Horseback Riding!!!

Today we (everyone with Adelante: Jasmine, Jo, Kendall, Ryan, Haylee, Rachelle and I) went horseback riding in Canelones, an hour and a half car ride outside of Montevideo. Let me say now that it was AMAZING and I never want to go horseback riding in the states again because I won't be able to gallop along the beach.

Jo took 4 of us in her rented car. We left at 9 and when we got there we were astounded. They had every kind of farm animal you could imagine and they were just walking around. They had a turkey, peacock, tons of horses (they raise thoroughbreds and racing horses,) cows, hogs, alpacas, etc. It was huge. It was really really nice to get outside of the city. The people that run the place heard that I was from Texas and asked me if I felt like I was home. I totally did. If only they had some country music on...

I had no idea that the actual horseback ride would be so long or that it would lead to the beach. The ride ended up being about 4 hours long!! I am incredibly sore now. Most of the time the horses didn't walk, but trotted. Painful. I kind of know how to ride and that helped a little as we went through the forest trotting. My horse even made a jump over a puddle!

The best part was when we went to the beach. They warned us ahead of time to hold the reigns tightly or the horses would want to run. Too bad we all galloped and had horse races by the time we were done on the beach. Even Jasmine, who was riding a horse for the first time, was galloping along. In fact, she wanted the horse to go faster when we were going back.

I didn't want it to end, but my body said otherwise and they had asado, or barbecue, for us. They made chorizo (sausage) and carne (steak) for us on the grill. It was pretty good. We all just sat around and talked for awhile. I really did feel like I was at some barbecue place in Texas, just with Spanish. The people that ran the place are somehow connected with the school and it was darling to watch their entire family (about 3 generations there) talk and play and laugh together. Of the the girls (about 12) had on cowboy boots, which cracked me up.

Today was amazing and we all greatly enjoyed it. I just called my dad since it's Father's Day. My family is so crazy. Right now my mom is at an airport in Michigan after my cousin's wedding waiting for her delayed flight to take off again. Then one of my sisters (Rachel, 16) is in Chicago on a 10-day mission trip with the church youth choir. My dad, sister (Faith, 13,) and two brothers went to the lake yesterday, but I feel better since they were rained out. Isn't that awful?! My sister Courtney (19) is deciding right now where she wants to go to school next semester while she works like a crazy person at Chili's back home. Oh family!

Yesterday we (Kendall, Jasmine, Ryan and I) tried to get tickets for a Globetrotters game last night. It ended up being sold out. We went to Punta Carretas shopping to go to Buquebus (the main travel agency here) to get tickets for Buenos Aires and were then sent to Tres Cruces (the main bus center/shopping) to go to the other store's location. Keep in mind that we had gone out at La Cite the night before and hadn't gotten home until about 5 a.m. We were all dead the entire day. But (after waiting an hour in line) we finally got our tickets to go to Buenos Aires!!! We will be leaving early Friday morning, staying at a commercial hotel (which seems rather nice,) and then coming back Sunday evening. We are all very excited!! It was a little pricy at $120 US, but I would have hated going home without going to Buenos Aires, especially with it so close. So the day ended on a positive note...and today was AMAZING!!! I have two more weeks here and I intend on enjoying every second of it.

Making the best of things

If nothing else, I have learned how to make the best of circumstances that seem bleak and endless while I have been abroad here in Montevideo. It began when I got sick and was stuck in bed for a week without anyone from home to reassure me.

It continued when I started going to work. When people here, and abroad in general, learn that you are from the United States of America, you become a target. They are constantly surrounded in our culture and they seem to like finding weaknesses when they meet us. I work in a room with four other women. The women here are very passive agressive and sometimes rude. I have heard them talking about me several times. Just about how I stay on my computer (God forbid I actually work) while they chat and drink mate. They are so lazy here! Or you could look at it as Americans are workaholics, which is also pretty true.

I have laughed off the idle gossip in the past. Yesterday was actually a really good day with them. I asked them about the media here and we ended up talking about what we do when we go out and common slang in our countries. They even shared mate with me and I had coffee and lemon cream pie with them. I had been praying about the awkwardness in the office and I felt my prayers were answered.

However, today was a different story. I think they forget that I can understand them. They were talking about how they always buy the milk to put in the coffee and that I should pay too. I've had coffee with them twice and usually politely refuse so I can be home on time. Of course I understood what they were saying and when they sat down I got out 10 pesos and gave it to the girl sitting nearest me and said it was for the milk, I didn't know they had to pay for it, and that I would not be having coffee today. She took the money from me silently and quickly pocketed it. I suppose women are petty no matter where you go. All I can do is pray for them. They need something (or someone) to talk about at work, and as an American I can't avoid the constant attention. As an American abroad, you just have to know how to deal with it.

I have most definately learned how to stand up for myself while I have been here. This is only one instance. I have also still been e-mailing Adelante because they have still not done anything with all our complaints. I would have never sent such harsh and thoroughly analyzed e-mails in the past. Furthermore, I have had to stand up to a guy who is here for two weeks between the completion of his medical school and residency. He has said rude or distasteful things about women, to me and to other people. Back home I would have turned a deaf ear or just given him a cold look, but here I have been bold and griped him out.

I'm not sure if it's good or bad that I have had to constantly stand up for myself, but now I can only hope and pray that it turns out to be a good thing and I can keep it under control. Studying abroad in a place that hardly any people speak your language stretches you far enough, but all the extra rude sentiments that go along with being an American abroad doesn't help too much. Especially being an American woman because they all think we're crazy nymphos from the movies they watch on cable TV. You really do have to know how to deal with animosity before going abroad as an American, but after you decide not to care it's great.

On a more positive note, things with Maria are getting better and she has been very kind to me. Kendall and Ryan moved into the school so I have been able to see more of them, which has been nice. I can't believe I only have a few more days left before I leave!

Here is a picture of 3 of my closest friends from Baylor with my mom when we stayed at my house to go on our roadtrip to San Diego, California, for Spring Break.

My Dear Doctor

Here is a funny story:
I had to get a penicillin shot in my butt when I was sick from the doctor that Jasmine shadows. Apparently after he looked at my throat and he and Jasmine were outside waiting for me to get changed he told her I was cute. She told me in the car on the way to get my shot. Great, I know.

So when he finally had the huge shot ready (massive needle with a lot of liquid, it was so amazingly painful) I had to unzip my pants, etc. up on an examination table for him to give me the shot. I made Jasmine stay in the room with me because it was awkward knowing the doctor thought I was cute and he was giving me a shot on my bare bottom. It hurt like heck and I had to lie there for awhile before I could get up, but then Jasmine and I caught a cab to go home.

When we were in the cab she got a text from the doctor and started to laugh uncontrollably. She wouldn't tell me why, only that it was from the doctor. Today she told me why. Apparently he texted her that he was about to have a heart attack from giving me the shot because he thought I was so attractive. Then he texted her that he was only human, etc. Yeah, awkward. So Jasmine told me all this today and that he said hi to me and I may be seeing him soon. Yeah. Story of my awkward life. At least it's worth a good laugh for everyone else.

Going out again

Since we didn't end up going to Buenos Aires we went out this weekend instead. Norma, the woman who lives here at the school, told me that she knew the owner of El Tigre, one of the local Uruguayan restaurants near here. At first we were going to go eat in Ciudad Vieja, but when she told me that I worked it out so we would all go to El Tigre and got Norma to call. We reserved a table for 15.

Ryan and I both took off work (we are the only ones who have steady everyday jobs) on Friday to go to the American embassy. We were so excited to go. We had heard that they are very nice if you are an American citizen and show you around the place and have American food (peanut m&ms, etc.) Not so. At first we just took pictures by the American embassy sign. A guard came and told us we couldn't take pictures, but when we showed him our passports he said it was okay. We were excited to finally be treated well because we were foreigners.

It went downhill from there. Kendall had e-mailed people at the embassy for a tour and they had replied that they would work something out. However, when we got there the lady at the front desk knew little English and had us talk to someone inside on an outside telephone. Apparently the woman who usually does tours was in Colonia and had been for the past week. We had to be escorted if we went inside and the woman at the front did not even attempt to set us up with an escort. Thus four American citizens were turned away from their own embassy. We were astonished and apalled. I just sent an e-mail to them of my disproval at how we were treated. Showing our passports should have been enough to get us inside. That is how it should be and it was how it was when I was abroad in Europe. Oh Uruguayans.

Pretty much everyone from the school went to eat and it was a lot of fun. There is a new student taking classes at the school who will be here for literally two weeks. He just finished medical school and will be starting his residency. That's just crazy in my opinion. There are two new girls who also came abroad with Adelante, Haylee from California and Rachelle from Georgia. I hope they know what theye are getting into!

We got done eating at about midnight and most of us went to the W Lounge in Parque Rodo to go dancing. When we first got there it was completely dead. Since Jasmine and I were going to the feria early the next morning we left around 5 a.m. By then it was completely packed. The place is really fun on Friday nights, but they totally start playing the same music over and over. They love Gwen Stefani and Fergie here and they play a lot of our oldies as well. They get really excited when they play Grease. It is so funny that people abroad never like Americans because they dislike Bush so much, but they are obsessed with our our culture (music, news, celebrities, etc.) It's so ironic.

Yesterday Ryan, Kendall, Jasmine and I went to Mercado del Puerto to go souvenir shopping and to just look around. It is a very old building and reminded me a lot of Florence's central market. It is filled with all types of restaurants and they all give you free medio y medio, the official alcoholic drink of Uruguay (mate being the non-alcoholic.) It is half champagne and half white wine. It was very good. The woman who taught with Liz's boyfriend at the tango place actually worked as a seater at the restaurant we ended up going to, it was hilarious to see her. I ordered pumpkin ravioli in seafood sauce, something I would have ordered in Florence, and it was amazing. I did a lot of souvenir shopping at Mercado del Puerto...it was painful but fun.

At about midnight we met Liz at a new bar. She had reserved a table for nine and we got to meet a bunch of her friends. Two of them especially knew a lot of English and wanted to practice their English. They were actually very good and had been to the states several times. Apparently there is a British and American place for teaching English here. The American is larger and sets up students to go abroad. One of the guys started talking to me about how people disliked Americans and how he thought it was wrong since they have never been there. I told him that Americans do the same thing with other countries. We think we're the best, and that's just as bad. It's not until you travel and really experience a place that you have any right to say anything negative about it. It is so frustrating to hear people talk badly about another culture that they know nothing of. It is what traveling cures.

After staying at the bar for awhile we went to another place where they played Argentenian music to dance and Jasmine and I left at about 5 a.m. Today we have taken it easy. I e-mailed both the embassy and Adelante. We are all sending another round of e-mails to Adelante to remind them that we are still not happy with our situation now that we are all doing our internships. My e-mail was not as politically correct as my past e-mail, but I do not think any of our e-mails will be anymore.

Soccer with a second wind

I went to my job for the entire week this week. It is not at all what I expected. My boss handed me a tape that was in both English and Spanish from a British man talking about advertising and he told me to listen to it and transcribe into both languages. Like any internship, it is basically just busy work. However, I am able to get online so I chat with people online and research some way to get to Buenos Aires.

I had booked a hostel a few days ago to stay in Buenos Aires this weekend. We didn't think that getting there would be a big deal. There are ferries run by buquebus that constantly run. We went onto the website and it said the trips would be about 190 pesos for the fastest boat they have that runs from straight from Montevideo to Buenos Aires in about 3 hours. However, it was in Argentinian pesos and ended up amounting to about 60 American dollars one-way. Ridiculous. By the time we figured out a slower/cheaper way of getting there (7 hour trip by bus and ferry from Colonia at $80 roundtrip,) it was too late.

I cancelled the hostel reservations and now we will be here for the weekend. I had no idea that it would be so expensive to get around South America. The main form of transportation are buses, but there are only beaches worth going to in Uruguay and it's cold now. There are mineral springs in the most Northern part of Uruguay (in Salto,) but those busses will be more expensive. To get to Buenos Aires we have to get across the Rio de Plata and obviously that is expensive.

It was sooo much easier to get around in Europe. You just hop on a slow
local train and it's just a few dollars. That's not even mentioning
Ryanair where you can hop on a plane for 15 euros to Ireland (no joke!) It
may have been ghetto, but it got us there. We are not that lucky in South
America.

On a lighter note, yesterday I went to the biggest soccer game of the season here. The players were Firelli and Nacional, two Montevideo teams. Nacional won by one goal. The fans were crazy. We got stuck in a scrimmage before the game outside of the stadium. I have never beene to a sporting event and feared for my life. It was fun though. It's always a cultural experience. After the game Jasmine, Kendall, Ryan and I went to the one Mexican restaurant in Montevideo. It's not Tex-Mex, but the place reminds me of home.

Tomorrow I think we are going to try going to the American embassy, which is supposed to be amazing inside. On Saturday there is apparently a huge feria that we are going to try going to. Between my work, not being able to communicate perfectly and not taking classes and still getting over my sickness I am ready to move on from Montevideo. I think it would have been different if there was a lot to do or somewhere to travel, this town is very sleepy compared to what I am used to in Europe. I think I am just bummed about not going to Buenos Aires this weekend.

llagas and a shot in the cola

I have been in my small South American bed for a week now. I can say without a doubt that it was been the most painful week of my life, emotionally and physically. It is hard to be sick millions of miles away from all your loved ones. It's even more hard when you are stuck in bed and the only one to attend to you speaks another language. Only God pulled me through this last week.

I went to the doctor Monday and he gave me medicine that didn't do anything at all. It turns out that it was only homeopathic medicine that had random things like caffeine in it. The health system here is completely different and a little sketchy, as I learned the hard way. Jasmine has an internship following a doctor around and she asked him to take a look at me. I did not go to work Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday, and instead stayed in bed in a great deal of endless pain. I was afraid my throat was going to close up and I could eat next to nothing. I just stayed in bed. I literally stayed in bed all day. It was miserable and I wasn't getting any better.

The doctor Jasmine shadows finally came to look at me Thursday night. He looked at my throat for about two seconds and instantly his countenance dropped and he told me to get dressed to go with him to the hospital. That in itself was painful. It got worse. I had to get a penicillin shot in my cola, or butt. The needle was huge and even made Jasmine squirm. It was SOO painful and I am still sore from it. I held Jasmine's hand and she claims I almost broke her hand. He prescribed me amoxicillin and something for fever and I went home.

I was supposed to feel better the next day after the shot, but I didn't feel better at all. I was supposed to go to Colonia Saturday, but I was still miserable and not at all better. I had bought a cell phone randomly on Monday and I think it was the best thing I have done since I have been here. My parents called me every so often to check up on me. After being on strong antibiotics and the shot my family started getting worried about me. I was in such intense pain that it was hard to sleep. I would wake up after a few minutes crying from the pain. My throat looked as awful as ever.

Jasmine left Saturday for Colonia with Ryan and Kendall, and they all had a great time. This left Maria and I alone at her little casa. She gave me water to take my pills and left me alone to attempt to sleep during the day. She gave me soup for lunch sometimes. She actually ate with me during dinner and talked to me about the economic crisis in Montevideo and her kids. It was kind of comic. I tried my best to sit there and pay attention. She even whipped out six photo albums to show pictures from Brazil and Spain. Between feeling horribly sick and not knowing too much Spainsh or wanting to converse in it, I was glad to be having good conversation with Maria. And by conversation I mean sitting there in misery.

If it weren't for my family calling every so often and the occasional texts from Zena I do not think I could have pulled through. I think it made it harder to get better being so far away from my friends and family. I have learned a few things from being so sick abroad. Primarily that I could never survive if I permanently lived far from my loved ones. I physically couldn't take it.

I think I am finally beginning to feel a little better. My throat still looks awful, but I felt safe enough to leave the house to use the internet here at the school. My dad says I had strep pharyngitis, or a very bad case of strep. I came very close to coming home, but I want to see Buenos Aires first. I am about to start planning a trip there for next weekend.

Oh, and if you were wondering about the picture...my dad has been sending me random pictures from my childhood that really make my day. Here is one with me and all the females of the family. Enjoy.

Sick in South America

That's right...I am very sick. Not just a 24 hour bug, allergies or the flu. At first I thought it was strep because I usually get that a couple times a year. Now I am pretty sure it is mono.

I went to the doctor on Tuesday. Kendall was a dear and went around with me. The healthcare system is much different here. I sat down with a receptionist to tell her what was wrong with me and then she called the doctor in. I told him I just needed antibiotics. Apparently he studied medicine in Galveston, Texas. Too bad he could speak next to no English. He perscribed me two random drugs which I walked to pick up at a certain pharmacy. The antibiotic has caffeine in it and the other one who knows. Neither of them are helping me at all.

I randomly got a cell phone after that. It was only 475 pesos (about $20) for a phone without a contract with 200 texts and I don't even know how many minutes.

Yesterday I stayed in bed literally all day. I dozed in and out and felt completeley useless. I now have not been to my internship for two days. Until I know what I have for sure I don't want to be getting other people sick if I can help it.

Last night my mom called me at about 2 a.m. on my cell phone and we talked for about an hour. After that I would wake up every hour or so crying because I was in so much pain. It is awful being so sick in a foreign country! This morning I had Jasmine look at my throat and she thinks I don't have strep. Then I talked to Kendall and thought about it, and I think I have mono. The first sings of being sick I had was having swollen lymph nodes a couple weeks ago. She said my throat looked much worse than strep. Don't worry, I won't go into details...

Most of my friends here are going on a night stayover trip to Colonia Saturday night with La Morocha, the place where we take dance lessons. I will probably just go. I don't want to miss out, even if I am dying. I am not sure if I will go to the place tonight because I need to save up my strength. I am not even sure if I will go to my internship today. All I do know is that the honeymoon stage of my culture shock is over and my health is suffering for it. Pray for my health!