap up this semester and make my way towards finals. I also have been missing everyone back at home especially this week, so prayers for peace of heart are welcomed too. Please be confident that I am praying for all of you as well. Muchísimas gracias.

OK. Now, I'm done.

Un abrazo fuerte,

Courtney 

Sunday, October 7, 2012

11th week--

Last night I experienced 'el cambio del horario,' in other words, 'daylight saving time.' So by "experienced el cambio..." I really mean "lost an hour of sleep." Heads up, my friends! I am now 2 hours ahead of my fellow Georgians and North Carolinians and of all of my east-coasters... and of David in Ohio.
 
I attended my first Uruguayan concert on Thursday! My three friends and I purchased tickets to see the band Juanes. I was first introduced to Juanes in high school by my Spanish II teacher, then later in college through my Elem. Spanish II class and my group of Latino amigos. Although I would not know every song, and even when I would know a song I would not know all the lyrics, I was still excited to listen and to dance my behind off! We were literally in the last row, so I didn't have to worry about embarrassing anybody with my 'dancing.' Behind us was a huge hill overlooking the venue. In order to keep people from sneaking up there to listen to the concert for free, police men (and a police woman) were posted at the top. I think they had just as much dancing as I did. If law enforcement doesn't work out for them, they could always try out their moves in Uruguayan theater... or dance back-up for Juanes!
 
 
I'll tell you what--yes, it was so great seeing Juanes play live and dance to his songs, but what may have been even greater was realizing that I could actually understand what he said when he spoke in between songs along with a number of his lyrics. In the United States, I would listen to Juanes simply because I enjoyed the songs and I wanted to learn the language (or because I needed Spanish listening hours), but now I can actually understand, more or less, what he is singing. Many of his lyrics are beautiful. Today, I took the time to translate one of my favorite Juanes songs:
 
Para Tu Amor-- Juanes
 
Para tu amor lo tengo todo
           For your love I have it all
Desde mi sangre hasta la esencia de mi ser
           Through my blood until the essence of my being
Y para tu amor que es mi tesoro
           And for your love that is my treasure
Tengo mi vida toda entera a tus pies
           I have my life all at your feet
Y tengo también
           And I have also
Un corazón que se muere por dar amor
           A heart that dies to give love
Y que no conoce el fin
           And that knows no end
Un corazón que late por vos
           A heart that beats for you
Para tu amor no hay despedidas
           For your love there are no goodbye's
Para tu amor yo solo tengo eternidad
           For your love I only have eternity

Y para tu amor que me ilumina
           And for your love that iluminates me
Tengo una luna, un arco iris y un clavel
           I have a moon, a rainbow and a carnation
Y tengo también
           And I have also
Un corazón que se muere por dar amor
           A heart that dies for your love
Y que no conoce fin
           And that knows no end
Un corazón que late por vos
           A heart that beats for you
Por eso yo te quiero tanto que no sé como explicar lo
           That's why I love you so much that I don't know how to explain it
Que siento
           That I feel

Yo te quiero porque tu dolor es mi dolor
           I love you becuase your pain is my pain
Y no hay dudas
           And there are no doubts
Yo te quiero con el alma y con el corazón
            I love you with the soul and with the heart
te venero

          I adore you
hoy y siempre gracias yo te doy a ti mi amor
          Today and always I give you thanks to you my love
por existir
          For exisiting
para tu amor lo tengo todo
          For your love I have it all
lo tengo todo y lo que no tengo también
          I have it all and I also don't have it all
lo conseguiré
          I will obtain it
para tu amor que es mi tesoro
           For your love that is my treasure
Tengo mi vida toda entera a tus pies
           I have my life all at your feet
Y tengo también
           I have also
un corazon que se muere por dar amor
           A heart that dies to give love
y que no conoce el fin
           And that knows no end
un corazon que late por vos
           A heart that beats for you

Por eso yo te quiero
           That's why I love you
tanto que no se como explicar que siento lo
           So much that I don't know how to explain it
yo te quiero
           I love you
porque tu dolor es mi dolor
           Because your pain in my pain
y no hay dudas
           And there are no doubts
yo te quiero
           I love you
con el alma y con el corazon
           With the soul and with the heart
te venero
           I adore you
hoy y siempre gracias yo te doy a ti mi amor
          Today and always I give you thanks to you my love.


 
(I copied the Spanish lyrics from these sites, but the English translation I did all by myself! ...with a lil' bit of help from an online dictionary and my host-sister...)

This weekend, my friends and I enjoyed the 'Feria Internacional de Libros,' which is a huge temporary market of books. In addition to finding a textbook that I need for my 7-14 page paper in Pensamiento en Latinoamerica y Uruguay, I discovered the book Esperanza Rising en Español. I remember loving that book when I was a kid, so I can't wait to read it all in Spanish. It may take a bit longer, but I think it will be quite enjoyable and help me further advance in Spanish vocabulary. Sidenote: what goes better with reading a book than eating delicious ice cream!? Luckily for us, there is an ice cream shop across the street from the feria, which we took advatage of. "Sí, obvio." <-- all the cool teenagers say that here.
 
Also, these past two days, Uruguay has been celebrating "El Día del Patrimonio." This is a time when Montevideo opens many of the museums or historical buildings which are usually closed and has many other free exhibitions around the city. My friends and I visited the old Presidential building, a historial (and gorgeous) mueseum/house, and the Puerto (Port) de Montevideo. We also enjoyed different groups tango-ing, both children and adults. Although the weather could have been a wee bit nicer, it was still a lovely and relaxing weekend.
  
          Palacio Salvo.                   Barcos del Puerto.                      Bandera Uruguaya.

     Helado rico.                              Gaucho y China.                       "Reading is cool."

On Thursday, my friends and I are off to Buenos Aires. I will not be back until Monday, so my usual Sunday blog post will be delayed. I will either make the next blog post a two-week wrap up, or post on the Monday or Tuesday after next weekend. Please pray for safe travels for my friends and me and for lots of SUNSHINE.

I continue to miss and pray for you all.

Cheerio!

Courtney

Sunday, September 30, 2012

10th week--
 
10th week!? Happy double-digits!
 
A whole slew of cosas happened this past week. ('Cosas' is the Spanish word for 'things.') Cosas just sounds so much more pleasant than things, and it's quite difficult to choose a satisfactory English synonym for 'things.' I wonder what my professors back at home would think if I began inserting Spanish synonyms into my assignments. It doesn't seem like the right cosa to do...
 
I'll begin with Tuesday. Nobody likes Mondays...
 
On Tuesday, at my community service group, my partners and I started making slideshow-picture-movies with the boys. We used little stories broken up into short scenes that the boys had written themselves. We introduced them to the 'sports mode' on the camera, and then we would act out the story as the camera clicked away. The boys loved it. It was so great seeing the group, ages 9-13 (roughly), get so excited about the project. One boy in particular nominated himself and accepted the role of director. The next thing I knew he was spewing out ideas faster than you can say "rápidamente!" I could feel a smile creeping onto my face as I witnessed the boys' ever-increasing joy.
 
Afterwards, I was blessed with an hour and a half break during which I read some of the book Justice by Michael Sandel. (I'm getting ahead for senior Core...) Around 2 o'clock, I began to make my way through the city in order to join my Cultura Uruguaya class at the Palacio Legislativo—one of my favorite places in Montevideo. When I arrived I did not see anyone in my class, so I proceeded to read my book on one of the huge, stone steps of the Palacio. I couldn't help but chuckle a bit when I thought, "How fitting! Reading Justice at the Legislative Palace!" In fact, at that very moment, one of the two chambers was meeting to discuss the legalization of abortion in Uruguay. My heart was heavy, as the fundamental 'right to life,' throughout all stages of life, is something very dear to me. Luckily, the chamber's discussion was open to the public, so after a tour around the Palace with my class a handful of us went into the room to listen. Although it may sound silly, because I was not doing anything except listening (and trying to translate), I felt like I was a tiny piece in a part of Uruguayan history.
 
Moving on to Wednesday...I had my FIRST TEST EVER in Uruguay. School is really starting to pick up. I have a paper due tomorrow, my second test on Tuesday, and a presentation at the end of the week. Tomorrow I will also be assigned a book to read, on which I have to write a 7-10 page paper. When my professor first started telling us, I thought she was going to say seven...hundred words. Nope. Who was I kidding?! Anyways, I think the first test went pretty well, and I hope the ones to come follow suit.
 
On Thursday the weather began to warm up, and, starting with a walk around Parque Rodo, I began a weekend of outdoors and exercise. On Friday my host-padre, host-sister and I went to the gym for Uruguayan spin-class. Spin-class may be one of my favorite forms of exercise: biking, strength, endurance, music (I sneak in a little dancing)...it's a little bit of everything! When the instructor began the class with Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5 on full-blast, I knew it would be a great class—I was not disappointed. We returned to the class on Saturday, with sore bodies which would only become sorer. My  (real) dad and I used to do spin-class during the summer at 5:30 in the morning. These classes reminded me of time spent with him. Miss you dad! As for waking up at 5 a.m. in the summer...I miss that not so much...
 
Today, Sunday, my host-sister Sabrina and I caught the bus to the feria (flea-market type cosa) in Parque Rodo. We weaved in and out of the aisles and the people in search for the perfect shirt for Sabrina. While she tried on clothes in one station, I had a nice conversation with the owners. Meeting nice, random Uruguayan locals has a top-spot on my list of 'Favorite Cosas To Do In Uruguay.'
 
The weather was phenomenal, so when we returned I decided to go for a run down the rambla. This, too, has a spot on the aforementioned list. I consider myself a 'people-person,' but sometimes even 'people-people' need alone time. Running on the rambla is my treasured time to myself. Usually, after I run, I walk down to the beach. I could not ask for a better place to cool off, relax, and reflect. I love basking in the sun while admiring the Río and the city's buildings in the distance. My heart fills with thankfulness, as I realize just how truly blessed I am to be studying in a foreign country and to be surrounded by such a beautiful setting. 
 
I ended my week with Mass and with a young adults group afterwards. The people within the group are wonderful—always including me and never failing to be patient with my Spanish. I hope to grow in these relationships throughout the year. I know the Lord led me to this group for spiritual support and friendship. I am forming a little parish family, which is something so comforting to me. Praise God!
 
In other random news: I received my first care-package and letter! (P.s. the international mail service was apparently on strike for the past three months...but now it's not anymore!) Bring on the peanut butter! Kidding...kind of...
 
Hasta pronto,
 
Courtney
 

Bikes, pre-spin class. (Post-spin class pic not available to the public...)
 
Bus, pre-feria. The wheels on the bus go round and round... ♫♪


Sunday, September 23, 2012

9th week--

Happy spring in Montevideo! Or shall I say, “¡Feliz primavera en Montevideo!”
Winter is officially out the door in Uruguay, as of yesterday, and let me tell you… winter slammed its door with a ‘bang!’
Said ‘bang’ looked at little bit like this: 19 septiembre 2012—the worst storm in Montevideo since 2005. I’m talking rain falling horizontally and wind that seemed to be seeking vengeance. I have experienced some pretty rough storms throughout my lifetime, but usually such storms last for an hour or two and then surrender their strength. This particular storm, however, lasted all day. When I woke up, my host-mom advised me not to go to school. I’m glad I followed her advice because, sure enough, school was canceled. Additionally, all of the malls were closed down, and my host-sister was told to leave work early in order to come home. As I looked out the window, I felt as if I were experiencing a hurricane. I’ve truly never seen anything like it.
The next day, on my way to school, I experienced the aftermath of the storm. HUGE trees had been easily ripped out of the ground, as if they were dandelions picked by a child for their mother. Dandelions, however, can be gathered into a tiny bouquet, tied with a lavender ribbon, and placed in a glass vase. Massive trees, on the other hand, cannot. Well…I’ve never seen it done. Thus, the fallen trees, and other pieces of debris left by the storm, are now scattered throughout the city of Montevideo. What a great excuse for a good ol’ spring cleaning!
In contrast to the storm, all was ‘sunny’ in the Beloqui household this weekend, as my host-family ushered in the new season with a fiesta. My host-mom planned a surprise party for my host-abuela’s 80th birthday. Not only did I get to enjoy lots of delicious, homemade desserts, but I also had the pleasure of meeting lots of host-family members! Although, the fiesta made me miss my family even more than I already do (is that even possible?!), I loved experiencing a Uruguayan family party. Please keep my host-abuela in your thoughts and/or prayers as she celebrates another new year of life.
Speaking of things new—the arrival of spring has caused me to reflect on and renew my hopes for the year. I look forward to continually growing in the Spanish language—speaking, listening, reading, and writing. Along with my latest goal of trying to read books in Spanish, I challenge myself to further engage in situations outside of campus in which I can deepen my understanding of the language. Easier said than done, but it must be done. Also, with the support of a young adults group at a local parish, I seek to grow closer to the Lord and strengthen my values in Him. With these aims in mind, I hope to return to the United States in July as an improved version of myself—a renewed Courtney, if you will.
As for all of you back at home, happy autumn! Or shall I say, “¡Feliz otoño!” What a lovely season. I picture leaves changing glorious colors, the feeling of crisp, cool temperatures, and the growing anticipation of Halloween and Thanksgiving. Autumn also makes me think of goose bumps. Fun language lesson: ‘goose bumps’ in Spanish is, ‘piel de gallina.’ I dare you to use that in a sentence today.
Please rake some leaves into a pile as soon as possible, and jump in them in my honor.
Abrazos y besos,
Courtney
P.S. Want to experience my (real) family in under 4 minutes? This video always makes me smile, especially while I’m away and missing my family. It was made by my talented cousin, Laura. Simply click on the blue link!
 

Sunday, September 16, 2012


8th week--
 
Let me start off by saying that I cannot believe I have already been here for 8 weeks! Eight weeks in a mother's womb means that a baby has a heartbeat, has grown arms and legs, and is forming fingers and toes. Eight weeks in the movie The Parent Trap (1998 version) means Hallie and Annie have finished Camp Walden, have cut Annie's hair and pierced her ears, and have devised a plan to get their parents to fall in love again. 8 weeks in Uruguay means I have been here for basically two months! Holy cow.
 
This week's blog post will be relatively simple, because my week was just that: reltively simple. It was also quite enjoyable, as I hope this post will be for you as well.
 
I spent this week marveling at many of God's greatest gifts: nature, familial relationships, art. In doing so, I would often catch myself smiling at little things I observed: a mom with five little kids heading down to the beach, a group of old men planting trees in the park, the fact that one of those old men was wearing a kick-butt pair of Converse... I enjoyed little conversations at various bus stops with women, ran along the rambla then cooled off on the beach, and savored the most delicious ice cream full of almonds, cookies, and dulce de leche. All of these little aspects of my week, and many more, helped to make it so pleasant.
 
On Tuesday my host-parents took me for a day trip to the beautiful Uruguayan city of Punta del Este. My host-padre had to work, so my host-madre and I took the car for a spin around the coast. Punta del Este is breathtaking. In addition to the gorgeous view from the coast, there are pieces of art scattered throughout the city--la estatua los dedos, el puente de la barra de maldonado, la Casa Pueblo, etc. By the end of the day, I did not want to leave. Although I am told it is a bustling, tourist-haven type of city in the summer, on this particular Tuesday Punta del Este offered nothing but fresh air, tranquility, and beauty.
 
 La estatua de "Los Dedos."
 Handstand fail in front of "Casa Pueblo."
 
This weekend in Montevideo, I discovered more of the city. Like Punta del Este, this city has art of its own. My friend Molly and I went to the Antel tower where we took a tour to see a spectacular view of Montevideo. I loved seeing the architecture of the buildings from a different point of view. It was also satisfying being able to point out and name different places throughout the city. I felt like a native Uruguayan! Afterwards, Molly and I strolled to el Palacio Legislativo--talk about architecture! The building is magnificent. The next day my friend Alyssa and I returned to sit on its massive steps and enjoy simple conversation. It may be added to my list of favorite spots in Montevideo. The list just keeps growing...
 

Antel tower view.
 
 
 Let's hear it for el Palacio Legislativo. Hip-hip-hooray!
 
Hasta el próximo domingo--
 
Los extraño,
 
Courtney
 


Saturday, September 8, 2012

7th week--
 
If you so chose to compare the English and Spanish language in your spare time, you would discover many cognate words. Cognates, by definition, are quite similar to one another. Below, you will see some examples of English to Spanish cognates:
1)      Bicycle—Bicicleta
 
2)     Laboratory—Laboratorio
 
3)     Similar—Similar (Wow! There was a cognate word above ^ and you may not have even realized it!)
One final example of a cognate is the word, “routine,” in Spanish, “rutina.” And that, my friends, is the topic of this week’s blog post: routine. I just thought I’d spice up my introduction a bit with a little language lesson. I hope that I helped you learn something(s) new, and that you don’t mind learning.
So without further ado…routine.
This week has felt a tad different than the previous weeks have felt for me here. I could really feel it, and for a while it was hard for me to figure out what had changed. I think, however, that I’ve finally figured it out:
It is so easy to think throughout the day here, “I can buy this; I’m on vacation!” or “Let’s visit this place; we’re on vacation!” or, most often, “I can eat another alfajor! I’m on vacation!” (Alfajores = the best/most addicting cookies I’ve ever eaten besides Mrs. Witkowski’s seven layer Christmas cookies)… In some sense, this notion of “vacation” is true. My fellow foreign exchange students and I, all seventy-eight of us, are studying in a new country, for some of us a new continent. And it is just that—new. And exciting. And foreign (pun intended). As such, for the past seven weeks, our days have been filled with exploring the city of Montevideo and experiencing new adventures. I have visited countless museums, the bustling ferria, and theater productions…one of which was on a bus… I have even expanded my adventures outside of Montevideo, to Colonia del Sacramento and Colonia Suiza. So, in some capacity, yes, I have been on a type of vacation.
On the other hand, I need to remember that this isn’t the type of vacation to which I am accustomed. It’s not a week in Myrtle Beach, or ten days in Italy, or fourteen days at the Jersey shore. I am here for a year—for 315 more days actually, according to my computer’s calculator app. Also, I am here, primarily, to learn Spanish: to study and to master the language. With this year and with this ultimate goal in mind, certain things have to happen. I obviously need to attend class, speak, and listen to the Spanish language. But I also need to establish a routine of living, as that is exactly what I am doing—living in Montevideo for a year. I think that is precisely the thing that has felt different this past week. I finally feel like I have established a routine throughout my day-to-day life here. Although this may mean that I don’t do something particularly significant/“photo worthy” every single day, I still get to experience the little moments that make up this routine—and I am quite content with that. It consists of having mastered the bus system (mostly). It’s full of attending classes, and getting to know my classmates and professors. It means knowing that every Saturday night my host family orders Italian food from the same restaurant, and that every Sunday afternoon we have a family lunch of ravioli and masitas. For a girl who loves routines and Italian food, this is great news!  
Of course, I will continue to explore and expand my horizons—I just bought a ferry ticket to Buenos Aires, Argentina for a trip in October—but it is nice to realize that I don’t have to cram all my adventures and feelings of “vacation” into a short period of time. For a year, my life is here in Montevideo—I have time. Furthermore, I can fall asleep each night with the peace of knowing that I have established my own way of life here. My own routine. Mi propia rutina.
Can you pick out the non-cognate?
Amor y oraciones a todos,
Courtney


Sunday, September 2, 2012


6th week--
Happy septiembre!
So many things have happened this week; I don’t even know where to begin! I think a list will do.
1.       On Monday I went with my Spanish Language class to a museum of a poet named Juan Zorrilla de San Martin. It was quite interesting, and his house was beautiful! What was even more beautiful was the area of Montevideo surrounding his house/museum. The museum was located in an area called Punta Carretas. The view of the river is simply breathtaking. Because I arrived a half an hour early, I sat on a bench along the rambla enjoying the silence and taking in the scenery. I then moved under a palm tree to snack on an apple and read. I truly felt so blessed and caught myself thinking, “I actually get to live here!?”

2.      On Tuesday I completed my first day of community service. I am working at an institution for underprivileged children with a group of 8 boys and 1 girl between the ages of 4 and 13. I loved working with the kids. It was more of an introduction day, with plenty of games—and the children could not have been more welcoming. Within two minutes the little girl was hugging all over me, and within thirty I had a boy begging for a piggy-back ride. The boys were all so interested to learn about where I was from, and they jumped at the opportunity to explain different Spanish words to me. I find it thrilling to see how kids are just plain ol’ kids in every country—even if they speak a different language, live in a struggling economic situation, endure a difficult family life, etc. I saw this in the Dominican Republic as well. Although I may need to dig a little deeper to see it in some children, at the very core of a child I have always found a sense of innocence and a thirst for love. Next Tuesday we will teach the children how to make flip books. The ultimate goal for the semester is to have the children create their own story and then turn it into a short, stop-motion film. This should be interesting with a bunch of boys! I am excited.

3.      The weather this week (particularly this weekend) was incredible. On Friday my friend Alyssa and I spent the entire day outdoors. We walked around park, Parque Rodo, and spent hours talking on rocks that jutted out into the Río de la Plata. We then moved to the sand to continue our conversation and catch up on some reading. Saturday was another day spent under the sun. Alyssa and I went to the feria Villa Biarriz, which is kind of like a HUGE farmer’s market. There is everything from fresh fruit, to clothing, to jewelry. It was pleasantly overwhelming. After purchasing a delicious ice cream, I sat with my friends along the rambla admiring the river, the sailboats, and the city. Today I enjoyed the rambla once more while running with my host sister. I can’t wait for the weather to be permanently so nice.

4.      On Saturday night I went to a live, interactive theater production on a bus. If it sounds weird to you, it was. But also quite fun! I felt like I was in a dream, because I could only understand maybe 20% of the storyline and everyone was speaking so quickly and dramatically. It was comical though—one of the actors led me onto the “stage” and began to dance with me. He started to talk to me really fast and then looked at me as if expecting a response, and I met him with: “I am from the United States, and I’m not able to understand anything.” I think I can add it to my list of “the most interesting/odd things I have ever experienced." Top ten, easily.

5.      I have really felt the warm-heartedness of the Uruguayan people this week. On Monday, within about two hours, three people asked me where I was from. Two of those times, I hadn’t even said anything to tip them off with my accent. I guess I just looked very American that day! The first man asked me as I was walking out of my apartment complex and he was getting his mail. He told me he was learning English and would love to help each other out with the languages. The next person was a girl who was on my bus on the way to the museum. When we got off, she stopped and asked if I needed help getting to a particular place. She then walked the whole way to the museum with me, asking me about my life here and in the U.S., and then explained to me (without me even asking) how to get back after my tour. A few minutes later, when I was sitting on the bench on the rambla, an older man was jogging by and back-tracked to ask where I was from. After telling him why I was here, he asked, “Do you need anything?” Just because! How very nice. Furthermore, tonight at Mass I was asked to help with the collection. Another lady was helping, and when we met in the back she said something to me rápidamente (quickly) in Spanish, so I had to explain to her that I only know “un pocito” (a little) of the language. After Mass she came up to me and asked me where I was from, where I was studying, and if I had many friends. She was so excited for me! She then took me over and introduced me to another girl my age, gave me her email address, and said to contact her if I ever need anything at all. I talked to the girl for a bit, and the priest and other young people invited me to their youth group afterwards. I am going to attend next week. As I left, the same, sweet nun from last week's post sent me off with a, “God bless you.” I have really felt the Lord putting these people, and more, in my path. He seems to know exactly what I need, and I am forever grateful.
I hope all is well with you all in the States. Know how much I am praying for you and miss you. OH! And enjoy your Labor Day! I will be celebrating by attending class. Apparently, Labor Day is only an American holiday…  
Muchísimos abrazos,
Courtney