The New Apt

If you’ve recently read my blog or seen me in the last couple of months, you’ll know that I was most recently living in a fabulous neighborhood in a nice little apartment…with the bitchiest, most atrocious roommates ever. Unfortunately, my new apartment also has some issues compared to my previous place:

 *Cockroaches (a dozen or so dead ones, and one live sucker)

*No dishwasher

*No washer or dryer in the apartment

*No garbage disposal

*Further commute to work

*More expensive rent and utilities because there are only 2 people sharing the bills

*No parking space

*On the blue line so it is not as convenient to travel to other neighborhoods

But…there are no crazies which = priceless

Oh, and the great roommate, fun neighborhood, and closeness to Mario are all awesome bonuses to the deal, too!

#2 Culture

While living in a foreign country, I experienced firsthand how vastly different people’s cultures can be: how and what people eat, the way people dress, greetings, and even the way people treat and act toward others. At times, it was difficult assimilating myself to the customs and cultural norms around me, but after a while, I often took on the persona of the locals. Walking quickly without paying much attention to those around me? I am amazing now! Dropping food from the family style plate and making a mess of the table? No big deal! It’s the sign of a good meal.

Now that I’m back in the U.S., I’m around the traditions that I see as normal: shaking hands when you first meet someone, eating with a fork and making sure not to spill, etc.

Just to make things more interesting in my life, I found a guy to date who is from a different culture than mine. Our expectations and customs are different because Mario grew up in South America. For the past 15 years, he’s assimilated himself to the American culture, but as he describes it, “I have two lives to keep up with: my background and what I know from Ecuador and my many years in America. They aren’t the same and learning to adapt is hard.”

My track record proves that it is tricky learning to adapt, but it was (almost) always a fun challenge. I’m excited again to be learning new things and expanding my horizons.

Here are a few cultural differences so far that I’ve noticed:

1.    Hugging of people you’ve only just met, including family members – All of Mario’s friends and his cousins hug me when they say hello and goodbye, even the first time I met them. His aunt and uncle were a bit harder nuts to crack. They clearly know that I’m American and are probably unsure if the whole “hugging new people” thing is what I would expect. Before I met his aunt, Mario told me to hug her; so while I went in for the hold, she stuck out her hand for a handshake = awkward embrace. The next time I saw her, I didn’t lean in and she didn’t either…hello from a few feet away is just fine with us! Afterward, Mario gave me the look, “HUG HER!”, so when I went to say good-bye, a proper ‘nice to meet you’ embrace was given.

2.    Dancing – Now, I love to shake my booty on the dance floor, but only like a white girl can. In the Latin culture, dancing is huge! When growing up, Mario learned many different versions of dance from the mamba to meringue and salsa. I, on the other hand, do a great booty pop and can wave my hands in the air while simultaneously snapping perfectly. I’m learning the steps to a few different types of Latin dances and while it’s more scripted than the way “my people” dance, it’s still really fun. A huge dance floor with lots of people doing the same thing…and while that might sound like Glee, it’s actually good ol’ fashioned fun. My favorite time dancing has been with a bunch of school kids. We recently went to a charity 5K with Mario’s school and a song telling the kids to dance sexy came on. Everyone around me – including the kiddos – starting shaking their hips, so I did too.

3.    PDA – I’m not sure who doesn’t detest watching others put their hands all over each other, but when you’re the one doing it, it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Latinos are known for their Latin Lovah personalities, so Mario has no qualms with grabbing hand (or my my butt, for that matter) or pecking my cheek in public. Hell, on our second date, we made out on a full dance floor while reggae music pulsed around us. He doesn’t care that others can see his affection for me because he has nothing to hide because he likes me. His inhibition may be my favorite thing about him.

 

Mario and I are different in many other ways, too, and learning something new and exploring someone else’s way of life is exhilarating.

P.S. Food is another huge cultural different – check back on another blog post for more on that!

Miss C.

It has been about a year since I made the decision not to teach, quite a big claim from someone who’s spent over $100,000 getting two degrees in education. Since August, I’ve been asked many times if I miss teaching and if I’ll ever go back, and, surprisingly I’ve had rare moments where I truly find myself missing being a teacher. Usually these moments come when I get emails from my Hong Kong kiddos telling me how much they miss me. Check out this one that I got recently:

Dear Miss. C. I miss you very much. How are you in America? What is your job now? I can’t believe that I am going to camp next Wednesday. I am going to Cheung Chau. I am going to bike, indoor climbing, Night hike and morning hike, and we are going to BBQ in the evening.

Hope you will have a wonderful night and day.

Sherry

and

hayy miss c, How’s America??? I miss u for bing the best teacher EVER!!! We still talk about you!! 🙂 Do you still remember me?? [he inserts his full name here] heres a pic LOLZ!!! Send me a email soon plz plz plzzzz!!! Thanks, Bye (P.S. Please don’t judge my teaching skills from the terrible grammar and spelling!)

A very big part of me misses my students and misses having kids to take care of and love me back. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy my job now, but I definitely wish I had more of a chance to work with students. That’s why I’d really like to find a volunteer position working with kids. Next week, I’m also taking a yoga teacher training to work with kids – exciting!

So, to answer those aforementioned questions: no, I don’t really miss teaching all that much, and maybe someday I’ll go back to the classroom. But, for now, I’ll be perfectly content working for my job planning programs for 85,000 girls to enjoy.

#1 Learning the Language

This is my first post in a series of exposés regarding the trials and tribulations of a white girl and a Hispanic boy falling in love.

 
 
#1 Learning the Language
Mario was born in Ecuador, and until the age of 19 he had little exposure to English. He did take English classes in school, but just like Americans take French with no real purpose for future use, Mario didn’t care much for the language. That is until he visited Chicago and fell in love with the Windy City, deciding to make it his future forever home. English not only became a necessity, it became a priority. Two years of English language classes, two college degrees later, and here Mario is an English language speaker, but very much still an English language learner.
 
 
Because of this, there have been multiple times that our conversations are “lost in translation”: “I love fuck music!” he said once.
“Um…While that’s great babe, I don’t really know what you mean…”
“You know, Mumford and Sons, The Lumineers, fuck music!”
“Ohhhh! Folk music!! Let’s practice the long o sound now,” I said through fits of laughter.
 
 
My other personal favorite is his affinity for hillbillies and the use of the word “hilla-billy” when he explains how much he loves tv shows about them.
 
 
And while these sayings are endearing in English, I’m certain that I won’t be quite so cute learning Spanish. Because Mario’s parents and his entire family speak Spanish, it would behoove me to begin the treacherous uphill battle of learning the language. I took French for 5 years, so I at least have a grasp of the Latin scheme, but I literally know 10 words in Spanish. Not much of a conversation can take place when hola, como estas, and gracias are the main phrases I can say with a Hispanic accent.
 
 
If this 3-month long relationship progresses into a full-blown affair, I will be meeting his parents this summer, hanging around his family often, and potentially having kids who’ll speak Espanol. That means, I better learn! So for now, it’s being taught a Spanish phrase a day from Mario, reading every sign I see in Spanish trying to match words in English, and beginning an online language course. It’ll be hard, but trying new things is what you do when you’re falling in love, right?

Biting My Tongue

On “Rock Center with Brian Williams” last week, Gabby Reece (the ever-famous volleyball player) was featured for the new book she wrote about her marriage. In it, she states that to make her marriage successful, she takes on the women’s role commonly thought of as old-fashioned: the subservient person fulfilling her husband’s and family’s needs. That includes the cleaning, cooking, organizing the household, etc. She claims that doing all of this without complaining makes their relationship stronger. Instead of arguing about who takes out the garbage, she just does it without being told. But does this make their partnership unequal? What role does her husband play in the relationship? Even if she doesn’t want to wash the dishes tonight, must she? How can she not complain all the freakin’ time?!

 

As a strong female who believes in both equality and chivalry, I have a very hard time believing that women should do everything. Why should I work all day, then come home and do all of the work for everyone else? What happened to pitching in so everyone is happy and everyone takes ownership of his or her belongings?

 

Because of this, I should have been incensed by the claims, though as I was watching, I was definitely intrigued. I am a strong female with a loud mouth who complains too much and is entirely too sensitive about everything. I’m selfish and want things to go my way because of course I’m right…always. Damn, I know this about myself and in the same token recognize the ill ways of my behavior. 

 

So, maybe I do need to become more receptive and submissive. Not that I should do everything for everyone, but to benefit me in the long run, I could bite my tongue when I’m told to do something or given criticism. I’m not proposing that I don an apron and slather duct tape over my mouth, but maybe being quiet every once in a while would help me to chill out (yes, it’s been 4 months since I made my New Year’s resolution and I’m still figuring that out!). Wouldn’t it be great if I was less temperamental and more passive? Wouldn’t people like being around me more? Might I get into fewer arguments with my mom and my boyfriend if I just shut up every so often?

 

So while I’ll never act like or be someone’s servant, maybe I can be more contemplative in order to see not only a change in myself but in how I treat others and how others respond to me. 

 

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/mobileweb/2013/04/13/gabrielle-reece-laird-hamilton_n_3071594.html

Smitten with Chicago

I really wanted to love Ottawa, but then I met Hong Kong with whom I had a 2-year love affair. I was then introduced to Chicago and I’m smitten, primed to fall in love. 

 

Despite having an amazing apartment, the best job ever, and fun friends (albeit, all married which is great for them, but bad for my single mojo), I just couldn’t fall for Ottawa the way I’d hoped. Seriously, my life would have been so much easier if only I’d just fallen in love with that town. It would’ve saved me a whole lotta time/money in across-the-world flights and sadness with being away from my family, but it would’ve cost me a whole lot more in life experience to have stayed with Ottawa. 

 

Thankfully, I didn’t fall in love with that small town; thankfully, I met Hong Kong.  It began as a tumultuous love affair with me getting lost every day, not finding friends quickly, and living 8,000 miles away from everyone who was important in my life. But after a brief state of anxiety, I fell hard and fast in love with the Asian city. One of my longest relationships to date, Hong Kong was good to me, helping me to meet lifelong friends, showing me how to travel the world, and finally introducing me to its American friend, Chicago.

 

Now, Chicago and I only just met last November, but I can already tell it’s going to be love. With its interesting job, friends new and old, and attractive men, I think I might just in fact be smitten.  I know it’s an early conclusion to draw, but I might’ve found the one to be with forever in wedded bliss. 

Taking Chicagoland by storm…one date, one yoga class, one salsa lesson, one blog post, one trip, one drink, one meal, one new friendship at a time.