Sunday, September 14, 2014

10 things

Where I take the bus every day.
I can’t believe it’s been a month since I’ve arrived in Mexico. I am constantly learning all kinds of things, but there are also plenty of things that are so different [culturally] that sometimes I wonder about so I decided to make a list of them 
(because lately I have a thing for lists).

Maybe you’ll have some answers for me.

10 things in Mexico that I still have yet to understand…

1.     Where all my money goes
2.     Conjugations and uses of “haber”
3.     Why the city doesn’t invest in dumpsters so the dogs don’t tear up all of the trash
Lover of all things you thought you'd never see again..
4.     How all Mexican babies and children can be so incredibly adorable. All of them. If I was baby-hungry before, I’m baby starving now…
5.     Why so many people wear neck braces (seriously, it’s the biggest mystery. It’s a constant subject in question between Shanequa and I: “did everyone just go and snap their necks at the same time? Do people go to neck-snapping parties? Where do all of these people come from!?”).
6.     How some people can stand up on buses using only one hand to hold onto the rails…and not even budge when the bus puts on the brakes (vs. myself who is always falling forward and nearly landing on top of people whenever I stand up-I’m sure it’s very entertaining to watch).
Bus passengers
7.     How people make a living for themselves and their families by selling gum, newspapers and bouquets of flowers on the streets
8.     The driving: there are no speed limits in the city, no one wears seatbelts or uses turn signals, people cut each other off, create their own lanes and stop in the middle of traffic to talk to a buddy in the car next to them and yet…I’ve been here a month and never have seen a car accident, a dead body (human or animal) or even an ambulance on the road. Incredible. Should I be taking notes?
9.     Why a bag of chocolate chips is so expensive; there is a Hershey’s plant in Mexico now! {necessities shouldn’t cost so much}

10.  How Mexicans can make food that my mouth yearns for but my stomach despises {can’t we all just get along?}

Veggies for sale @ local tienda

Monday, September 8, 2014

To the temple!

I had another long, wonderful weekend! My stake (a group made up of multiple congregations from different areas of the city in our church) hosted a dance at one of the buildings this past weekend-kind of like a back-to-school/welcome-to-fall dance. Ely and Shanequa and I all planned to go, so we took the bus downtown, and we had kind of a late start. But I figured, with the way LDS dances are in the States, its better to be a little late than right on time, because there are only like 6 people that are right on time and you just do a lot of standing around or have awkward conversations, or both, and frankly it's boring, so I planned on being a little late (really, I did). So the dance was supposed to start at 8, we got there around 9, and we found Grayson and Asami standing in the hallway-with about 10 people outside, playing basketball in their skirts and slacks. And there was no one in the gymnasium. No one. We were like, what is going on? I soon realized that not only was I attending an event that recognized Mormon standard time but I was in Mexico so this was Mexican Mormon standard time....so everything starts twice as late! Haha. It was pretty funny. So we sat around and talked for a while until finally some people started showing up around 10 and the party really got started. We had a blast. This was not your typical Mormon dance. Kids were doing legit dancing-like, traditional Mexican dances and they all were so good at it. I was so impressed. There is something in Mexican DNA, we've decided, that just makes Mexicans way good dancers. Grayson and Asami and I are in a salsa class together at school, which I think helped us out a little (most guys that I danced with still asked me if I had ever danced before, haha) but we had a great time and I learned a lot. We're excited for the next one! :)


They had this picture frame that was hanging from the ceiling that you could stand in and take pictures. We took about 45. 




So after the dance, at midnight, a bunch of us loaded up on a bus and made the 5-6 hour drive to Guadalajara to go to the temple!! When I first got here, I learned that Mexico City was the closest temple to us, and that it was about 3 hours away. I didn't think we would be able to go right away because of the distance and the expense. Then I learned that the Mexico City Temple was under construction and wouldn't be completed until the middle of next year. I was really sad to hear this, and learned that the next closest temple was 6 hours away in Guadalajara. I thought, there is no way I'm going to be able to afford to go to the temple while I'm here, and I came to terms with the fact that my opportunities to go now were pretty slim.
But last week, my ward (the congregation that I attend each week with other members of my faith that live close to me) announced that they were taking us down to Guadalajara after the dance to go to the temple. I was ecstatic and knew that the Lord knew how much I wanted and needed to go. The drive was strenuous and most of us got very little sleep, but it was wonderful to be there. We left at midnight Friday, got there at around 5:30am on Saturday and stayed till 2pm and then made the drive back to Querétaro. When we got there at 5:30 to change and get ready, the place was packed. They have these stalls where you can go in and change and shower and get ready. They kind of reminded me of campground bathrooms. Not the greatest, but sufficient. There were so many women in there, and when we got up to the temple, the line just to get into the temple was running out the door, down the stairs and onto the sidewalk-not to mention, groups of people standing on the sides and a waiting area inside that was full of people. It was amazing. I couldn't believe the dedication of these people, coming to the temple so early in the morning and many of them sacrificing much, much more than we did to get there. Our transportation was completely free, thanks to the Church; the only thing we had to pay for was food (and I have great friends that bought me food while we were there). We had so many reasons to be grateful. I was touched by the willingness of the members in Mexico to come and worship the Lord so early in the morning. They knew, however, the benefits of coming to the temple far outweighed what they paid to get there, and their sacrifice was a lesson learned on me. It was a wonderful experience and I'm so grateful that God knows my heart and helped me get there this weekend.


Picture credits for all the pictures on here go to Asami (the cute girl on the right :)

Sunday, September 7, 2014

Teotihuacan: Land of the sweaty, sunburned, super thrilled extranjeros.



If you don’t feel like reading all of this
I’ll quickly give you the condensed version:
I had a really. Cool. Weekend.



(You can stop reading now if you want-this is where it gets long…) ;)

 The Tec offers these trips for “los estudiantes extranjeros” (the foreign kids) at super reasonable prices while we’re here and this past weekend, the trip was to Teotihuacan (tae-yo-tee-wa-khan)-which means “place where gods were born” (or “place of the reeds” if you ask the Mayans, but we’re going to stick with the first name because it sounds slightly cooler).
            It all started at 5:30 Saturday morning, when Shanequa and I were supposed to be at the school to meet the buses, or at least be walking around in the dark trying to chase down a taxi, but we weren’t, we were eating breakfast. So really it all started at 5:40 on Saturday morning, when Shanequa and I were walking around in the dark and found a taxi to take us to the Tec. We got there, found our bus, they gave us a sandwich and we loaded into this super huge fancy bus (one of 4) with 200 of us in all and started down the road towards the state of Mexico.



Quick geography lesson: Teotihuacan is located about 30 miles northeast of Mexico City. And in case you didn’t know (I didn’t), Mexico is made up of states (just like the US) and they have an actual state of Mexico, and that is where these people decided to build a few of their pyramids (Teotihuacan). Side note: I live in the state of Querétaro, and also in the city of Querétaro. It’s great.
            So. Fast forward 3 ½ hours. Shanequa and I slept a little. As we’re approaching the city, I begin to see that I really haven’t had too much exposure to real Mexico, or what Mexico is really like. My teacher in my Mexican culture class keeps telling all of us, you’re not in real Mexico. Querétaro is not real Mexico. I live in a really good city. A really good state. There is less crime, less poverty, more economic prosperity, one of the best schools in the country, and people in general are just better off….at the orientation on the day after our arrival, one of the leaders of the Tec told us that Querétaro is leading Mexico in more than a few ways and is quickly becoming the model of what the rest of Mexico is hoping to look like. But now, I had the opportunity to see outside of Querétaro. As we approached the city, I thought, this is real Mexico. First thing I noticed was that there were dogs everywhere. All kinds. And there were even more people trying to sell you all kinds of things-mostly fruit, or tamales (the food of the gods) with Atole (the drink of the gods) and both dogs and vendors just increased the closer we got to the entrance of Teotihuacan.

We were first welcomed by THIS: 

 (PS-you can see any of these pictures in a larger size if you click on them)
Watch closely.
They danced.
Then, they climbed...one by one.
There they sat, plotting their next move. My stomach was turning.
Yeah. Then they all totally did THIS. OH MY GOSH

Ahhhhh....! Is what I was saying inside (not the man, he was perfectly calm when I took this picture of his head)
Thankfully, they all spun safely to the ground. I think they do this a lot.
Then we divided up into groups (those that could understand Spanish, those that couldn’t, guess which group I went with…) and started our tour!

Our group from the Tec is the crowd of cool kids with the red bands tied around our heads  so people could easily recognize us and be like, o los extranjeros!

We first went to the temple of Quetzalcoatl. This was far and away my favorite place. Our English-speaking tour was a little muffled because of the size of our group, so I didn’t get to hear a lot of what our guide was saying, but here’s what I learned:

This is the temple dedicated to the god, Quetzalcoatl, who was mythically identified as the feathered serpent and was worshipped here by the natives. Our tour guide said that Quetzalcoatl was called many things, including Jesus Christ, which I have heard for years from my mom (here’s a couple pieces of information regarding that):








 It was the only temple we couldn’t climb, but it was beautiful and decorated with many different carvings. Although no one is completely positive, to think that this could have been a place where Christ had been was amazing to me, and I felt privileged to be there.


Our guide also told us that every 52 years, the natives would tear down everything (EVERYTHING) that they had built and re-build everything (EVERYTHING) from the ground up, because they felt that every 52 years something would happen and destroy their holy places. In total, we were told that Teotihuacan was built and rebuilt a total of 7 times and what we see today is the final completion of the city. From what I gathered and researched, there were several indigenous people who occupied, claimed and built/re-built Teotihuacan so it’s hard to pinpoint the exact beliefs and practices identified with each group of people. But still. The place was incredible.
We also had a chance to visit what was left of the indigenous homesteads. Our guide told us that they could sleep 20 people within one little room, lined up right against each other on the floor. Later all of us gathered and got to be apart of a little traditional ceremony, where we all became "brothers and sisters". Our hosts kept telling us how grateful they were to have all of us there and that the spirit that we brought with us united us together. 


Homestead
They drew a V on my forehead.

After our little ceremony, they released us and let us go shop around and go look at the two largest pyramids, the temple of the sun and the temple of the moon. We had two hours before we had to be back on the bus. Shanequa and Asami and I took advantage of the beautiful handmade gifts being sold by extremely persistent men and women all around the park. My heart went out to each of them. I knew that they weren't making nearly what they should be for the quality of items that they were selling. I wished that I could have gotten something from all of them. The first man that I bought something from had most of his teeth missing. His collection of souvenirs were humble and few. He was sweet, and spoke some English, but we tried to communicate in Spanish with him the best that we could. When he learned that I was going to buy a few things, his face almost split open with joy. "My first sale of the day!" he exclaimed. I thought he was going to kiss me. He was so grateful. The competition between vendors is stiff; a lot of them are selling the same things, and many of them are selling things in fairly close proximity to each other. I wanted to buy everything from him. We later went over to where his wife was selling and I bought a few things from her, too. We saw them around later, and they waved happily to us. I was grateful when I finally ran out of money because then I could honestly tell the vendors that came up to us later that I only had enough money to take a taxi home later. My best strategy was, if they were trying to get me to buy something that I didn't have any use for was if they got their price low enough, I would just tell them, "what you're selling is beautiful. you deserve far more money than that and I just don't have enough to pay you for it." Walking away, though, was difficult. 


Asami took this picture and I just love it. 


After buying things, we went out and explored the temple of the sun, which was amazing. It was crazy high. Standing on the top of that pyramid was pretty exhilarating (by exhilarating, I mean scary...I was only up there for a few minutes, haha.)

This thing was huge. I can't imagine rebuilding this every 52 years!! The specks on the very top are people!


Part way up-Temple of the Sun




Trying to take a picture with the stairs behind me, but, alas, Kaitlin selfies aren't the same without people's legs in the background...

View from the very top. Temple of the moon in left corner. Super cool.
Awkwardly trying to hug all of Teotihuacan-look how high I am!!!

Crazy steep stairs.

Going down behind a three year old made it seem a little more manageable, though.


We then got to venture over to the Temple of the Moon (about a mile away from the Temple of the Sun). We didn't have time to go through it (and our legs felt like jello) but we did get some pictures. 
Temple of the Moon



We then were able to travel over to the hotel on site and have this amazing, buffet style lunch. It was really, really nice. I felt like a super spoiled rich kid, coming to Mexico and living a life that very few got to experience. A few of us swam in their pool, but they also set up their courtyard in the back where we got to play volleyball, and soccer and dress up and take pictures with a donkey......


This is for my mom ;)

When we weren't playing with the donkey, this is how we spent our time....

We later got to watch a super cool performance with some of our hosts who dressed up like natives and performed some ceremonial dances for us. It was really super impressive. They let us join in and dance with them a little bit later. We had a blast. 





Overall, we had an amazing day. It caused me to reflect a lot on my blessings, and actually to feel a little guilty. On the way home, it was difficult for me to hold back tears  thinking about the vendors that I saw and the people who were working so hard in the city outside Teotihuacan to make ends meet. My heart broke for them, and I wished that there was something I could have done to help them more. I am learning so much from being here. There are people every day that I wish I could wisk away from their circumstances and show them how they can live differently, especially through the gospel. The longer I am here, the more clear it becomes that there is an incredible need for us to constantly be aware of each other and to be serving one another. There is a greater determination in my mind to make a career out of taking care of people that I have the ability to help-not just in my career, but every day of my life. A scripture from the Book of Mormon came to my mind, in Mosiah 4:19, 21 that is one of my favorites. "For behold, are we not all beggars? Do we not all depend on the same Being, even God, for all the substance which we have, for both food and raiment, and for gold and for silver, and for all the riches which we have of every kind? ...."And now, if God, who created you, on whom you are dependent for your lives and for all that ye have and are, doth grant unto whatsoever ye ask that is right, in faith, believing that ye shall receive, O then, how ye ought to impart of your substance that ye have one to another."