Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Abby in the Amazon

It was a calm, relaxed Wednesday. Us girls had just finished class, and were casually waiting for our taxi to arrive, with chicken sandwiches and laughter filling the air. When our big yellow van arrived, I was blessed with the shotgun seat, my backpack crammed between my knees and the dashboard, but my excitement overruling the uncomfortable van ride. We knew the trek to the airport was going to take us a while, but had no idea we were going to be stuck in traffic for two hours, those of which consisted of some very random happenings. After buying a kilo of mandarin oranges right out of the window, witnessing a street dancer with life size puppets, and getting yelled at by Peruvian police for cutting traffic, we were glad to say sayonara to our taxi driver and hop on the plane.

We arrived at the airport with 10 minutes left before boarding time. In a state of panic, we rushed through check in and security. Gabi and I went through first, while a couple of others stayed behind to scrounge for some food, as the idea of 7 hungry girls on stuck on a plane wasn't appealing to anyone. Met at our gate by a calm, cool and collected Ashley (who had been at the airport for an hour already), Gabi and I's anxieties were relieved, as they hadn't even begun boarding the plane yet. We went back to spread the word to the girls who still didn't know that everything was A OK, and found them running through the airport with a McDonalds bag full of cheeseburgers and panic stricken faces. As the adrenaline wore off, we sat down and waited to board the plane for another 30 minutes. Finally we boarded and were off to the jungle.

Stepping foot off the plane, we were immediately greeted by hot, heavy and humid air. Our skin was sticky and our eyes were sleepy but we were so exciting for the following days. We met our taxi driver and drove through the city of Iquitos to get to our hostel. We could see the stars, there wasn't a speed bump every 100 yards, and the honking was minimal. It almost felt like Nebraska to me, and made me that much more excited to hop in my car and just drive. When we got to our hostel, we were welcomed by the owner telling us "sorry, I know you made your reservation in advance but I gave your room away anyways." Truthfully, she was very nice and helpful and got us into a different hostel, but nonetheless it was still awfully frustrating, as we were all so exhausted and ready to pass out. We made it to our new place, and definitely overindulged in the air conditioner. I woke up in the middle of the night curled up and cuddling right next to Claire #NoShame. 

The next morning, we walked through town and stopped for a quick breakfast before meeting our transportation to the jungle. I chugged some awful instant coffee, and away we went. We met our awesome tour guide, who has casually worked with several TV shows, like the National Geographic and the Travel Channel, and spoke fluent English. We rode with him to the port, where we boarded a little boat that we took throughout the Amazon. Before reaching our "resort", we stopped and admired some caymans and paiches AKA fish that could gobble up a baby in one bite. After that, we continued down the river and traveled down an Amazonian "backroad" to our resort. We dropped our bags off in our rooms that we would be staying in for the next three days. Basically, we stayed in a screened in  bungalow with two rooms separated by one wall. There were three beds, a toilet, shower and sink on each side. It definitely wasn't what I pictured as a resort, but I liked the authentic jungle feel we had going on.

We all opted to take a real sweaty nap before lunch, and woke up to them calling us over for some rice, chicken and beans. I was a little disappointed because I was expecting to try crazy jungle foods, but a bit later I was invited to eat piranha that was served basically the same as how it was caught, just the fried version. I immediately regretted wanting the crazy jungle foods, but tried the piranha anyways. A little disturbed from a girl telling us that sucking out the eyeballs is the best part, I timidly cut into my piranha and tried to find some meat to munch on, but there really isn't much to those little fish. 

After lunch, we boated over to Monkey Island. Monkey Island is basically my childhood dream, not a true island at all, rather a refuge for rescued animals that eventually just stay because of the companionship of visitors and of course, the food. As soon as our boat pulled in, a little monkey hopped right into the lap of our tour guide, took his water, unscrewed the cap and started drinking it. The guide was just laughing, as we sat there in udder shock. 

Stepping foot onto the island was like stepping foot into paradise. Animals were freely roaming around this "island" and right away, monkeys were hopping onto our shoulders. A bird stood on my head, a toucan was hopping around, and a little raccoon like animal was grazing. We later found a pond of water that we gave no notice to, until our guide started poking around the pond with a stick. Curious, I observed and later watched a thick, scaly anaconda slither around, trying to dodge the stick. Eventually our guide got a hold of him, pulled him out and picked him up. Trying to be brave, I embraced this opportunity with open arms and went and held the snake with our tour guide. When I handed the reigns to the next person, the snake tightened its grip on my hand, and I for sure thought it was the last time I'd get to use good 'ol lefty, but eventually freed my hand from the constricting snake tail. When we left the island, we looked for (and found!) pink freshwater dolphins! They were very timid and stayed pretty far from the boat, however.

After returning to the resort, we put on our ponchos, mud boots, and headlights and went for a nocturnal hike. Although the mosquitos were attempting to make me anemic, I still enjoyed the hike and saw frogs, ants and giant moths. I also spotted a huge butterfly, and wanted to see its blue wings, so I lightly brushed it and immediately regretted my decision when it landed on my chest and I realized my suppressed fear of butterflies. They're fun to look at, but they're actually kind of creepy up close. Flashback to a 5 year old Abby temper tantrum when a butterfly landed on my purse and I lost my marbles. 

When we got back, we took advantage of our three hours of electricity by charging our phones, and using the light to take showers. Tucked away in our princess bug nets that covered our beds, we were ready to sleep at 9 PM when the lights shut off. It was so relaxing to sleep with the white noise of all of the jungle animals coming alive at night, although later that night I woke up in a panic, as a drip of water hit my forehead, and I couldn't figure out where I was. 

The following day, we left early to go fishing for piranhas. We got to our buggy honey hole, took our sticks and threw our lines and hooks in the water. We used beef as bait, and right away felt the tug of nibbles. I finally figured out the appropriate technique to set my hook and eventually pulled in two piranhas! I was surprised to find they are basically sunfish with sharp teeth. The way my brothers described them to me I had pictured a monstrous fish, more like a river shark. 

Later we traveled to a little village, stopping to try to pull a snake out a tree and pick a tarantula off a leaf. Just normal everyday life things, obviously. At the village, we were greeted by a small boy and his pet sloth, and a small girl and her pet crocodile. Okay. There we had breakfast, scrambled eggs and piranha and then took a long boat ride back to monkey island. I was happy we had already been, because the second time around wasn't as awesome. A monkey even robbed me of an earring and my popsicle. 

We left monkey island and went to a "safe spot" (not sure how that is determined) of the river to take a plunge. I was very skeptical at first, and wasn't going to get in but peer pressure happened and I took a dive. With every passing brush of a leg, my heart skipped a beat, because you know, piranhas. But I made it back into the boat alive and in one piece. We went back to the resort to clean up and eat supper. After supper we took a nocturnal boat ride. We saw a spider SWIMMING !!!!, bats and a little tree frog that joined us on our journey and rode with me on my poncho. 

The next morning, we woke up at the buttcrack of dawn to try and see the sunset. To our disappointment it was very cloudy, so we didn't see much and went right back to sleep upon our return to the bungalows. For our last day, we visited a local tribe that demonstrated the customs and dances of their past. A little boy pulled me into the commotion and we danced around in circles. Later, we tested our blow dart skills and I averaged a .500. We all bought little souvenirs made by this tribe and returned to pack up our stuff and head back to Iquitos. 

We went back to the same hostel we were supposed to stay in the first time. This time we had rooms, but Ahnika and I drew the short stick and had to stay in a dorm with a couple of other guys. We didn't sleep much, as the room was basically a sauna, smelled like smoke, and a guy would NOT STOP COUGHING all night. I was actually looking forward to my 3 AM alarm, telling me to get up and get the heck out of that dorm room. We set off in the middle of the night to catch our plane back. 

Overall, my Amazon experience was unforgettable and is competing for the title of my favorite place in Peru. 

This is my last required blog, but I'm sure I'll have some other thoughts along the road, so for now peace out, but I'll be back I'm sure! 

XOXO,

Abby




Wednesday, April 13, 2016

5 Things I've Learned in Peru

As my final blog will be about my trip to the Amazon, I'm closing up the Peruvian blog series with 5 things I've learned while I've been in Peru (besides Spanish).

1. Independence
I've always thought of myself being very independent, in the sense that I could do things on my own and could think for myself. But I hadn't realized before coming how much I actually depended on other people. Now, it's not a terrible thing to depend on others, but I've learned it is so important to do what YOU want to do because YOU want to do it, not because of the influence of others. Find your motives, stick to them, be who you want to be and find your own ways to create happiness. Before coming, whenever I was alone I felt super anxious, but now it's so calming and relaxing to be by myself. 

2. Small Talk
I'm so good at small talk I can do it in two languages now, but that doesn't make it any less boring. The most challenging conversations I've had while speaking Spanish (and English!!!) were not surface material subjects. They've required me to dig deep, and to think of new ways to express myself. It's important to have people in your life that challenge you, that push you, and make you think a little harder, regardless of what language you're speaking.

3. Practice Makes Perfect
It's a common phrase we hear when training for sports or CrossFit, learning a new language, working on speeches, and basically anything in life. If you have poor flexibility and mobility (*fingers point back to self*), you SHOULD stretch. Not just one time, but like.... everyday (going to take this moment to confess I never stretch and it's something that I'll be working on...) The same concept applies when trying to mold the mind. If you want to be kinder, you have to practice. You can't one day say, "I want to be a better person" and boom YOU ARE Buddha. No, sorry, it doesn't work like that. You have to consciously apply yourself to change old habits, you have to TRY and change.

4. Effort
Effort is probably one of the most important aspects to a relationship, in my opinion. It doesn't work to go above and beyond for someone that doesn't even give you the time of day, but at the same time it's good to be generous with your time and presence. What you put in won't always be what you get out and if it's not working out, move on. Any kind of relationship requires a balance of effort, and you should never be the one pulling all the weight.

5. F.O.E.
Family Over Everything. My brothers both have it tattooed on their bodies, and it's what has gotten me through the homesickness I've felt here. Although they're not my family by blood, the Nebraska group, my Peruvian friends and host family have all made me feel at home here. While no one can replace your immediate family, having something that's close makes everything so much easier.

That's all for now folks, as I'll be heading out tonight for the Amazon Jungle!

XOXO abrazos y besos,
Abby

Thursday, April 7, 2016

Major Key: Communication

Another week down here in el PerĂº, and only a couple more to go! Today officially marks 20 days left until I get to see my parents, who I haven't got to hug since January. As far as this past week went, I went to a Peruvian barbecue, started a new training program at the gym, ate lots of food, and went to Parque de Las Aguas!

Let's talk about communication. In the world of smartphones, iPad's, iMessaging, twitter, instagram, you name it, it appears we can connect to anyone, anywhere. Which, let's face it, is pretty cool. But what about real communication? What about when you actually have to make plans with someone by using your mouth and your words? I've learned a couple of lessons this past week about the art of communicating.

Lesson number one took place last Thursday night when Yurina and I went to Parque de Las Aguas. It's a huge park with several different lit up fountains and shows. I'm really quite mad at myself that I didn't go there sooner! I mean, we actually did try to go sooner (Monday) but upon arrival we saw that the park was closed. (this could actually count for communication lesson number one: always google hours of operation). The true first lesson was coming home, when Yurina and I sat down in three different taxis to get ourselves back to campus. Our first several attempts at hailing a taxi were unsuccessful, as they all tried to charge us way too much. Uhm hello just because we have accents doesn't mean we don't know a good taxi price.... right?! After bartering with another, we got him down to a reasonable price and got in... only to drive a couple blocks to have him tell us, no actually I'm not ok with that price, I want 5 soles more. We said "nope" and got out right there. Surprised, as this has never happened to us, we tried, tried again. Bartering with taxi number two, we all agreed on a price again and away we went. We told him exactly where to go (our campus, which is very well known to the taxi world), but after a couple of blocks he decided he didn't understand us, and he didn't know exactly where he was going, unless of course we settled for 5 soles more. So out hopped Yurina and I, deciding if we kept this trend up we may make it back to campus fo' free! Third times a charm, as we hailed a taxi and his initial price was 5 soles less than the other two we bargained with. We jumped right in as soon as the words, "quince" escaped from his sweet Peruvian lips. Lesson one: some people try to pull the, "oh sorry I don't understand your accent give me more money" card. Don't let it happen, your communication skills are great boo boo.

Lesson number two is group communication. Personally, I love group messages. I think they're fun and everyone gets to contribute and send fun emojis and they're just fun. But let's talk about group chats in real life, some may call these "meetings", "small gatherings" or "parties". Saturday night I found myself at a Peruvian barbecue. Much like barbecues in the United States, we ate lots of meat, drank some beer and were all gathered around talking. Now this wasn't the first time it's been brought to my attention, but there's something about being in a group of native speakers that makes me shut down. I'm like the friend that wasn't by their phone, has 47 new notifications, sees the funny joke made two hours ago and sends "lol" after the discussion is done. The speed of these conversations is astounding, not to mention full of slang and terms I've never heard. Sometimes I just laugh along with them, even though they know I didn't get it. I'm lucky enough to have made friends that understand this problem, and will later explain the joke to me. Little by little it's getting much easier to understand what is being said, but sometimes I'm just off in the distance, thinking "damn guys I have no idea what's going on." Lesson two: speaking one on one or in tiny groups is the easiest.

Overall, communication is key. Lots of lessons can be learned on this topic, and I'm lucky enough to have figured some of them out. Bear with me, as I only have a couple more weeks left!

Abrazos y besos, XOXO

Abby