Friday, December 17, 2010

A Tropical Christmas in the Most Breathtaking Brazil






















It is a rather strange type of Christmas climate here, consisting of recycled city lighting, sweat and rain. I am finding it hard to convince myself that the time of year is finally here, as I am in a foreign country that hardly celebrates the season. I suppose this makes it easier, seeing as I won´t find myself doing all the regular things without the American family I love.

December 17th, and I haven´t yet heard a Christmas jingle, carol, or even an absent mindedly hummed tune. Something about this situation sits funny, making me feel as though the world around me is a mental creation; I feel as if Brazil is a figment of my imagination, a country that couldn´t possibly exist in what I have always known as the real world. Until this point in my life, I have not been able to comprehend a December without holiday festivities. Because of this cultural bias, I can´t give out an honest "Merry Christmas" or "Happy Holidays" because I am not managing to comprehend its very existence.

Other than the absurd Christmas season (or lack thereof), my life schedule has basically stopped, and I am living on an hour to hour basis. I suppose it has to do with being on summer break here and wanting to take the most out of my last month that I can. I have been doing some pretty incredible stuff recently. This includes Rotary trips, late nights, dancing, parties, college applications, adventures, concerts (classical/jazz), and some random last minute buying. It is really nice to know that every day is a new adventure, and that there are no limits and never will be to the amount that I can take advantage of this incredible experience.

Happy Holidays to all!

Monday, November 22, 2010

Novidades



Well, a lot has happened within the past few months. Its seems as though that is always how my blogs start out. Its sort of an apologetic "I'm really busy and don't have time to write about anything, but at least I am not just sitting around on my butt wasting my time here" type of deal.

I am still busy with the usual stuff (dance and teaching), except for the fact that circus ended and I have switched host families. Don't worry - through Rotary its obligatory to switch host families. In reality, most exchange students have up to 3 or 4 by the end of the year. I have a feeling I'll only have these two, which is fine by me because it means more time to get close to them. Most people start to worry when I mention that I switched families...but there is no need, because my first family was incredible, as is my second.

I have been going to dance four to five days per week and teaching English on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I love teaching English, especially because of the humor that the students bring to the classroom. I always leave my class with a smile on my face. A few funny stories of things that have happened in my class at school:

One time I was teaching, and in the middle of my sentence one of my students interrupted and the conversation went as follows:

-"Oh, professora...tu tens quantos anos?" (Oh, teacher, how old are you?)
-"Tenho 17, vai copiar o que eu escrevi no quadro" (I'm 17..keep copying down what I wrote on the board)
-"Oh a professora e uma moca ainda mas ja tem o corpo de uma mulher, viu?" (Oh, you are still a young lady but you already have the body of a woman!)

*me, stunned and without anything to say, staring at this 12 year old kid with my mouth hanging open a little*

Yeah, its a good life teaching English to them. They are sweet little funny bundles of excellence that I have learned to enjoy teaching. Another time, one of my students wanted to say "walk" (as a response to "how do you say 'andar' in English?) but had a mouthful of water, and ended up gurgling out an excited, but mildly distorted "blaarrk!!!" and it ended with the entire room in hysterics. I have never laughed so hard because of a silly child's excitement over the English language EVER. It was really cute, because he isn't one to know many of the answers..so when he did, he couldn't contain himself. Hilarious. There have been other cute little occurrences, too..for example. We had a little party after I taught the party terms (cake, balloons, candles, chocolate, toys, yadah yadah) and it happened to be on the birthday of my first host family's driver. When he came to pick me up, I had the owner of the school send him upstairs, and when he came into the room, the entire class jumped out of hiding and sang "Happy beerrrffdaayy toooo yooouueeee!" in English for him. And then we gave him cake, soda and chocolate. I would say it was a birthday worth remembering :D

Here is a picture of my students. I have two more (a boy and a girl) but they weren't there on this day. From left to right: João Vito, Abraão, Adriane, Alan, and Igor. The two that were missing are Maria Stella and Jorge.






And another:




Let's see..my new host family! I changed in early October, and I am finally getting the hang of how they do things around here. Lets just say, they are a lot different than my first family but I really really like living in their home. I live with the grandparents of a girl that will go on an exchange to Denmark next year, named Mariana. I would be living in her house, but there isn't room there seeing as how it is a three room apartment with two parents and 4 kids. There is Brunna (in the video at the top...she's 7 years old and the cutest being on this planet), Mariana (16 years old and awesome, wild and fun), Igo and Ugo (two brothers from the dad's first marriage...17 and 19), Katie (the mom) and Chico (the step-dad..pronounced "sheeko") The 17 year old technically lives with his mom in Olinda, but he is frequently at the house. I basically sleep at the grandparents house, but spend most of my time with Katie (my new host mom) and her family. She is AWESOME...a lot like my real mom. What's cooler yet is that I have all my own space here at the grandparents house, but I can hang out all day with the younger group of people and its a blast. I don't get bored around here because my grandpa plays a lot of guitar and Ukulele. We play a genre called "choro" together, and I jam with him and his group of friends every Sunday morning for a few hours. It's awesome!! I've been eating lunch a lot with my first host family, too, because I realized that I already miss them! They were an incredible first family to have here, and I will always be grateful for them. Here are some pictures of the new family.







From left to right: Eduardo, my second host mom (Katie), Mariana (it was her birthday), Oneide, Duda, Me, [second row] Brunna, Joao Pedro. The family is really neat. All the boys surf and are going to teach me how, Marianas real dad is a professional surfer and is going to take me surfing, and everybody is super laid back and easy going. In one word, DOIDA :D its like, crazy, in Portuguese. In a non offensive way :) they are a lot of fun, and I have excellent conversations with all of them.

The last few months have been packed with shows and concerts of sorts, dance, and adjustment to the new family. I went to an international jazz concert at this beautiful theater close to Recife Antigo..here are two pictures I stole from the internet:




It's called "Teatro Santa Isabel" and is a historical theater that I've been to a few times with a friend of mine, Caio. The first time was for a classical concert, while the second was for this jazz fest which included a band from Cuba and another from France. They played REALLY well. I loved it.

I also went to three different awesome shows here. One was Los Hermanos, another was Natiruts, and the last was SOJA. Two of the three are reggae bands, while Los Hermanos is an indie alternative rock band that I have absolutely fallen in love with here. Here are some video samples of the three, and pictures of the Los Hermanos show.

(Los Hermanos) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXRSBsG9myY







(Natiruts) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GT1rsW3SIlM

(Soja) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iBMtwaEW_nw

All three of the concerts were AMAZING. I absolutely loved them. Other than that, I've traveled a little bit to other beaches (Serrambi, Tamandare, and some others) all of which happen to be in Pernambuco. They are all beautiful.

I am working on college stuff, which is a little stressful, and have been taking online classes. I really am not a huge fan of school here, but I manage. Actually, the college thing has been REALLY stressful. To be honest, I am a bit afraid to go back home. I am so comfortable here, so happy. I am terrified that everything will change when I go back, that life will seem so small. Elkhorn has a population of almost 8,000...I am pretty sure I have met more people than that during my year here, haha. I guess we'll see. To say the least, I have been having reoccurring nightmares that I have already gone back home. They included little details, like...everything has changed, or worse yet, nothing has changed and nobody has grown emotionally/spiritually/mentally at all. Or things a little more ridiculous, like I've forgotten how to speak English and can't communicate with anybody. I understand what everybody says but can't figure out how to respond. Its traumatizing. I wake up in a cold sweat until I look out my window, see Recife, breathe in the tropical air and register that I am still here. Apparently this is semi normal for an exchange student. I hope so.

Before I started to write tonight, I went to the beach and wrote as the full moon went up over the ocean. I have never been so calmed by a force so powerful. Every time I go to the beach, I leave feeling refreshed. That is why I run about 5k every night..I need it to clear my head.

The moon was a deep pinkish red, peeking through the clouds as it began to rise over the crashing waves, and from a distance it looked like a ship that had been set on fire. It was magical, peaceful, and completely set me back on the right track. I had been a little miserable lately, just stressed and worried about stuff..but i really took the day today and focused on my health and on family here, which was a great change. My dance classes aren't going on this week, so it will be really nice to have a little "me" time and keep up with getting closer to family. After I while, the moon transformed from a deep pink to a golden orange, and then slowly changed to yellow before turning into a pale pearl on the surface of the sky, surrounded in a golden fringe of light. It was as if it had set a path of lightness on the ocean's surface, waiting to guide the way to heaven.

When I first saw the birth of tonight's moon, I thought it was a lonely ship that had been set ablaze. Afterward, it was an angel with her wings wide open to me, showing the world a pathway to the heavens.

Sometimes it pays to sit back and watch life unravel a little. In the words of Henry David Thoreau, "It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see".

-Maddie

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Updates - my Brazilian life!

Here are some photos and a complete update on the past few months :D





I received numerous emails in the past few weeks dealing with the monthly updates of the exchange students who are arriving in their host countries in the end of August and beginning of September, and realized that I haven´t been sending them out in my first 5 months here. While I´ve been writing on my blog sporadically, there hasn´t been much sent directly to Central States Rotary.

Right now, I will write up a detailed review of my time in Brazil because I find it important that everybody sees what I´m up to and how I´m coping with the complete change of lifestyle, culture, and reality.

In these past few months, I have had the most incredible, life altering experiences that I could ever have imagined. Hopefully they are the first of many to come. First and foremost, I spent a week and a half in the Amazon rainforest and it was absolutely phenomenal. I stayed two nights in a hotel in Manaus (a big city in the middle of the Amazon) and the rest of the time was spent floating on a boat up the Rio Amazonas and Rio Preto, two rivers that merge and form a sort of border because of the solute within them that doesn´t mix. You can see where one river ends and the other begins..it is really, really neat. We travelled with two large boats and a handful of canoes. On one large boat, there was an area for sleeping, hanging out and travelling, while the other was solely for meal time. The boats would float up next to one another, attach and wait for all 50 exchangers to pass over, and while we ate, the boats would detach, continue on the journey, and the staff would put away our hammocks and tidy up a bit. The staff, I should say, was marvelous. They spent sleepless nights staying up with a handful of really, really ill students, taught us everything and anything we wanted to know about the forest, kept things under control while encouraging fun, and made friendships with the exchangers that will never be forgotten. One man in particular, Josefet, told stories of the village that he grew up in and sparked an interest within me and another girl from Australia, Jess, to help volunteer or work with the people and the nature in the forest. We have maintained contact with him through brief internet use to this day. Speaking of the Australians, they completely outnumbered the other foreigners on this trip. While there were people from every country on the boat (from anywhere! South Africa, India, Germany, Poland, Canada, USA, Denmark, Taiwan, Sweden, Japan, China, Thailand, France, Belgium, Mexico, etc.), everybody communicated in English or Portuguese, and the boat literally became one enormous family by the end of the trip.

In the days that we spent on the river, the boat would continuously stop and everybody would change into bathing suits and jump of the edge into the Amazon River for a swim. We swam with pink dolphins in front of the sunset, caught alligators and piranhas in canoes, had a campfire on a deserted graveyard beach, sang music and played instruments every night under the stars (which were UNBELIEVEABLE because of the lack of light pollution), slept in the forest for one night, bathed in insect repellent, wrote music about getting sick from the different bacteria (3 bathrooms for 50 exchange students, over half of them very sick D: ick), hiked through the forest and learned about the uses of the different trees and plants, let ants crawl all over our hands, and afterwards rubbed them in to get rid of our human scent, went swimming under waterfalls and exploring in caves throughout the middle of the night, hung out with monkeys and sloths, ate fruit directly from the tree that we picked up on a canoe, made excellent friendships with the Indigenous tribes that were open to share their culture, sang a "This Christmas" to a tribe after they welcomed us with a song of theirs (in the month of May), ate the most delicious fruit that I´ve ever eaten every single day, made bracelets and other things with the açai seeds of the forest, learned how to make their food...I went seed/flower collecting with a darling Canadian girl, hung out with everybody all day, every day, and for one night slept underneath the stars outside of the canopy because it was more comfortable and awoke the next morning to dolphins swimming in front of the sunrise, which was composed of a mixture of every one of the richest colors I’ve ever seen in my life.

In short, it was the most life altering, fulfilling, wonderful and maturing experience that I´ve ever had. Well, equal to some others that I´ve had here. In the past few months, along with learning the culture and making wonderful friendships, I´ve gone to a favela with my friend´s mom to help out. I´ve begun teaching English classes to a group of beautiful little children who haven´t better means to learn and are failing their public school classes. I translated for the program Shelter Box (which is jointed with Rotary) that sent two marvelous individuals from England, where Shelter Box originated, to help set them up. I translated the stories of the people who lost their homes in the flooding, for whom the Boxes were sent, and made excellent friendships with them. I set up more than 40 tents every day and met the most incredible individuals of my entire life. I´ve been lucky enough to meet two wonderful groups of exchange students because of my different exchange timing. Also, I helped out struggling friends by buying food and bringing it to their houses. During the first half of my exchange, I have learned huge amounts about the human spirit, about myself, about greed and power but primarily, about how humanity really unites when it needs to, and more than anything, I have learned of the force of love, learning, creativity and the importance of thinking outside of oneself. Humanity really is a beautiful, shining force that has the power to change the world. There are loads of people living without food, clean water, and shelter, but when everybody gets together (in Palmares, Agua Preta and Marial, there were us 3 foreigners, people from the government, volunteers from Recife, members of the community, children and adults alike) when people get together and really work for a better cause, there is such a feeling of absolute success, of hope and of faith, that I´m sure there is no way humanity could ever amount to something less than spectacular.

Rotary has donated money and food to a community near to where I live, and this is where I am teaching English. I was at a Rotary lunch and listened to them talking about a school of sorts that they had helped create, and asked if I could see it. Marcelo, an especially involved Rotarian with the exchange students, took me there and showed me around. There is a small library, a computer and sewing room where classes are given, a playroom for small children and a gymnasium area. There is also a regular classroom. When I saw this, I asked Marcelo if there was any way I could start teaching English to a group of students, and he suggested that I teach 5 or 6 students from the ages of 8 to 12. I went to Livraria Cultura with him, a bookstore in the middle of the city, bought two books on English grammar and started classes the next week. So far I´ve given about 7 or 8 classes, and I am absolutely loving it. The children are hilarious, eager to learn, charming little bundles of humor and I can´t wait to give my lesson today after school :)

I started dance classes after 2 months here, and haven´t stopped since. It´s a passion that I didn´t know I had, but have discovered here and I´ve absolutely fallen in love with the diverse group of people there, the place, and the forms of dance. I am learning Forro, Zuci, Samba, Bolero, Salsa, Modern dance and a little bit more but that´s basically it. The people are warm, friendly, loving, patient and kind, and I am there sometimes up to 4 times a week.

I began mandolin classes last week (bandolim, in Portugues) and met a group of kids more or less my age who I´ll be playing with. I really enjoyed it, so we´ll see how this goes because I´ve only been there once so far :)

Today, I´m going to another dance place that teaches dances types that are only from this area of the country. They are really cultural and a lot of them have African influence and involve drumming. I am REALLY REALLY excited for this!
Also, I’m going to “circus” twice a week and learning how to do trapeze, tight rope walking, acrobatics, trampoline, clownery, and that really awesome thing where the two chords hang from the ceiling and you basically dance with them up in the air. It is REALLY neat. I love every second of it, and I’m proud to say that as a result of most of my cultural activities being rather physical, and how my beach time is while the sun sets or rises and I’m running, I have avoided the ridiculous amount of exchange weight gain without cutting myself the experience of the delicious food :D

Let´s see...I´ve been making the most wonderful friends and going out with them often. My family is wonderful, but I think I´m going to have to change soon. I am excited, because it will be a wonderful experience, but I´ve become really close with them and it will be difficult. I talk to the maid every night for at least an hour before I go to bed. My host mom is wonderful, but she´s usually pretty busy and so Edilene, the maid in the house, has really become like a host mother to me. I got lice here (the one and only time that I´ve wanted to go home was when this happened. I spent the entire night bawling my eyes out, asking if I could just shave my head, while they smiled, comforted me and told me it was normal. NORMAL! ugh. I almost died, really). Anyway, she helped me with that, taught me how to cook Brazilian foods, and has given me some of the most heartfelt advice I’ve ever received. I took the bus with her one Saturday morning and stayed the weekend with her family in Ribeirao, a city about 2 hours away from here by bus. They accepted me immediately as a family member and I felt so comfortable in her house that I’m dying to go back. She spends the week here, without her family, as a sacrifice for the schooling of her children. She is incredible and told me that she likes living more in this house now that she has somebody to talk to..I feel the same.
Palmares, Marial and Agua Preta are inland cities that were almost completely destroyed because of the flooding. There were bridges swept away, demolishing everything in their paths, and countless homes torn down by the force of the rivers. One Wednesday night, a Rotarian named Leandro called my host mom and asked if I would like to leave at 6:00 the next morning and travel with him and a group of other Rotarians to Palmares, with the objective being to translate for the English ShelterBox volunteers who had arrived that day in Pernambuco. Clearly, I readily accepted and began to pack. When I got there the following morning, we went to the sites and checked out the tents that had already been set up. Within 5 minutes, I was translating stories of the families that lost their homes for Chris and Laura from England. I spent all of 6 days translating for people from the government, families, children, workers, and Rotarians. On top of that, I set up ShelterBox tents from 7 30 in the morning until 5 at night. The work was physically demanding, mentally exhausting, but emotionally rewarding and pleasurable all at once.
The first family that we talked to had the most memorable story (although everybody told of occurrences equally devastating) and they touched me so remarkably that they will always have a place in my heart. Chris and Laura went to their tent and began trying to communicate with them, and after a few seconds called me over. In this tent lived a family of four (very few people in comparison to the other tents). The mother, father, elder brother and younger sister are all sharing this camping-like tent as a home and will probably stay there for one or two years, depending on the circumstances. They lived in a two story house on the first floor close to a river. During the flooding, the first floor filled up completely with water, and the mother and brother managed to escape while the father and daughter remained trapped inside. In a desperate attempt at escape, the father put Brunna, his daughter, on his shoulders and tried to swim out of the house. When they had almost freed themselves, there was an electrical shock that sent her father flying out of the house, and left her imprisoned inside. She stayed on the 2nd floor of the house with water up to her knees, without food or clean water, for three days and three nights. Alone. A 10 year old girl without anybody, frightened, cold and hungry, stuck inside while her parents tried frantically, the entire time, to free her. The mother described it as the worst 3 days of her life, and they expressed their fear with a sincerity that brought tears to my eyes. In the end, they managed to get her out and as a family they lived inside one of the many schools opened up for dismantled families throughout the flood destructed towns, until shelter box arrived and they were given a tent. I am without the correct words to tell anybody about this angelic family, because I feel as though I’m taking away their absolute purity by trying to stuff them into a news-like story. While talking to them, the mother said that it was her biggest dream to travel, to which the father replied that everything starts as a dream. I attested, explaining how Brazil was only a dream a year ago but I worked, studied and made it happen. I just want to spread their story. Traveling, for her, isn’t possible at the moment. If I tell their story, in a way, they are traveling to Wisconsin and whatever other places I happen to be able to post what happened to them.
While the demolition of their home is heartbreaking, the part that touched me most was their unbreakable strength. Had you seen how Brunna jumped up and down on the mattress inside of her tent when I explained to them that it was theirs to keep and have forever, seen how the entire family hugged us and called us angels, seen the absolute honesty and purity of the childhood that she still had gripped in her hands, the happiness, you would have never guessed that they had been through anything even remotely devastating. They are some of the happiest individuals I have ever met. They are generous, give while they have little, and this little girl…she really is so special. She has this wisdom that makes me feel as though she understands without needing to be told. I think she had it even before the incident of the flood. She can’t read, can’t write at the age of 10, but she understands life more fully than the majority of the people I’ve met in Recife. She stayed glued to my side the entire time I spent there. Her family gave me a little saint statue, that they said would always protect me, and Brunna had her father take off a ring of hers from a chain on his neck and give it to me. I keep it with me always, on a chain around my neck. She is so special to me and I will always think of her as a sister. When the time came to leave the site, there was a group of 10 or so children, yanking me back, calling me “tia” (aunt), and asking me please to stay, please to play with them a little longer. Brunna and a little boy were the two that stuck with me. I pointed to the first star that comes out every night in the sky, and told them that whenever they look at it, to remember that I am looking at the same star, thinking of them. Down and to the right of the moon. I don’t know if they remember, but I won’t forget. She told me repeatedly that I was her sister and she would never forget about me. I have been trying for the last few weeks to return, but haven’t managed just yet. I’m confident that I’ll go back when the right time comes.
I managed to cry only twice while working with Shelterbox. The first was during this story, and the second was while telling a woman with a falling house that we couldn’t give her, or the other 400 people in the same situation, the tents that they wanted because there had been a huge forest fire in the neighboring state that left hundreds of families homeless, and as she still had a home, she wasn’t the top priority. It made me sick to my stomach, but she understood and gave me a hug as I left, telling me good luck and thanking me for the time I took to look at her house. It was difficult because I had no say in the situation – I just had to break the news. It is really, really unfair. I learned a lot in this experience. Shelter box really is an incredible program that I would like to do more work with in the future. Upon my return to Recife, it was like being struck in the face. Here live millions of people in high rise apartments, without thinking of the poverty outside of their front door? I’m lucky to have grown up in Elkhorn, Wisconsin, where there isn’t stark poverty and I haven’t become emotionally hardened to it. I am not used to seeing people without homes. I feel sorry for them and have the desire to help, not run away. Who knows if I’d be different had I been raised here, where it is just another part of daily life.
It was really lucky, how this all turned out. About a week after I really became fluent in Portuguese, a few days after I had been dying for volunteer work, Leandro called and asked me to participate in this excellent opportunity. How could I resist? In the process, I met the most inspirational individuals from England who showed me what it is like to live the life that I’ve always wanted to. They guided me within the week we spent together, and I am surer of myself as a result of it. Everything that I want in life is possible, I just have to want it badly enough.
I’m not sure if the way I wrote about this did it any justice, but at least I tried.

As of now, I'm in the process of working on college applications (which are tricky from overseas) and as a result of this experience I think I would like to do something along the lines of Journalism, International Studies, Foreign Language and Literature, or Cultural Sciences. My first half of the year has gone faster than I could have ever imagined. I have loved living fully within every minute, and I plan on doing as much as possible in these next few months. I have little time left, but I will take full advantage of every second.

So far, this has been the best experience of my life. I can only hope that it will be the first of many travels. I am more confident, self assured, and perceptive than I was when I arrived. I'd like to say thank you to Rotary and to my parents for the opportunity.

All my love and gratitude,

Maddie

Monday, June 21, 2010

Gratitude


Brazil has taught me more than I can begin to explain, but it is important to acknowledge that more than anything it has taught me gratitude. This is an adventure that is showing me culture, life and love, but I can’t ignore any longer the more serious lessons that I’m learning day by day. I’ll begin by describing the situation that, so far, has taught me most.

The rain is inconvenient for everybody, clearly, but for some it is so much more than a petty waste of time in a traffic jam. It’s lethal. Here in Recife, we had four or five rainy days in a row. Nonstop downpours flooded the streets, the rivers, and made the tide higher than I’m used to seeing it. For the upper class, it was untimely and unappreciated. After all, nobody wants to walk when the rain is falling in such sheets that even an umbrella won’t save anything. Also, to try and fight through the thigh high rivers in the roads is nearly impossible, not to mention filthy and a little dangerous. Therefore, nearly everybody in the city who has access to a car uses that, which, unless the car is beastly and massive, involves the risk of getting stuck. Not only can a car be ruined, but a immovable car is a prime target for crime and mugging. Locked doors will do next to nothing unless the windows are bullet proof.

When I talked to my family’s driver, Cicero, the second or third day of the downpours and confided in him that I thought it was neat, seeing such rivers in the roads and getting wet all the time in the rain, he responded with a look more serious than I had ever seen on him. He said only this (in Portuguese), “It’s not neat, Madeline. Look at the transit”. He looked offended, and until now I didn’t understand why.

People are dying due to mudslides and flooding. Homes all over the state are being destroyed, completely demolished, and modest businesses are going down with them. The people who have little possessions to spare are the ones who are being robbed of them, while the wealthy complain of ugly weather and wet leather shoes. People are dying. People are drowning under the debris of their homes, and I had the audacity to say that I thought the rain was so nice, that I rather enjoyed it. I had no idea.

The favelas can’t handle rain like this. They are homes that can hardly stand as it is. I just read a report online that claimed more than 12,000 to be displaced or homeless due to the rain in the state of Pernambuco (roughly the size of Kentucky).

Brazil has been a reality check, and one that I really appreciate because I needed it. There still isn’t any electricity in the town of one of the women that works in the house, Edilene, and it has been almost a week. The other, Dauva, said that the flooding was up to her waist on Thursday. People’s lives are so transformed, while I sit here with my family, on the 12th floor of a high rise and ride around in the colossal monster that we call a car. I am so lucky to have the life that I do.

I talked to my friend at dance today, and he told me a little about his life. His son, who is one of the most precious characters I’ve yet encountered in this country, comes with him to the classes sometimes. My friend had this child with a woman who is best described as kind, but neglectful, so he is currently struggling to raise this boy single handedly. He told me stories of survival that I, out of respect, won’t repeat, but it is important to realize how lucky we all are.

Here you sit, reading this on your computer because you own one. Living in the United States, a country with problems, like every other, but one that is well off in comparison to all the 3rd world countries on this planet. Please – just be grateful for what you have. I didn’t write this to appall the people who read my blog or to destroy any image of Brazil. Like any place, it has problems. The thing about Brazil is that, amidst all these problems (crime, poverty, and suffering), there is a life so current, free and happy, that I can’t help but to notice it even in the times of anguish. The culture of Brazil is filled to the brim with color, laughter, love, warmth, gratitude and happiness. People are always smiling, greeting one another and looking towards the rainbow after the rain.

Still, I am in love with this country. I can’t imagine my life without Brazil.

All my love to family and friends, and friends of family and friends, and anybody who wanders across my blog,

Maddie

P.S. Here’s a link to a newscast on the rain..its in Portuguese, so most of you won’t understand it, but you can at least look at the pictures and get a general idea:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GrSufqLd6Gc&feature=related


Monday, March 29, 2010

Speaking backwards with the ocean

The sea is incredibly beckoning
High tide, and its trying to take me away to share with me its secrets
Whispering, and it sounds like its roaring
The setting sun on my back and I'm burning
"Come here, we'll save you" the other world is whispering,
"Come with us and learn to run in the waves and swim in the air
Drink the wind and breathe our salty juices
Come and dance with the sharks"


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Thursday, March 25, 2010

Grab a Guarda Chuva!


It has been down-pouring these past few days in brief spurts, and I love it! With the white school uniform, though, its a bit inconvenient. It was so cool to see the streets of Recife flooded and cars swimming through the river...

I don't have much time, but I thought I'd talk about it briefly.

Tomorrow is the big party, Saturday (at 8 am !! :/ bleh)is Joao Pessoa with Rotary and other exchange students, and Sunday is sleep, the beach, maybe a movie and family hours. Hope all is well with everybody!!!!

Needless to say, I'm super stoked about this upcoming weekend.

All my love,

Maddie

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

The past week or so..






I.have no idea where to begin, so I'll just start by copying and pasting different segments of what I've sent people recently in emails. After that, I'll elaborate :D I really haven't had much time to be on the computer, so if you've emailed and it's taken me awhile to respond, my apologies!!


I was on the beach today, and while I haven't yet seen a butterfly, there are these colorful birds that manage to flutter with such delicacy, as if the air does not exist and they are merely dancing with their wings, that I think of them more as precise creatures of myth than as what I had perceived as birds. Brazil is absolutely breathtaking. Every instant is an adventure, something new and..well..its difficult to find anything to be melancholic about in this beautiful city. My window faces the beach, and three others face the night lights of the city, and the skyline, and everything is so incredibly beckoning that I don't hardly know what to do with myself, so I do it all.


Honestly, there is absolutely nothing here that encourages unhappiness. Brazil is brimming over with life, and culture, and every weekend everybody goes out until 4 or 5 am. My skin, at the moment, is white and red. Hopefully it will turn to some strange, foreign shade of bronze, but chances are I'll just be pale again. Its nice to look different here, because while walking in the market in the center of the city, or anywhere, really, people will just come up to you and say "you're beautiful, you're very very beautiful". Except its in Portuguese, so its "Voce e muito bonito..muito, muito lindo" I'll miss that when I come back home :D


All my love to Wisconsin, and EAHS, and classes in English and people understanding most of what I'm trying to say. Last night, I saw this PHENOMENAL modern ballet, and absolutely fell in love with dance. I want to learn samba, and frevo, and everything else here! There was this part in the ballet, where everybody was dancing around a grid of glass vases, and it struck me as this humongous metaphor for life. To me, life is full of glass vases, and you can either tip toe around them, afraid you might slip and break a few, or dance throughout them and trust that you won't knock one over.


I love my host family so much, and I love the driver, and the maids, but I much don't like having people do things for me. Therefore, I don't think I've ever kept my room so clean in my life, and done so many dishes secretly, and, well...its strange. I'm excited to return to the States and be able to throw my clothes all over the place and actually keep them there. I'm so entirely grateful to be alive. I love that feeling.


Ah! A little side note about professors in Brazil that people might find interesting: They are SOOOO much more physical than in the US. I mean, if a teacher touches a student in the States, it is way uncommon and there generally has to be an immense level of trust. Here, its common and a part of teaching. Students walk into the classroom and hug the teachers, and I've been kissed I don't know how many times by most of my teachers. It's considered much less inappropriate here. My first day here, my teachers kissed me on the cheeks, the forehead, and even one on the neck, and it isn't stepping over any boundaries. Because it's so culturally acceptable, I don't feel awkward or uncomfortable or anything! Nobody does :) A kiss on the neck here is like a handshake in Elkhorn..not perceived as inappropriate in the least.
I've absolutely fallen in love with this country, and this city, and the language and everything.

While the students are a little less mature than students in Elkhorn (I know, I hadn't fathomed it possible) they are much..for lack of better term, light. Looking back on my life in Wisconsin, it seems so heavy! Everything was dramatic, deep, dark, and everything was like a thick fog weighing down on you. There is no angst in Brazil. Anger is upfront and rare, but very bold and I don't know if Brazilians know how to seethe or brew over something that happened years past.
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Okay...elaboration:
I'm sitting in my room listening to American music right now, but I've been exposed to some Brazilian music and can't wait to hear more! Many people down here listen to American rap (Ameh-dee-kahn-ah hap) and I've encountered so many students obsessed with Beyonce, Lady Gaga and Ke$ha, its almost disgusting haha. The funny thing about when people sing American, or English, music here is that they get the first two or three words, and after that its just "llaaa laa naa naaa laaaa!". I laugh SOOOO hard, every time, and I've written out lyrics for Tik Tok, by Ke$ha, multiple times. Speaking of laughing so hard, I was in school the other day (which I'll talk more about in a minute) and my fried, Talita, got angry at some boy in the class and yelled "mennninnooo!" aah I wish typing it could do it justice. My mother would understand :D

I miss everybody a lot, which is part of why I haven't been on much. Every time I see an email, or a message, or a blog comment, or really anything from anyone that doesn't live in Brazil it feels like mustard gas and a kick in the stomach. Easter will be wonderful here, but a bit difficult because nothing beats dinner at Fields in the Wilderness with the Brancel family :)

My mom, dad, Ingrid, Todd and Hans are the people I miss most. And Sophie and Jess, too. And my Grandparents. And my cousins, and aunts and uncles and of course my friends. Friends of the family. SNOW. aaahhh cold weather. Having to try really hard to sweat.

My family here is wonderful, though, and I couldn't have asked for a better placement. My host mom and I get along really well, and I absolutely adore the dad, so we all talk every day and that's always nice. The host brother is nice, too, but I don't talk to him or see him much. I think my family is much more protective over me than those of the other exchange students, but I'm sure they'll loosen up with time and I trust them because they live here and..for lack of better term..they know what's up. It could be because they aren't used to a less wealthy way of life..for example, I don't much enjoy shopping for clothing with my host mom because I absolutely can not afford it lol. Everything in the Shopping here is CRAZY expensive, but when you go to the center of the city its much more affordable. AH! I went last Friday and bought a dress for this coming Friday, because there is a 15th birthday party for a girl I know..which is like a sweet 16 in the states, but way more extravagant. Anyway, my family doesn't really take buses or anything, so they're a little nervous about me using those, even though the other exchange students have parents who are okay with it. I don't argue though, and COMPLETELY understand, especially because I haven't been here for very long. <<--- I was reluctant to write about it, because I know a bunch of the comments are going to be "listen to your host parents, Maddie, they know what's best" and I AM and I APPRECIATE ALL THEY ARE DOING FOR ME SO MUCH ITS CRAZY!!! I WON'T GO AGAINST THEM! Last Saturday, there was a lunch and I met all the extended family, who I absolutely love. They are just like the Mossmans and the Brancels, but about one notch louder. I feel so at home with them :D Every night, they ask me about my day and talk about theirs, and we exchange different cultural appreciation things all the time, and..well...its just great.

School is going well and I have many close friends, and one in particular who I talk to all the time. I'm also really close with 4 or so other exchange students, and its nice to hang out with them because they're really fun and they speak English. Friday I was at a festa (party) with them, and we ended up swimming and stuff. Sunday, we all cooked this big extravagant Mexican dinner with the Mexican girl, Andrea, and it was the most delicious thing ever. Better than the Mexican store in town. There was a brief crisis period where we were without avocados, but we found some and all was well. BEST. GUACAMOLE. EVER.

I would talk more about school, but I should sleep because I was late today for the first time. So unlike me, right? In my defense, the traffic was even more terrible than usual. Oh! I should talk about that. The traffic is..well..omg. Its a one way street and it literally looks like a huge, moving traffic accident. Cars are hardly moving, they're similar to slugs and snails, and they are incredibly rude. That's another thing! Traffic rules DO NOT APPLY here EVER. Every time I step out into the road I fear a little for my life. I love the adrenaline rush, though. Pretty soon I'll be crossing streets for fun.

Ah, I'll forgo the sleep and talk about school. My first week (and a few days) have been great. I talk to the other American (she's from Florida and another redhead) and to other students, but in mostly Portuguese. After school on certain days at like 1:00 there are extra classes, and its basically like a study group with the professor. I go to those, because its an excuse to see my friends more. There are 3 classes in the morning, a brief break where the entire school is off (little kids and all) and everybody buys a lunch type thing. In Brazil, before you buy something you have to tell a different person, and they give you a ticket with the amount of money or item on it. Then you give that to a different person and get what you want. It is incredibly inefficient, or I think so, but maybe there is some hidden purpose that I'm missing :p Its chaotic, though, and you have to shout at the people behind the counter to be noticed and pretty much stick your hand in their face! After lunch (its more like snack time) there are three more classes, and then the day is done. Every day everybody has different classes. I like the variety.

I found my candy today and my charcoal. I literally started dancing around my room. Ah, the wonders of comfort food.

About food..Brazilians eat desert after EVERYTHING (be it a fruit, or a cake, or something) and there are these little cups of coffee after every meal. Its like espresso, but better and with milk and..mmmm...eu gosta! Usually, when you learn a language, you learn opposites. For example: love/hate, good/bad, etc.. I only know most of the positive words. I think that makes a pretty good statement about my time here so far. I asked Edilene the other day to teach me how to cook when I know more Portuguese. I told her that her cooking was so delicious, I keep eating and eating and eating and pretty soon I won't need the belt I just bought.

Oh! Another thing! At Rotary the other day, I had to speak to an entire room of important rich men (and one woman) about me, my rotary club, my town, and my exchange. IN PORTUGUESE. THROUGH A MICROPHONE. There were probably 75 people there and I had been in Recife for a week. It wasn't intimidating until about halfway through when I realized that these were people on whom it was necessary to make a good impression. Then I stuttered a little, but it was alright :D I ended with a cheesy "Thank you, Rotary" and they applauded me. I felt special. And probably turned a little red.

Sunday, after the party with my parents friends (we ended up getting home at like 4 30) Jorge, Henrique, Lena and I went to Olinda and drove around the old part of the city. It was SOOOO beautiful - I'll post pictures soon. I can't wait to walk around the city and see more! We ate at this French restaurant and it was absolutely delicious. In the northeast, there is tons of steak, fish, rice, beans and fruit. Usually there's a salad, too, which I try to load up on. WEIRDEST DESERT EVER. I ate this dish with banana, cinnamon, cheese and sugar. Yeah. It was like a churro but way more delicious. It sounds terrible, I know. Oh! Tapioca is sooo good with coconut and cheese. I adore it. Downtown, when I was walking around with Lauren (from Florida) we bought it for 50 centavos. The most impressive buy of my life. She's been here for 7 months, so she knows her way around and its safe to go places with her. I LOVED the centro do cidade, porque

aaaahhh i've been doing that a lot but I'm not going to erase it this time. Just so everybody can have evidence of this parade of English-Portuguese translations constantly blaring through my brain.

It is SO incredibly colorful, and full of life and music and singing, from everybody, and it was the most beautiful place EVER! People seem to know I am American before I even say anything, though, because they'll just come up to me and start speaking English. Its cute but irritating. I saw an old church and absolutely fell in love with it, because the interior and exterior are so incredibly detailed and beautiful and aaaaaaaahhhhhhh i might never come home.

I rode a public bus and it felt like I was on a roller coaster. I loved it :D

I should really sleep, but I don't want to because there is so much to talk about. Lena just came in and said goodnight.. I have tons of pictures, my going away poster, a few drawings and my "welcome, Maddie!" poster on my bulletin board (its actually magnetic) and I stare at it all the time. What a great reminder of people in the States who were kind enough to wish me a good journey!!

<3 Beijos, Tchau!!!

-Madeline (Mah-jee-leen-ay)

P.S. The French girl, Julie, has a HUGE library in her room here so I borrowed The Great Gatsby and the complete works of T.S. Elliot. I've discovered that I like him very much. One of his poems scared the crap out of me, though, and I am afraid to reread it.

Ah, I have a plate to send back home. Its a souvenir plate with the name of a restaurant and a picture on it. I got it for free because a man whom we ate with didn't like it (when you order a certain expensive dish at some restaurants they give you a plate). That night, we ate dinner with 12 or so different people at midnight. This is why I love this country. I will either give that plate to my Mom or Dad..someone call dibs so I don't have to choose. I'll find something else for the other parent lol :) But you never know which you'll like more!!!! Mwahaha.

I went for a run last night, but I can do considerably less here than when its 40 degrees or so in Wisconsin :D I miss the cold weather, but its so wonderful to be warm. I can't think of anything to complain about, because I LOVE everything.

Hope all is well - leave comments and tell me more about life in Wisconsin (my parents have been doing a good job of that)

Dad - I saw a man fishing, thigh deep in the ocean today and thought of you. <3 Bring your pole when you come..but I don't know what they're catching or how big it is. Miss you.

Ingrid - Whenever I'm hot and sweaty I think about how much you would like it here haha. Really though, I can't wait to show you around. I miss your analysis and thought. I'm sure its here but I can't speak well enough to find it :D

Mom - Nobody here has as many freckles as you, or hugs with such warmth :) Thanks for the frequent emails and such. Life sounds great and I miss you. Best Friend.

Todd - You're going to look super freakin tall when I get back D: I haven't seen a lot of long and lean people here, but I'm sure they exist. And I haven't done my dance every day, like you recommended (okay, only a few times..but with the blinds closed and right when I wake up in the morning to give me a little kick to get going).

Hans - Whenever I see a girl my age with a younger brother I have to look away. If you're taller than me when I get back I'll scalp you.