Less than a month left before we leave...
The inevitable lists--
--lists of things to do
--lists of address-changes to make
--lists of things to teach the parrots in preparation for the road-trip.
Yep. Road trip. With birds.
We'll be driving down from WA to AZ.
For better or worse, we thought it would be 'cute' to teach little Paquito the de rigueur phrase:
" Are we there yet? "
We may regret it a couple of hundred miles down the road.
But the little green-and-blue parrotlet is just so darn cute.
A year ago, as we prepared to leave Nicaragua, I remember writing, inspired by a friend, lists of things we would miss, things we were looking forward to, etc. etc...
(I've included those lists at the end of this posting for those who care to (re)read them.)
So now, a year later, as we prepare to leave Seattle, here are a few listed thoughts:
Things we'll miss (aside from the obvious people-factor; friends and family, of course):
--seeing Mt. Rainier, unobstructed in its glaciated glory, from three rooms of our apartment
--l-o-n-g summer days; already, it's daylight before 5 a.m. and not completely dark until after 10 p.m.
--cherry blossoms in April
--the fact that fleece-shorts-socks-sandals is 'normal'
--organic-soy-whatever is easy to find
--bookstores and Italian espresso in Pioneer Square on a rainy day
--H-Mart (see Sept. 30 2006 post) in Federal Way
Things we won't miss:
--not being able to see Mt. Rainier--from anywhere--due to low grey clouds for weeks on end
--l-o-n-g winter nights; darkness lasts from 4:15 p.m. until 8 a.m. the next morning
--the fact that fleece-shorts-socks-sandals is worn to the symphony and the theater
--organic-soy-whatever is a religion; the 'holier-than-thou' vegan mentality
--the fact that the median home price is almost half a million dollars
--the complaints of 'oh, it's SO hot' when the thermometer climbs above 70 degrees
Things we look forward to in Tucson:
--October-through-May; the weather
--summer monsoon downpours, with rainbows to follow
--hearing/using Spanish in everyday life
--bicycling among saguaro cacti
--seeing roadrunners dash across the street
--naked geology, vast skies
--they have Trader Joe's!!
Things we don't look forward to in Tucson:
--June-through-early-September; the temperatures
--the lack of H-mart
--the lack of a mid-city freeway
--elevated skin-cancer risk
--there are no Fred Meyers stores
Those are just a few things that come to mind...
And, neither here nor there...but we went to a very cool concert the other night: THE POLICE at Key Arena! Hard to believe the band disbanded over 20 years ago...But the reunion tour seems to be off to a kicking start. Some people brought their kids to the concert; other young people 'in the know' came as well; it was fun to see people who could have been my parents dancing in the aisles along with multiply pierced young people who can't even buy beer yet... May we all age like Sting...
=======lists written in Léon, Nicaragua, June 2006===========
‘SEVEN’ THINGS WE LOOK FORWARD TO BACK IN SEATTLE
--lanes on the road that MEAN something
--snowcapped mountains on the eastern and the western horizons
--bodies of water—both salt- and fresh-, EVERYwhere
--clean parks where trees are allowed to grow to their natural height...where trash isn’t burned...
--Elliott Bay bookstore and the international newsstand at Pike Place Market
--the plethora of good bread and coffee
--...and places to eat phŏ!
--kayaking by the houseboats on Lake Union and Portage Bay...and the pseudo-Mexican food at Agua Verde near the University
--the fact that I look part-‘chino’ is completely ‘normal’ and not worth bringing up EVERY time I meet someone
--reading the paper at a sidewalk café on a cool June morning, while wearing socks-AND-sandals! (much to Sara’s dismay...)
‘SEVEN’ THINGS WE DO NOT LOOK FORWARD TO BACK IN SEATTLE
--people who talk on their cell-phones while aggressively changing lanes on said highway
--not being able to see the mountains for half the year, due to the low grey skies
--the fact that the water is almost never warm enough to swim in
--having to be at work when ‘the mountains ARE out’
--the fact that lattés are THREE dollars!!
--having to fight, tooth-and-nail, the omnipresent propaganda of ‘I buy, therefore I am’
--the cultivated ugliness of ‘fashion’ on Capitol Hill
--the fact that hardly anyone greets each other on the street
‘SEVEN’ THINGS WE WILL NOT MISS ABOUT NICARAGUA
--the ‘air you wear;’ the incessant humid heat
--the omnipresent trash, especially plastic, and the toxic smoke from the numerous burning piles thereof
--being called ‘chino’ or ‘chele/a’
--Sara being leered at; and the fact that so many men on the street feel obligated to make audible remarks to every passing female...
--the fact that ‘clock-time’ has NO meaning whatsoever
--seeing small children throw rocks at (and often kill) skeletal street-dogs
--the frequent ‘bad haircuts’ for shade(less) trees
--seeing the friendly chocoyos (parakeets) being kept in miniscule ages
--the tyranny of skin-tight fashions for women, regardless of shape or size, ahem...
--dim, overhead fluorescent lighting in homes
--having to do all our laundry by hand
--the fact that I can’t eat flavorful, homemade, and inexpensive tortillas with a ‘clean conscience’—must explain: almost all tortillas in our city are made by illiterate women who never had a chance to go to school, over wood fires in kitchens with inadequate ventilation which almost inevitably leads to lung and eye problems by the time they are in their 50’s. And then the children who walk around selling the tortillas morning, noon, and evening don’t go to school...and end up, like their mothers, illiterate. Makes eating tacos the equivalent of buying cheap clothing made in sweatshops, eh? Ay...
‘SEVEN’ PIECES OF ADVICE WE WOULD GIVE TO ANYONE COMING TO NICARAGUA
--learn beforehand to enjoy the sensation of being warm and moist ALL the time
--talcum powder: use it, use it, use it!
--know that any fluctuation in your personal appearance CAN and WILL be commented on
--‘ahorita’ (‘right now’) really means ‘when I get around to it...maybe...’
--cotton is THE fabric...buy extra cotton underwear before coming...the stuff you buy here is cotton/poly...
--noise is ‘in’ here...bring earplugs, or learn to ‘enjoy’ the ‘ambiance’ at all hours
--‘why’ often has no good answer; learn to appreciate living in a surreal environment—you’ll understand why ‘magical realism’ in literature was born in Latin America; think of it like living in a Salvador Dali painting...just with more litter in the background...and the foreground...
--‘all you need is love’....but a LOT of it...it’ll do you good
--seek out any little piece of beauty...and FOCUS on it...
‘SEVEN’ THINGS WE WILL MISS ABOUT NICARAGUA
--the ‘zanate’ birds singing in the trees at sunset
--fresh fruit ‘frescos’ from the corner-store
--being invited inside to sit in rocking chairs when visiting people
--in the evening, seeing families sitting in those same rocking chairs, pulled out on to the sidewalk so they can catch a breeze while they ‘shoot the breeze’...
--the line of active volcanoes on the horizon
--“aguacate piña papaaaaaaaaayaaaaaa”—not just the abundance of fresh tropical fruit, but also the ambulant vendors who carry their produce in giant baskets on their heads while they walk around the neighborhoods, calling out in sing-song-Spanish what they have for sale
--fresh, cheap, sun-ripened tomatoes ALL year-round
--hammocks in the shade
--the abundance of gregarious parakeets (‘chocoyos’)
--the fact that small children are trained to greet adults with an outstretched hand
--the uninterrupted time to listen to music while doing laundry (by hand)
--the fact that most people are not ‘high-maintenance’ when it comes to personal comfort—long-suffering but WITH A SMILE and a ready laugh! It goes without saying that we will miss all our friends here terribly...
And that’s enough for lists today...
Obviously, we have mixed feelings...
This little example might illustrate the conundrum of our relationship with Nicaragua.
One morning I saw a guy doing some work in the street—he was chopping up some big tree-limbs into smaller pieces to make it easier to transport. Most likely, the limbs and branches (from a ‘public’ tree) were going to become firewood (to cook tortillas)...At any rate, he was hacking away with his machete...and nearby his little boy, who couldn’t have been more than five or six years old, was helping out. The little kid had his own ‘mini-machete;’ I didn’t know they came in ‘kid-size!’ I was simultaneously impressed and dismayed—impressed that the kid was able to effortlessly handle a machete and ‘help dad out’...and perturbed that a parent would entrust such a potentially dangerous tool (I mean, come on, a MACHETE) to such a small child...
Who am I to question, eh?...Not my world...
But we’ve spent a year down here in ‘this world’...and it will always be part of us...
...We ask you in advance to forgive us for the inevitable comments we’ll be making, all too often, that will begin with “Back in Nicaragua...”