Learning to Laugh again

A sense of humor is something that is very cultural.  Often, jokes (like the one above) include plays on words.  Other times, cultural references are utilized.  Sometimes, it is just that we think different things are funny.

I lived in Chile in high school and my parents came to visit.  I remember clearly passing a whole afternoon with some Chilean friends and my parents. I would translate jokes back and forth.  Things funny to my parents were not funny to my friends. Things funny to my friends were not funny to my parents.

In college, I returned to Chile for another year.  About 1/2 way through the year (so 1.5 years living in Chile), I went to see a Chilean movie with a group of 12 Americans.  We saw El Chacotero Sentimental.  I laughed and laughed.  The other Americans didn’t.  As we left, I was told that I had spent too much time in Chile as I was the only one who got it. It was a proud day for me!

Over the years, I have read Mafalda and come to love the humor so I thought I should share it on the blog (I picked something that I think, while not translatable, is funny across cultures).  Of course, I can’t quote Mafalda the way many of my friends in Chile can.

My Seven Travel Truths

Call me a copycat.  I am fine with that.

But Kyle is one too.

So, Kyle wrote a blog about her 7 travel truths which I fully enjoyed reading.  She wrote it after reading a blog written by Oneika about her 7 travel truths.  I think that Oneika was the original.

According to a silly app I found on line, I have visited 14% of the world. I only counted countries I have spent some time in— it would be more if I counted countries where I only know the airport!  I have also lived for longer periods of time in Chile, Moldova, Kazakhstan and Cambodia.  I have traveled for both work and for pleasure, stayed in 5 star hotels and the nastiest of hostels.  I have flown first class and hitch hiked (sorry Mom and Dad).  So, I have a few opinions about travel and, of course, my own pet peeves.

1. I will always spend more on food then on lodging.

Yes, I like clean showers and to have my own bathroom.  I also like fancy robes and pools.   However, I like good food even more.  I love to eat and try things local— even fried grasshoppers stuffed with peanuts and noodles with horse meat.  I also love good food or food that reminds me of home.  If I can take a cooking class, even better.  I did one in Cambodia and it was a great travel experience. Below is a picture of me learning to make traditional foods in Moldova.

2. I would rather get to know a place then see everything.

Yes, I like traveling. I like setting off to see the world.  Even more though, I like living abroad. I like being in a place so long that I get past the honeymoon phase and can see its flaws.  I enjoy getting to know local people and how they spend their time– it doesn’t have to be fancy, just real.  I love to go to outdoor markets, both food and artisan both abroad and in the states.  I think these markets say a lot about a country. When I was in Moldova, I spent days with my neighbors to understand their lives. I learned to harvest walnuts and plant cabbages.  I learned to can vegetables and make juice.  When I lived in Cambodia, I went with my language teacher to her home village for a celebration where we washed  her parents.

3. I am working on improving my planning skills. I swear. I am.

While my husband won’t believe this as he finds my obsession with lists hysterical, I am working on being a better planner when it comes to travel. I used to just buy a ticket and go.  I figured once I arrived, I would figure things out: lodging, food, language, places to visit.  Often, this worked well.  I was never disappointed I missed someplace I really wanted to see– after all, I didn’t know it was there to miss. I usually found someplace to stay that was reasonably affordable and clean.  However, after an unfortunate experience on an overnight train with no seats and men peeing in the cabin, I started to rethink my traveling logic.

Now, I like to plan things— at least with a general idea of what is available, when things will be open, how much things will cost, and a map of the metro (if pertinent).  I abhor trains (see above link) and am careful to plan planes so that I don’t have to dart across town or spent 6 hours idle in transit.  I don’t plan out every second, but I like to know my options.

4. I pretend to scoff at people who insist on wearing make-up and staying in 5 star hotels, but I secretly love the luxury of those hotels.

I love to think of myself as some granola chick who can slap on a backpack, stick out her thumb and slum it with the best of them.  Admittedly, I have been there.  Granted, I have moved on now.  I do enjoy staying places with a comfortable bed and a good pool.  I, however, hate to pay for those places.  Luckily, my job sends me traveling and priceline exists.  I admit that I can become obsessed with the game: what is the best deal I can get??? With our newest family member in tow, I think that we will be even more discriminating about where we stay and how many times we switch hotels during a visit to a country.

5. I forget stuff.

It is true. I can forget places I have been. I never know what the restaurant/hotel/beach’s name is.  I can’t tell you how to get there.  I can tell you if I loved it or not.   Because I forget things, I like to take pictures. While people do laugh at the camera carrying tourist– which I am– I also look back at my photos.  I love spending an afternoon looking at old photos and places I have been.  This obsession with photos is despised by my husband who refuses to have his picture taken.  Sadly, because of his hate for cameras and eye rolling, I take less pictures.  So many more things will simply be forgotten from now on.

6. I never pay for guides.

I hate the idea of paying for a guide for things, particularly the headphone audio guides. I do like it, however, when other people pay for real people guides.  Because I speak several languages and dabble in a few more, I do love to stand near guided tours and see what I can pick up.  This is particularly fun when the tour is in Russian, Romanian, or Japanese.

7. I hate carrying things.

I do love rolling suitcases. In fact, I LOVE my new swivel suitcase.  I can roll it in every direction possible and I don’t even have to tilt it and feel any weight.  My dislike for carrying suitcases (and backpacks) makes me pack light.  Sometimes, it means I don’t have the correct clothing for all situations.  While in Lithuania (in August), I was freezing and ended up buying this pink sweater. Later in the trip, I wore the sweater in Prague (pictured below).

I also rarely pack makeup, heals, dresses, dress up clothes, or appropriate shoes. If possible, I prefer to do all traveling in flip flops or tennis shoes. Yes, I know that makes me look like a stupid, American tourist… but I am an American tourist (hopefully not stupid too often).  Plus, the shoes match the camera, which I mentioned above. I have embraced this and moved on.

3 months, 3 countries

Dear Little Elephant,

There is no greater truth than this: You have your Papa wrapped around your finger.  He is a complete slave to your every whim and so in love with you.  Your Papa is learning to stay calm when you cry; to bounce you in his arms and sing folklore to you; to make you smile he will put a ridiculously large, TV salesman, cheesy smile on his face (honestly, I have never seen him smile this much or this big- ever); and he even will choose to watch you sleep over reading (previously his favorite activity).

You smile back now and love to make people smile at you.  First, you pick a target. Then you stare at them. If this does not make them smile back, you smile at them, mimicking the behavior you want to see.  If this does not work, you make cute cooing sounds at them.  When this does not work, you scream at them.  This almost never works but it does show your frustration. You are a social baby and very much want everyone (including everyone on the airplane) to smile at you.

Your Abuelo and Abue (Chilean Grandpa and Grandma) adore you.  They spent every single moment you were in Chile (except when Mama was evil and put you down to sleep in your crib at night) cooing at you and cuddling with you.  I have never seen Abuelo smile this much or look as happy as he does when he is holding you.  He has patience to walk you through the house when you are your most upset.  He loves holding you in his arms while we eat.  And he can spend hours in silence staring at you and telling you how beautiful and amazing you are.

Abue needs to be reminded that Abuelo/ Uncle M/ Mama/ Papa haven’t had a chance to touch you.  Abue is wonderful at getting you to talk and you love having “conversations” in which you excitedly tell her “aguuuuu” and then you smile.  Abue also bought you a mobile for your crib and you think it is the best thing in the world (after breastmilk and pooping).

Your Uncle M was the first of your Chilean family to hold you.  He even beat Abue by pulling you out of my arms when we got out of the car.  Uncle M has had less experience with babies, but is enamored with you.  He sings to you, carries you in his arms up and down the hallway, plays with you and is even willing to help Mama do tummy time with you. You HATE tummy time and your Papa can’t stand to hear you scream so we don’t do it much.  After Mama explained how important it was, Uncle M took it upon himself to make tummy time fun— he has even succeeded (for short periods).

In Chile you met so many people, Abue’s family, Abuelo’s family, Mama’s host family and her other host family, Papa’s friends from law school and even a friend who was visiting from Barcelona. Leaving Chile was hard. It was hard on Papa’s family because they love you so much.  It was hard on Papa because he loves how happy you make his family. It was hard on Mama because it was hard on Papa.

During this month we moved on to a new adventure: Kazakhstan!   You are very very jet-lagged and so in my milk supply.  You like the new house and all the fun new things we have here.  The swing was an instant favorite as was the rocking chair.  This month you discovered your hands– but you still don’t know what to do with them beyond lick them.  Mama has been trying to teach you to hold a rattle and every so often you do– for a few seconds.  You smile huge when you make it make a sound and then look surprised when it falls from your hand.  We are reading more books and checking out all the things there are to do.  Almaty has so many fountains and other great colorful buildings to look at.

The other big change, 4 days ago, was that Mama went back to work.  I think in your jet-lagged state, you barely noticed.  You sleep so much while I am out and I have been coming home to feed you.  Also, I have been leaving bottles so that Papa can feed you.  He loves being able to feed you and you love the bottle.  The truth is, you love to eat and are fascinated by food. The only downside to Papa feeding you is that before when you were very hungry and Mama need a minute or two, Papa could hold you and you would be calm.  After all, you knew he couldn’t feed you.  Now, there is no peace when you are hungry.

As your Papa tells you: you are my everyday sunshine.  I love you very, very, much my little girl.

Mama

The road home

Chile – Awesome, originally uploaded by nicolas_modesto.

This picture is awesome and very reminiscent of my view of the Andes mountains as I drove home from my (host) family to my husband’s family’s home. Over the weekend, it rained, cleaning the sky. The combination of that and the setting sun gave a beautiful view of the mountains where you could see each detail as opposed to the foggy mountains that usually hang in the distance. Sadly, I didn’t have a camera so this will have to do.

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