Wednesday, December 16, 2009

This will put you in the Christmas spirit...in a merengue, tropical sort of way

Nothing spreads Christmas cheer like some Puerto Rican dudes dressed up as the 3 Kings, throwing out red, plastic balls from the bed of a Ford F-250. It also helps that they blast this 'Feliz Navidad' song from 5 foot speakers mounted from the back of another F-250 pickup truck.

Keep in mind they drive in idling speed, slamming your ear buds with the music from this video below. I was more than slightly annoyed when we were behind this parade a couple of weeks ago, trying to get to a nearby Subway took twice as long. However, Santa has since softened my heart and I now realize that I'll probably never see something like this in the states...therein lies my newfound desire to write a blog post about this parade.

Feel free to use some of these awesome choreographed dance moves during the holiday season, they're sure to spice up the typically mundane family Christmas party.


Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Some friendly PR pick-up basketball

I just got back from playing pick-up basketball with about a dozen Puerto Rican guys. The players who were sitting out and waiting for the next game to start were drinking Medalla Light (similar to Coors Light) in place of Powerade or conventional water. Sort of odd I guess...but when in Rome, right? At least I waited until after we finished playing to enjoy a cold one.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

Questions, Anyone?

A few weeks ago, we visited the girl volunteers at their school in the mountainous area of Puerto Rico, about an hour and a half from San Juan. I forgot about this story until now but I thought I'd share, thinking "better late than never."

Before each class period we sat in on, we introduced ourselves and said where we were from in the United States. I tried to keep it short and to the point, considering most of the kids were bouncing off the walls from the 50g of sugar they had just consumed during their morning snack break.

During the second grade classroom visit, I told them my name was Stephen, I was from Ohio, and that I was a volunteer in San Juan. "Any questions?" I said. After a silent, awkward pause a boy with jet black, spiked hair raised his hand. "I like animals," he said.

Failure on my part I guess. I don't think teaching is in my future, we'll let Ashley handle that.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Just me blabbering

Anxiously awaiting the arrival of my family and being able to enjoy the luxuries of their nice hotel: hot shower, no ants on the floor or dishes, no water leaks from the ceiling/walls every time it rains, A/C, lack of dust everywhere, etc.

Also I'm ready to cheer on the UD Flyers, who are making an appearance in Puerto Rico for the PR Tip-Off preseason tournament...Gooooo Dayton Flyers!

My new Pandora station has a reggae, island, chill theme to it with artists like Citizen Cope, Dispatch, Sublime, Trace Bundy, Nelo, etc. and is appropriately called "Pure Awesomeness" and I'm pretty excited about it. Maybe that's a sign that my life is so boring now that I get excited about a new Pandora station, but to each his own.

Yulp, that's about it. I have more meaningful posts coming, but those require effort and pictures/video from my external hard drive that I left at my apartment. Sorry I'm not sorry, I'll get to those later.

Everyone enjoy their Tuesday!

Thursday, November 12, 2009

$

I just found $32 in the back pocket of a pair of my shorts.

I think it was from a few weeks ago when I was walking somewhere and had spread out the money between my pockets and shoes. That way, in case the other volunteers and I were mugged, the bad guys wouldn't make away with all of my money...just most of it.

No, that reasoning is not made up and I really did that.



By the way, am I the only one who burns a Citronella candle in my bedroom?

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Our Surprisingly Comfortable Suzuki


This morning we were about to take off in our awesome Suzuki Baleno for work when I opened the door and saw that the driver's seat was fully reclined. The Suzuki looks something like this picture, just imagine it with more scrapes, a cracked windshield, missing lights, no hubcaps, etc.

Anyways, we finally figured out that because we don't lock our beautiful Baleno's doors every night, a homeless person had slept in the driver's seat the night before. "Why don't you lock your doors?" you may ask. Well my friends that is a good question, and a relevant one considering the circumstances.

We don't lock our doors because we could never get back into the car if we did so. The driver's side lock has part of a key broken off inside of it, the result of an attempt to open the lock with an incorrect key. The passenger side has a lock, but the key we have to the car doesn't unlock that door. Neither of the back doors has a lock, in fact one of them has the tip of a hanger instead of a lock.

I'm thinking of leaving the homeless guy a note for next time he sleeps in our car (like tonight). It might say "Que te descansas, mi amigo" (rough translation of "here's to you having a good rest, my friend). Then I thought that he might like some food or something like cookies to welcome him into our Baleno. Maybe some milk and cookies. Like Santa Claus, but homeless. A homeless, Puerto Rican, Santa Claus who sleeps in my Baleno. Maybe resembling something like this guy...


Monday, October 19, 2009

Supplementing the Volunteer Stipend

Last night we went to Hotel Conrad in Condado to watch the Bears-Falcons Sunday Night Football game. Yes, the same place we went when that Skater dude bought us a $216 bottle of champagne for no reason. Well I guess it was for a reason, albeit purely an emotional, non rational one.

This time, we sat down next to an American looking dude wearing a Red Sox backwards hat. You can spot fellow gringos down here from a mile away. This young man, Jeff, was no exception. Things that clued me in that he was an American and not a light skinned Puerto Rican: lack of a rat tail, public support of any other MLB team than the NY Yankees, he was wearing shorts, flirting with the bartender openly (with little success but I'll hand it to him for giving it a shot), and the hotel bar's TV remote was directly in front of him (true American, taking over the TV controller to make sure he didn't miss any possible sporting events).

Turns out this guy (Jeff) and Dan (Danimal) had worked together at AT&T a few years ago, greeting people and showing customers the iPhone when it came out. Apparently Dan's title at the store was "Product Pro," which is hilarious enough in itself. Also, apparently Dan used to be super-skinny back in his AT&T days. Jeff called 2 people from their old store and his conversations with them were strikingly similar.

"Jeff: Dude, I'm on vacation in San Juan right? Guess who's sitting next to me right now at this bar? This is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of, I've never even heard of such nonsense. Yeah, it's Dan from Lehigh! ....pause....Yeah dude, the skinny kid, yeah!"

Jeff had come down on a "buy 2 nights, get 3 free" deal from this hotel for $450 including airfare, which btw is an unbelievable deal if anyone is looking for a little time in the sun. Anyways, we got to talking about how he's made up that money (plus another $600) at the craps table over the past 3 nights.

Less than 10 minutes after that, Dan and I were on Jeff's hip pocket at the craps table in the hotel. Best casino game ever. I've been trying to learn for awhile now, and I finally have enough know-how to stand there and play, a huge accomplishment in my mind haha.

I cashed in with $20 and came out with $32. The way I look at it, $12 buys me two meals. Bingo, bango, bongo!

Weather Tips?

Why do these kinds of pages pop up when you type in "San Juan, Puerto Rico" on weather.com

http://www.weather.com/activities/driving/drivingsafety/drivingsafetytips/aggressive.html?from=36hr_fcst_driving_trigger

Things that make you go hmmmmm.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

And I thought I was done with school...



Check Out Dan's Blog Post

Maybe that link is representative of a sort of cop-out effort at a blog post, but Dan's pictures are pretty much the same as mine and he does a good job of summing up our day at the school on Tuesday.

Below is a video I took that includes Dan acting like a pirate in order to illustrate a story to the kids...complete with an eye patch, parrot on his shoulder, peg leg, etc.

As you can probably tell the sugar from the kids' early morning snack is hard at work and they can barely contain their excitement.


Wednesday, October 14, 2009

You Learn Something New Every Day

After working on Centro Buen Pastor's forest trails for the future guided tours, a man by the name of Julio Cesar showed us the correct way to cut open a coconut with a machete and drink the juice inside. Yes, Julio Cesar is his real name...and yes, he is pretty handy with a machete.

After introducing himself to me for the first time he followed with, "I know, it's a big name for a little guy." Similar line to my friend Faustin, from Notre Dame: "It's like Austin, with an F at the beginning." Or to my buddy JP from Charleston: "JP, as in just playin." Whatever does the job for meeting new people I guess.

Anyways, we filled up on the coconut juice after working for awhile. I'm not usually a fan of the jugo de coco, but for some reason it tasted especially scrumtrulescent this afternoon.



Swedish fish are my anti-drug. Thank you Renee/Ashley for including those in the care package. I wonder why they're Swedish fish though, and not Finnish fish or German fish or even American fish....anyone? Anyone? Bueller?


Weird caption but whatevs.

Monday, October 12, 2009

Dengue Fever: Ever Heard of It?


This is what it looks like when you get dengue fever (a tropical viral disease transmitted through mosquito bites). At the time, Jon was in an internal medicine waiting room filled with other people who seemed to think Jon was the main act in a Ringling Brothers production. To avoid the stares and awkward, under-the-breath comments, Jon employed the use of a hoodie while Marechy (a huge help in the dengue fever fiasco) tried to avoid the camera. Soon thereafter, Jon's condition became the main topic of conversation in the waiting room, as other dengue fever victims shared their personal struggles and stories of triumph over dengue.

Now I can safely say that myself and the other volunteers have become all too familiar with its background, symptoms, and treatment methods (or lack thereof). Maybe a mosquito net isn't too bad of an investment after all.
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Life in the San Juan Metropolitan Area

"Why use the traditional amplifier and sub woofer approach to blasting loud music in public when a multiple megaphone set mounted on top of my car/SUV will do the job?" -Puerto Rican people who play loud music (mostly reggaeton) outside of my apartment 24/7



These can also be used for selling plantains out of the back of your pickup.


"She's My Little Whiskey Girl"

Today when Dan and I were chopping down overgrown trees and bushes at Buen Pastor, we were offered a whiskey drink of our choice by an elderly Salesian Missionary Sister. It was 10 AM.

Inappropriate post title?



Monday, October 5, 2009

Sideways Elevators

See how amazing Puerto Rico is-their elevators even have the option to go sideways!

Powerful ND Video about Haiti Program

Friday, October 2, 2009

My Trusty, Old Dell Laptop

This morning I spilt a delicious concoction of OJ-Cran Juice on my five year old Dell Latitude D810. Unfortunately it still works.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I'd Like To Make a Toast to....It Tasting Delicious?

Story Time.

Last Sunday we went to a hotel bar to watch the Bears play the GB Packers. There aren't many Americanized sports bars in our area and we settled for a small side bar in a nice, trendy hotel that happened to be carrying the game. I accidentally ordered a Peroni that ran me $5, Dan and Jon did their research before ordering and each got a soft drink for $2. A $3 difference may not seem much to you, but you learn to appreciate these discretionary ordering techniques when your volunteer stipend leaves you with an ATM message that looks like this:

ACCOUNT BALANCE: $0.87

Anyways, the lack of money is to be expected and that's all part of the experience...so somewhere around the beginning of the 4th quarter of the Bears game, a twenty-something skater-looking dude walks up to the bar and orders a Heineken. Tattoo on the lower neck region, black Hurley hat with an abstract white design (adjusted slightly to the side), oversized, black Billabong style shirt, jeans, high-top DC shoes...you get the picture. He drank his Heineken slowly and regretfully, as if he had just lost $2,000 in the nearby casino and all of a sudden he found himself at a side bar in a hotel. He stared at the labeling on the bottle as if he were conducting a research project, watching it slowly turn in his hand, around and around. Myself and the other volunteers watched him from a few feet away, feeling sorry for him and what was probably his recent monetary loss.

After finishing the Heineken, he left for about 20 minutes and came back to the bar and ordered a $206 bottle of champagne ($216 with tax). I was all of a sudden paying very close attention when he paid the bartender in 2 $100 bills, and when the bartender politely asked him to pay him the other $16 he owed-he laid down another 2 $100 bills and told the bartender to keep the change. Change in my bank account is literally just that, $0.87 cents in change. Change in this skater dude's case was $84.

I assumed he was going to take the nice bottle of champagne, the bucket of ice, and 2 champagne glasses upstairs to some lucky lady. Instead he told the bartender to forget about the bucket of ice, and he asked him to pop open the bottle right there. Keep in mind this is Sunday around 11:30 PM, with no one else around except 3 white kids watching the Bears game...not exactly the most common time to start popping bottles.

After he had a couple of sips, he looks at the bartender, nods in our direction, and says (in the most monotone, calm, dull, slow voice I've ever heard), "Did you give those guys some?" The bartender did a double-take to make sure the kid wasn't joking. Skater Dude looked down at us and asked, again in the chilled-out-bro tone of voice, "You guys want some?" We responded that we would, "sure why not?"

After each of us got a full glass, we asked him what the occasion was... "Yo man, this is awesome, thanks so much, what's the occasion?" "Yeah man, what are we celebrating tonight!?"

He looked up ever so slowly from his glass of champagne, as if turning his neck 90 degrees was something he only liked to do a certain number of times in one day...and we were pushing his limit on that number. "Because it tastes f-ing delicious, that's why." (he didn't say f-ing, but for the sake of keeping this blog G-rated you can use your imagination there)

That was a good enough answer for us, and we began to sip. It tasted like liquid gold, it was easily the best champagne I've ever had (obviously). Usually I don't like champagne, but this bottle changed my entire outlook on the bubbly.

We tried probably another 5/6 times to get a conversation going with this Skater Dude, and each time were politely denied from anything past a comment like the first. Examples...

Us: Yo man, so where are you from?
Skater Dude: Bloomington.
Me: Oh awesome, like Bloomington, Indiana? My girlfriend was considering IU's Journalism School...
Skater: Bloomington, Illinois.
Us: Oh right on, so are you a Bears fan?
Skater: (Purse of the lips and nod of the head up and down one time, no words)
Jon: Awesome man, I'm from Palos Heights outside of Chicago, we're here watching the Bears game, thanks so much for the champagne, this stuff is delicious.
Skater: No problem (looks back to begin another research project on the rising bubbles)

After he told the bartender to give us the remainder of the bottle and to make sure we had had enough, we watched the end of the Bears game mostly in silence. I'm not sure about the other guys but I didn't want to agitate the guy or disturb the flow of how the night was going. So we just sat there and enjoyed it, because the Skater Dude was right...it did taste f-ing delicious.

Sorry there's not a grand finale ending to this story, we got up after finishing and thanked the nameless Skater Dude again...he just nodded and pursed his lips as if we had disrupted his train of thought. Then we kind of just slowly backed away from the situation and started on our way home.

Sum it up to another weird, yet adventurous and entertaining night in Puerto Rico.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Being Resourceful with Leftover Bamboo

Post-Machetes Blog Post

My fingers are full of blisters from the machetes today, so I'm gonna use that as an excuse to not type as much tonight. This video will show a little portion (I'd say about 1/43 worth) of the area we were clearing from Centro Buen Pastor.




Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Machetes

Tomorrow we're going to work with machetes at 730 AM. Bittersweet considering the early starting time... but let's go chop down some trees, I'm stoked.

Monday, September 7, 2009

Los Tubos (Manati) e el Mar Chiquita - Labor Day Special

So this morning we found out that we didn't have to work, a pleasant surprise for us on Labor Day. We went to Playa Los Lobos and El Mar Chiquita (in the town of Manati), both of which are about 45 minutes west of San Juan on the northern shore of Puerto Rico. Who wants to visit?!

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Skype



Random thoughts of the day:

Skype is awesome (see above).
I miss Notre Dame.

It's Freezing Down Here!

Usually I wake up in the morning and I feel like I just got off the treadmill. It starts getting hot in Puerto Rico around 6:30 AM. By 8AM, my room is too hot for me to sleep in. So yes Mom and Dad, my sleeping habits have changed.

Today I slept in until about 10AM, enabled to do so by the cool breeze and rain pattering I heard on our terrace. So when Dan and I were talking this morning about how good it felt in our apartment today (somewhere around room temperature instead of steaming hot), I decided to look up the weather and see what our new definition of comfortable is. The following is what weather.com had to say...



Light Rain
76°F
Feels Like
79°F

79 is the new 60.

Wednesday, September 2, 2009

La Peninsula de Cantera


Cantera has stray horses. Apparently people just get horses from wherever and try to take care of them for awhile until they run out of money, time, or motivation to do so. Then when they stop caring for them, the horses are left to fend for themselves. One of the locals was telling us with dogs or cats getting in the way of your car on the road you can just honk at them and they'll run away. But with horses you have to approach them slowly and ease them out of the roadway because you never know how they'll react. Since all of us gringos think this is so weird/interesting, there's probably going to be more pictures/videos documenting these horsey loners.


The other boat we took out into Laguna Los Corozas,
Laguna San Jose, through Canal Suarez and into
Laguna la Torrecillas. The guy hanging off the side is
a professor, testing for the salinity of the water.


One of the homes on the water in Cantera. They have a lot of
contamination problems with the water from years of trash
buildup, disallowing them from using the water.


Sunset photo from the highest point in Cantera

















The van/shack thing we got our lunch from...one of the
community leaders, Chago, helped us find this diamond
in the rough (it's in the housing projects in Cantera).
The thick, footlong, meaty sandwich and a drink cost
us $3. Best value in Puerto Rico so far.

















Psalm 23 written on a wall in one of the barrios in Cantera.


Jon took the initiative for telling our readers about our upcoming work at Centro Buen Pastor in Caguas. So now I'm going to try to explain a similar project in La Peninsula de Cantera (that means the Peninsula of Cantera, and if you didn't pick up on that already this whole blog thing is going to be a struggle for the both of us) which is the other alternative tourism project we will be volunteering for.

Last Thursday was essentially our orientation for this "Proyecto Peninsula de Cantera." In a short day of 13 hours, we learned about the history of the place they call Cantera, about the people who now occupy that peninsula of land, about their pollution and water contamination problems, and about their stray animals: cats, dogs, horses, roosters, etc.

I'm going to use some of the information from the website of La Compañía para el Desarrollo Integral de la Península de Cantera (the organization we will be complementing as volunteers-it means the Company for the Internal Development of the Cantera Peninsula) because...well, just because. Soooo once upon a time (around the 1930's) the main economic activity of the peninsula was a quarry owned by the Corporation Rexach, which engaged in mining, processing and the sale of stone and other aggregate materials. After an extended time of people referring to the "cantera" or hanging out at the "cantera," the name stuck and became the official name of this plot of land. By the early 1930s, economic activity generated by the quarry began to transform the Peninsula area, which until then contained mostly vacant land, mangroves and hills. As they were removing the stone hills, people took their piece of land, and families (especially those of the quarry workers) started to get nice and cozy in this area.

Today they have problems in the Cantera community ranging from crime, drug trafficking, lack of education, and very low standards of living to name a few. See now you all didn't know about this kind of Puerto Rico, did ya? You just thought it was all Viejo San Juan with lush beaches, cheap food, and hand rolled cigars in the street. Yeah well, so did I...ha just kidding-I knew what kinds of communities we'd be working in for the most part. Although it is an eye-opener to see first hand how simply these people live in Cantera's housing projects and how poor they really are. A lunch on the porch means eating on a 4x4 piece of concrete slab in 100 degree heat, watching stray dogs, cats and horses walk by while chicklets and roosters peck at the crumbs by your feet. It makes you think twice about the things that really matter in life...things like A/C, my 2 golden retrievers, close toed shoes, etc. Just a broma... take it easy, everyone.

Spanish lesson numero uno: BROMA (bro-mah) = JOKE.

Anyways, they also have a lot of flooding problems because, with exception to the public housing projects, the people living there built their own homes with what they had at the time (which was mostly an abundance of trash.) Dejame explicar...the people from Cantera who built their own homes didn't view trash in the same way that we typically would as smelly, dirty, and gross. Rather they saw it as a resource, as a replacement to soil or gravel; they knew trash was the cheapest, most efficient way to build a foundation for their homes. So when the government gave them access to the land and let them essentially build their own infrastructure, they did so on a pile of trash. In addition to this, the lack of a cost-effective solution to disposing of trash to get it out of the community has led to more and more contamination in the water, as you saw in the video. This is just one of the deep-rooted cultural aspects of the community that our organizations are trying to work with as we aim towards a higher quality of life for the Cantera community, less contamination in the waters around Cantera, a higher quality of education, socio-economic improvement and opportunity, etc.

K, that's a lot of info for now...more to come on Cantera later because it's an extremely interesting community development project and hopefully you're as intrigued by its potential as I am...if you're not there yet, maybe you will be soon after I keep the updates coming (hopefully).

BTW, who else can't wait for Notre Dame's thrashing of Nevada on Saturday? Go Irish, baby.

Friday, August 28, 2009

Jon's Update about Buen Pastor

Yeah, I'm lazy...so I'm referring you to Jon's blog for this one. Essentially I would be writing on the same material; and Jon put a lot of time into getting all the names, details, locations, people, etc. correct for his readers (and now for my readers as well).

This will hopefully give you a better idea of our work in Caguas at Centro Buen Pastor. Keep in mind that our role in the Cantera project is completely separate. Also keep in mind that Jon isn't as creative as your's truly, and he's very business-oriented which you will be able to get a feel for as you read his blog.

(If you didn't figure this out already, you have to click the big title in dark green that says "Jon's Update about Buen Pastor" and that should take you to his page.)

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Roto Rooter

Today the plumber came and used the electronic snake to dig up a Bob Marley-looking clump of hair that the girls living here before us so graciously left. If you girls are reading this right now, I'm sorry to call you out for this but honestly a $1.99 shower drain cover would have been a worthwhile investment...for yourselves as well as future tenants.

So this afternoon we went for a Cinderella-on-steroids cleaning operation, and came out successful...I no longer feel dirtier coming out of the bathroom than I had going in.

So when all three of us had to shower tonight we obviously chose the...outdoor shower from a lofted garden hose! It's amazing and I'm never going back haha. Tonight there was even a complimentary heat lightning storm show we were each able to enjoy. It's like I'm one with nature when I'm out there on the rooftop. Now shower curtains seem so restricting for some reason.

More meaningful posts to come later. "Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe..." Those of you that can finish that quote, my applause is yours. Those of you that can't need to watch the Departed. As they pronounce it, The Depahhhted.

Cheers, govena.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Starbucks

For the past 2 week Jon, Dan and I have been going to Starbucks for their free internet (and scrumtrelescent pastries)...but tonight I've had about enough of the blaring opera they've played for the last 45 minutes. Just sayin.

I'd love to hear from some of you, so let's work on that....make some posts, send snail mail (nobody actually does that it's just something you say for formality's sake), make a comment under a post, check one of those boxes I put under there, email me at stephenbeach09@gmail.com.....just do one of those and let me know what you've been up to and how you feel about this blog.

The barista we've become buddies with was born in Puerto Rico lived in Germany and then in 30 US states. Chevere.


K great talk, see you out there.

Aves

Today we woke up at 7 AM to go on a bird watching tour. And that's all I have to say about that.

La Primera Dia a La Playa Luquillo

I apologize in advance for the poor video quality. So now I'm sure you want to go ahead and press that play button.

Also, I just realized that later in the video I refer to the beach as Troquillo or something like that. Troquillo is a made up word/city name so just don't pay attention to that part of the dialogue.


Friday, August 21, 2009

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Siempre Verde Project

Today we completed the absolute beasting of an old building on the property of Centro Buen Pastor in the hopes that it will soon provide for our new Siempre Verde office. Confused? You should be. But that's what I'm here in Starbuck's for. As I enjoy my Tazo I plan on cluing you all in, bit by bit.

We've taken in a lot of information over the last week and a half, and to explain it all would take me about 44 tazo teas' worth. Here goes. Myself, Jon Kearney, and Dan Frank (Danimal as he calls himself on Facebook) are all living in Santurce and working together on the city limits of Guaynabo. Surprisingly it's only about a 15-20 minute commute. 15 minutes if Jon or I drives and 20 minutes if Danimal drives.

Anyways, the organization we volunteer for is called the Puerto Rican Center for Social Concerns (PRCSC). 2 years ago we started a project they decided to call Siempre Verde (Always/Forever Green for those of you who are mono-lingual...if that's the right term for it?) in collaboration with a group called INCICO (Instituto para la Conservacion de Puerto Rico) and the Salesian Sisters who run the Centro Buen Pastor. This place is not only a retreat center capable of hosting grade school groups, families, etc.- but so much more. Like the breeding grounds of projects like Siempre Verde.

Let it absorb. Reread the above paragraph if you must.

The 4 focus areas of this project:
1. socio-economic
2. protection and conservation of natural resources
3. psychological effects of the ecosystem (studying the use nature as a means of therapy)
4. education and the training "nature guides" who are essentially young adults that have an opportunity to earn a job as a tour guide to take people through the nature trails of Centro Buen Pastor's 18 acres


Sooooo today we finished the gutting of a small building that we are hoping to completely renovate in one day with the help of $ and labor from United Way. I think this is going to happen sometime in early September.

Like I said, bit by bit. So that's enough for now. I'll try to mix in the entertaining stuff with the work information as best I can. For example, when I stepped down off the ladder today I felt an old, rusty nail slide through the rubber on my New Balance shoes directly into my foot. Yes, it hurt like a bia bia. Then I smacked a light fixture on the follow through with the sledgehammer and got some small glass shards in my eye. Then I stepped on the humble abode of the meanest, hardest-biting ants I've ever seen. A guy we work with told us that if you put a lizard on their ant home, they would eat him (or her if the unfortunate party is a female lizard) in a matter of minutes.

If you thought that last part was entertaining, that's just sick. And don't worry I'm getting a tetanus shot tomorrow, the glass shards are rinsed out, and I lived through the fury of those little biting ants.

Enjoy the video. Although Jon provides the dialogue and it's not as entertaining as mine, there's still a lot of good information and it allows you all to see some of the Centro Buen Pastor's property.


Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Apartment Tour

Rain Showers (Get It?)

Sign at the entrance to the house of 2 Notre Dame alumni who play an integral role in the success of PRCSC. They invited us over for the Notre Dame Alumni Club of Puerto Rico's send-off for the high school seniors who will be attending Notre Dame in the fall. They really did make us feel at home, opening their house (and pool) to us for the upcoming year.






The first night of showering in the rain.
Megan is the girl in the middle and Tesia is on the right side. The girls are volunteering at Centro ALESPI in Orocovis, in the middle of the island. As far as I know so far, they teach English, Math, and other subjects to grade school kids.

We went to their casita a few days ago to drop them off and were welcomed by the nuns who live next door to them with kisses on the cheek and plenty of rice, chicken, and plantains.




Dan (on left) and Jon working to improve our drainage system for the new shower on the roof.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Make It Rain on dem Volunteers

Tonight I came up with what is quite possibly the best idea I’ve ever had. After arriving in Puerto Rico on August 11th, and my fellow volunteers and I have been stymied by our clogged shower drain. After trying two bottles of Extra Strength Drano Gel, and finding ourselves equally unsuccessful with each one, we have been forced to resort to more creative modes of bathing. We started out slowly, literally jumping at the chance to use Mother Nature and the downpours she often provides during the rainy season here in Puerto Rico. It’s incredible how close to God you can feel when it’s just the great outdoors, a raggedy patio, dark skies, and a bottle of fragrant body wash. Three nights ago we were playing cards around 10 PM when we all heard thunder and some rain drops. We had been to the beach that day and were suffering from the lack of A/C in the apartment, so needless to say we all ran outside to get in a little scrub-a-dub. The biggest drawback to showering in the rain is the slow pace. After soaping and shampooing it takes a good 10 minutes of rain to build up enough water to rinse completely. After a couple of showers like that we started to think progressively…as in an empty two liter bottle of Coca Cola (sorry Uncle Phil, I still love Pepsi), and an empty milk jug. The 2 gallon shower was an improvement as well as an environmentally friendly option, but today I took our shower situation to the next level.An inconspicuously looking garden hose was laying on our terrace just outside our patio door, connected to a rusted pipe and looking like it hadn’t been touched in years (which it probably hadn’t). Ask and you shall receive, baby-that hose was flowing as if it knew we needed a source of running water to shower under. A cinder block later and we had it elevated on our rooftop. Showering outside with a garden hose never felt so good.


Random thoughts for the day:

Tesia’s drying her hair with the wall-mounted fan right now.

I’ve been perfecting my Mattew McConaghey (sp?) impression lately, it’s getting pretty good.

If I make grammatical errors (Mom, I know you hate that), I do apologize but I'm not planning on taking my time. I'd rather just keep the words flowing with no interruptions.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

La Primera Post

Hello all-thanks for checking this out, we're gonna try this blog thing and see if you all like it....

There’s something to be said for showering on an outdoor patio, rinsing with nothing more than a milk jug and an empty 2 Liter Coke bottle. For one, it has made me feel refreshed enough to begin writing to update you all. I’d like to thank you all for making it to the webpage, as that in itself is a huge first step. I would also appreciate it if you all could make it back to the web page every now and then just to check in and browse around the videos, pictures, creative writing posts, etc. I’m still working on some sort of catchy line or two that I’ll end each day/week’s post with…you know like a “Good Night, and Good Luck” sort of thing - but more relevant and creative.



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