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Today I spent most of the day at home as well. Managed to eat more than I should’ve - lunch consisting of steak, potatoes au gratin, salad with avocados and tomatoes, half a (small) bag of fried lime/salt plantain chips. Dinner at Roxanna’s house with empanadas de queso and yuca cake. I enjoyed the evening at their house… my hands hurt from all the sewing practices I did today.
Its fair to say that I’ve never consciously been around a sewing machine before. I might have done some manual sewing in my years, and that im pretty good at, but when it comes to the pedal, the needle, the thread, and all that metal… intimidation was the keyword of the day.
Nonetheless, I managed to learn the machine pretty well. My hand is still unsteady though, and I scrunch up the fabric every time I feel like my fingers get too close to the propelled needle. But all in all, it was a good learning day. Above are a few practice runs I did.
Something that ive noticed about Costa Rica, or any other third-second world country for that matter, (and because I havent had enough time to really think about it, I wont be able to write much) is that people don’t have such a protected sense of self. Ive been hosting a constant dispute in my head over the differences between California and Costa Rica… in all senses and schemes of life as we know - traffic, fashion, food, friends, home, etc. Here things ride in tandem with people as a whole. With nature as a whole. Tree roots dig up cracks and potholes in the asphalt, but people learn to drive around it. Homes with cracks in the ceiling and pots and pans sticking to nails in the wall are open to guests. And im actually not really sure where im going with this thought, but it’s been fermenting in my head for the past few days as I see more and more suggestive traffic lanes and stoplights, and curious areas of San Jose which I would have once consider mistreated or rundown.
At home, we take such pride in the manifestations of our purchases, in the qualities of our images, that I think sometimes we lose grip of reality. We are so lucky (and unlucky) to have smooth-paved streets, to have most all of our stray-dogs in kennels, and have such a wide variety of consumerist options… where our sense of individuality erases a lot of unity-ideology.
Not saying one is better than the other, as its impossible to choose the better between dream and reality. That’s been a constant question in my head since senior year of high school. This is a big theme… I don’t think ive had enough time or experience to really feel like I can analyze well enough or have a well-formed opinion on.
As for now ill keep enjoying the country as I have been. I love taking trips like these that really have the power to change my perspective on the life I live at home.
Goodnight.
For most of the day I worked on the pattern for the pea coat me and my grandma are making. The soap markings were my favourite part. Later in the night we went to go see Madagascar 2 in the BEST movie theatre I have ever been to. VIP seating or whatnot, with huge leather recliners and at-your-service waiters… we ordered sushi and crepes and a few drinks.
I don’t know why they don’t have these things over at home.
And I also think I may be getting a sore throat.
I couldn’t take my camera to El Mercado Central today… too many robberies lately I guess (you should’ve seen the face my grandma gave me when I walked out the door with the camera hanging around my neck!). If you could picture an open market inside a GIANT patched up tin warehouse, little bars and restaurants next to wood-workers, basket weavers, leather shoes, all thrown into a giant hodge-podge of mini streets and avenues, with steam rising out of cracks in the tin roof, a few stray dogs running around stealing scraps from the meat vendors… then you have the perfect picture of el Mercado Central.
I bought two pairs of sandals, a couple leather bracelets and some nice wool fabric for a pea coat me and grandma are gonna make
There was also a churro vendor inside the market - about 50 cents a churro, with delicious and warm caramel-ish goop inside (see photo at top). I had to save some for when I got home so I could take a photo of it. I ate a lot of shit today. Im full.
There is now a steady blanket of rain falling outside. Once in a while I can hear the rolling leftovers of thunder off in the distance. A couple of hours ago it was sunny, no clouds in sight… I dressed in shorts and a black tee. Now I have sweatpants and my favourite jacket on… Costa Rica really is Pura Vida, as the people around here like to say.
Billie Holiday is singing to me in the living room right now, and my grandma is falling asleep on the couch. In about a half hour we’re going to bank and then maybe driving around a little more. “There is no greater love than what I feel for you… No greater love…”
Sing Billie, sing.
Day Five
Has been slow thus far. I woke up to the relentless barking of our next door neighbors dog… my grandma later told me something had died and landed on our rooftop. I wasn’t able to visit the farmers market today (a crying shame) because my uncle’s car broke down last night on the way home (I forgot to blog about it) about 4 blocks away from the house. We luckily were at the top of a hill when this happened, and the downhill tract managed to give us just enough speed to pull into the driveway of the house. I cant imagine how my night would have gone had we been driving an extra ten minutes, or taken a wrong turn somewhere in the mountains causing our drive to last longer. I’m glad that didn’t happen to say the least.
I haven’t written much about San Jose yet. The city is, well, a city. Not much different than some areas in Long Beach… liquor stores, pulperias, potholes, graffiti, fences. The difference though is that everything is clean because it rains so much. And not to mention that around here, all of the cars are small. There isn’t a lot of litter in the streets, Costa Rica prides itself in the management of its country: wooden signs scatter the roadsides - “I believe in a pure Costa Rica” or “Water is the blood of our earth” and “People and nature can coexist peacefully”
My family lives in a small area in the northwestern part of San Jose, called Rohrmoser (I find it curious that at home, I live in Rossmoor). Rohrmoser is one of the nicer areas in the San Jose basin - a larger mall-type market called the Plaza Mayor houses a grocery store, movie theatre, florist, bookstore, Quiznos, Pops, petstore, lots of shoes and clothing stores and few other tiendas. There’s a specific part in the street on the way to Plaza Mayor where you can see almost the entirety of the rest of the basin, as Rohrmoser is elevated more than the rest of the other settlements in the area.
The house here is quaint. Yellow on the outside, orange and white on the inside. One bathroom painted blue, the other yellow. House colors here in Costa Rica are unreserved. I’ve seen a lot of pink (like flamingo pink) houses in the countryside… there is no code of conduct.
There are geckos that live in this house... my grandma put them here instead of using pesticide in order to control the creepy-crawlers. I haven't been able to see one of them yet (as they are elusive and small), but sometimes I can hear them chirping to one another. Theyre very, very loud.
I sleep in that room at the end of the hallway.
Day four. Did a lot lot lot of driving. This time, we explored the northern mountains of San Jose (more or less the countryside of Costa Rica, instead of the selva). We drove through a small town called Grecia, very quaint (and not at all resembling Greece); if I ever bought a house here, id would be somewhere like this. It was windy but warm, and was elevated off the San Jose basin enough to feel like spectators of the rest of the valley. Small Pulperias littered the towns and took the place of the larger, urban supermarkets. Lots of cheese in the area, and I had the most amazing Palmito (that cheese I was telling you about that’s wound up like a ball of yarn) from one of the pulperias off the roadside:
We drove to Sarchi… a pueblito infamous for its artesania. Wagons and woodworking there were the coin of the town, and if you’ve ever seen those little painted carts on the brochures or tourist books about Costa Rica, it was actually in Sarchi where they were first created.
After Sarchi, we drove about an hour to Zarzero:
My camera lens failed TERRIBLY at capturing the depth of those clouds… it looked like a giant flood rolling into the valley. I don’t know how many photos I took, I guess this one’s the most decent.
Then this was me, doing a pseudo-supermodel walk in the middle of a famous garden in Zarzero (lots of those bushes-made-animals… if you cant see the horrid thing above my head)
And this was the really rad floor in the church that belonged to the weird animal-bush garden in Zarzero
And here was the giant cloud-flood a few hours later on our way back down the other side of the mountains… we ended up driving directly through it (it felt like a dream). And it actually smelled really good. I rolled down my windows right as we were hitting the edge of the clouds. Smelled like rain.
And then once in the foothills we made a stop at BAR FORY FAY (ill give you a minute or two to say that outloud, and then laugh).
The food there was pretty good, I didn’t drink any, although I have to admit, when looked over the menu that contained somewhat decent English translations of the dish names… I couldn’t help but want to order a “Glas of Whine”
I started off my morning with a good shower. Skipped breakfast and grabbed my backpack filled with all my camera equipment, and headed out with my uncle and grandma to what they considered “el mejor bar-bee-kyu” in Costa Rica. The drive must’ve lasted about a total of two hours on the way up the mountain (I cant remember the name of the town we ended up in: food comas usually destroy brain cells as well), and despite their dissatisfaction with the overly-cloudy weather, I found myself somewhat musing over the ways in which the clouds work around here. The weather in Costa Rica is fickle. One hour tumultuous rainstorms could be working their way over your head, and the next hour could bring an inexplicable downpour of sunlight. Nevertheless, I enjoyed the drive through the pueblitos, each one equipped with their own (rather large) soccer field, and I kid you not when I say that every single town had one; with grass greener than whatever “other side” you may have conjured in your head, the fields were each placed in the middle of the pueblos… clean goal posts and lights put up in their veneration. Had it not been for the indefinite moisture which affected these areas of the mountains, I would have probably taken more photos outside the car -- a constant reminder to me that Costa Rica is indeed a rainforest. With Black Sabbath and notable tracks from Grease playing in the car’s stereo, my uncle went on an on about Janis Joplin, telling me that it was really the Syphillis that parented her inimitable, scratchy voice.
We ended up finishing off what could’ve easily been a feast for 5. A liter of cola, unripe banana salad (not by mistake, unripe bananas around here are a common dish), a small serving of chicken soup (again, with unripe banana… and probably the best chicken soup I’ve had in a while too), some stone-ground tortillas, and of course, bbq. And not the lame-ass bbq-sauce drenched meat I’m used to eating. Im talking real, roasted for hours and hours on end, tender fucking delicious chicken, pork and beef. Woooonderful that im not a vegetarian. On the way back, we pulled into a drive-thru at Pops, the infamous (and best) ice cream dive possibly of the entire western hemisphere.
Im now laying on the bottom half of an otherwise empty bunk bed… uploading photos of today’s drive (ill include a photo of my bubblegum scoop). A fierce wind is howling outside, drizzle is spattering the window by my feet. Im tired, full, and as of ten minutes ago, not constipated anymore. Ill take a nap for a few hours and then see what the afternoon brings my way. Might involve a rented movie and some soup. In the meantime, its funny to think that today is the first day of 2009... All toll roads over here are free in celebration of the new year.
