Friday, June 15, 2007

Similares mas que diferentes

Here I am in beautiful Mexico, with awesome people, and I'm sick. I was invited to join Lulu, my host mom's sister, and her children to San Miguel de Allende, a nearby city of Gringos (Americans) but couldn't go because I need to descansar (rest). I'm also trying to upload pictures, which is ending up being much more time-consuming and difficult than I'd thought. I guess mexican cable lines aren't as fast, though I did learn that the second richest person in the world is Mexican and is the owner of Telmex and TelCel, the biggest phone/cable internet/cell phone companies in the country. He's evidently quickly approaching Bill Gates' level of dinero (money) domination. Anyway, the last few days have been pretty uninteresting. I have hung out with the students, who are pretty chill...I went to Celaya with Lulu to get hair dye. I got sick, and got to go see the Doctor, who said I just needed to rest and gave me an "anti-flu" medication (which from what I can tell is simply a decongestant).

I saw a commercial for a gel that you put on your body and it makes you lose weight. I also saw a sign that said divorce is not the answer, but Jesus Christ. That was on the way home from the Symphony last night in Celaya at one of the universities there. This leads me to my point--Mexicans are like Americans with bad infrastructure. Let me explain. I am consistently amazed at how the people here who DO have money, live in essentially the same exact way as Americans. Of course, no one can deny that the water can make you sick and that the sewage system furthermore can't accept toilet paper because it's too narrow. However, there is a substantial group of people here who have enough money to live similarly to Americans. They have the same television shows--in Spanish. They have symphonies and universities and nice houses and cars. They send their children to private schools. This can somewhat be summed up in what my host father said I could bring back to the United States--that there are Mexicans who live in Mexico who wish to stay here. People who love their country, as so many Americans love ours. They feel similarly about politics--that it's corrupt but part of how things are. But I am consistently amazed at just how similarly these people (who admitedly are in the upper echelons of the society) live to how I am accustomed to living. They have a much stronger focus on their families and they live more communally with nature, but so many things are the same, and so different than how we think about "mexicans."

On the other hand, I have heard several times now that many of the young people here don't pay attention in school saying that they can just go to the United States. This has ever so much importance in how we, as citizens of the United States, think about our political future. We all know that we already have many many undocumened foreigners "among" us and that it has created a stress politically, sometimes economically. We have lots of problems to solve due to the sudden influx of more people; at that, more people who have more children than we are used to. Anyway, I just think it's something interesting to think about--the two ideas are interesting when put up against one another--that while there is a faction of people who certainly want to stay here and love their country, there are also many young (I assume men) people who have all but given up on staying here and see our country as...the right way, instead of education in their country. I perhaps find this the most interesting thing visiting here, and what I hope to shed some light on in my reseach--that our countries have interlinked fates at this point. To me, it is much more pertinent to us to help Mexico better her economy than Iraq. Obviously at this point, the idea of going to the United States is something that is inscribed on the minds of the young--how do you go about re-working the way they think so that they prefer to better their life in Mexico? I also think it's interesting that of all the people I've talked to, no one wants to go to the United States in the sense that we think of--that they like it more than Mexico. They go only because of money. They don't like our country. They like that they can earn 10 times the amount of money and build things here to make life better for their families. My question is that in doing that, does it change the culture here innately--does it make the wonderful things about this culture sort of a moot point because it gets so inundated by the "culture" of the United States? I've also been thinking a lot, really in the past year, but it comes up here and in the questions I'm asking, about what feminism has really done for women and men, for our society, for our children. Though I don't think it's a horrible thing (I feel quite lucky to have grown up in a culture that at least touts equality to some degree), I am also unconvinced that it's consequences aren't equally as detrimental to our society as the benefits.

Anyway, thanks for humoring the cultural ramblings. It's at least fascinting getting to live in a culture that is not my own. It helps me think in an even more out-of-the-box way about our culure, or lack of it, and I think I will be able to decide better what I like and don't like about American culture. Another interesting thing I've noticed is that this culture is saturated in our culture. They have Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, and all the same kids television programs. They listen to popular American songs and use them as ring tones. Bizarre.

Hope everyone is doing well. I'm tring to post some pictures, so when that works, you'll be able to see some of what I see :-). Until then--
Shannon

Monday, June 11, 2007

Whirlwind

So...this was originally posted previously. 6/11/07. I have no idea what time. Funny story--you shouldn't click things in Spanish when you don't know what they mean. I decided to look up "suprimir" after clicking it. Turns out, it means "to surpress" or "to abolish". Yeah. Not exactly what I wanted to do. luckily, there's a back button. Sorry about that.

I don't have much time since I'm testing out an internet cafe and it costs me dinero (money), but I wanted to share a little about my whirlwind last 24 hours. I ended up going to dinner with my host mom's family as well, which was nice. It was one of my favorite memories from last year and I especially enjoyed chatting with her brother, who'd been to the US, and his wife, who are both very funny. We got back in time for me to go to what I THOUGHT (for some tonto reason) was a party...yeah. It was a meeting. A very boring meeting. About exactly what the other students are doing while they're here. I was also really tired, but whatever. I got to meet the new students. Then Juanita and Kiko, a couple I'll later live with (I think I already said that, but for clarity's sake), invited me to go view the brand new hospital with them and the students the next morning. What I didn't know was that also locked me into a meeting with the municiple president.

So today I got to meet the president, see a brand new hospital, return to Naranjillo (my favorite community, for those of you who don't know my stories from last year--the children of Naranjillo took me straight up a mountain to "see a view" for my camera and it was just sort of magical to be led by children up a mountain with a video camera), discover a track and park to run in that's near enough to walk so I don't have to feel like such a gringa running through the streets, eat in a resraunt in Juventino, talk more with the students, visit Doctor Narváez who has an infected heel (?), was essentially force-fed tequila a few times and finally get online now. That's a lot, especially considering that yesterday I met two huge families, the students and delegation, and the day before I went to Celaya to eat. It's been a lot of Spanish from a lot of different people in a very short amount of time. And I haven't been getting my naps, which I had been the first few days I was here. But I've learned a lot, and that's what this is all about. The hostpital is beautiful, though small, and we had an interesting talk with Juanita at lunch about what the guy at the hospital said (that this new health plan that allowed for the hospital meant 90% of Mexicans were insured) and what was really going on (many people still do not have access, and not nearly 90% have health care, let alone insurance). The other thing of interest happened at my host mom's parent's--there were a few flies and maybe 2 bees when we started eating. Amparo, my host mom, quite counter-intuitively to what I would do, began feeding them Sprite, which they very much liked, and more came. They kept feeding them. I think it's really interesting that we have this idea in America that bees and other animals are obnoxious and scary, when here they were saying, "they're hungry. Whatever. We can eat and they can be here and it's all okay. They won't hurt us unless we provoke them, so we might as well live in harmony." Very interesting.

This is Naranjillo

Anyway, That's all for now. There will be a lot of water-drinking and sleeping when I get back to my casa...I am exhausted. But I'm feeling really good about the summer, my study and just the people here in general. As we say, es buena gente (they're good people).

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Buena Gente

I love the people of Juventino. I went to breakfast at the home of El Doctor's parents. He has NINE brothers and sisters. Not all of them came, but many, along with their respecitve children and spouses did come. I went to the garden in the center of town with some of the girls (teenagers) where there is a market every Sunday. It was incredible. Sooo many people (a few pictures to come). Everyone was so nice and it reminded me of why I wanted to come back to Mexico--the people. Generous, loving, welcoming, happy...just great. At the market, there's this play going on too. We stopped and watched and I also saw the other students here for their research, along with Kiko and Juanita, a couple who I'll be staying with later and Mari, another woman I'm going to spend some time living with. So I'm going to a fiestita (little party/gathering) at the student's house tonight...that should be fun.

As we were walking back through the farmacia (pharmacy), I also saw Lulu, who is the sister of my host mother and who I spoke with a few times last summer. So we platicamos (chated) a little which was also nice. Man, I love Sunday in Mexico. Sunday means family. And here, family is everything. I feel lucky that I am treated like family. Incredible.
Much love to all--
Shannon

ps--phone number: 412.106.2867