Flashback Series: La Pura Vida

A saying as ubiquitous as 'Hakuna Matata', 'Pura Vida' (pure life) is a common phrase that Costa Ricans, or Ticos, use as a greeting, a goodbye, or just when they feel like saying it. My time in Chilamate, Costa Rica, was about as close to living 'la pura vida' as I could get. I had a simple room surrounded by nature and wildlife, I had a place to be everyday with people I enjoyed working with, I went to bed early and woke up with the sun (the roosters gave me no choice on that one), I ate fresh local food, and in my free time I was Internet-free, which meant I could read, write, and relax at my leisure. I even had access to a hammock.

The Sarapiqui Conservation and Learning Center, where I chose to spend my time for a month, was a fantastic experience, and everything I could have ever wanted from a volunteer trip. I  knew I’d end up in Costa Rica for the family trip at the time I wanted to volunteer, so I began looking for opportunities in Costa Rica. I ended up finding the SCLC on a website resource, and contacted the volunteer coordinator almost a year in advance. Everything went through, I booked my plane ticket, and I was set for a month of working in rural Costa Rica, while living with a host family. Originally my intention was to work as an assistant English teacher, since the Center offers community English classes, but as the time grew closer the coordinator contacted me and said I would be needed more in the tourism department, as March was a busy month for the Center. I had no idea what that meant, but figured I should be up for anything, and either way I’d be learning something.

The Sarapiqui River

Sarapiqui is the area surrounding the Sarapiqui River, and Chilamate is the very small little community area where my house and the Center were actually located within Sarapiqui. The area falls under what is called the MesoAmerican Biological Corridor, an area that extends from Mexico throughout Central America, which has been designated to protect certain endangered species.The Center’s Mission Statement is as follows: “The SCLC focuses its efforts in four areas — environmental education, community development, conservation, and tourism — in order to help form future environmental leaders, raise the organizational capacity of local communities, promote sustainable land use, and connect tourists to the local community.” 

Rosy's house - my cabina is directly to the left . 

I didn’t really know what that meant in terms of how I would be put to work, but I found out on my very first weekend in Chilamate. After saying goodbye to my family in San Jose, I took a very overpriced taxi to the Caribbean Bus Terminal, where buses travel east towards the Caribbean Coast, and I caught my bus for Puerto Viejo, about two hours from the capital. I was greeted at the terminal by Yazmin, the volunteer coordinator whom I’d been corresponding with, and Jasmin, another long term volunteer. The short term volunteers (like me) paid for their own accommodation with a host family, while the long term volunteers received room and board for free, provided they stay for a minimum of six months. Yazmin had purposely wanted me to arrive on a Friday so that I’d have the weekend to settle in, so that evening I was taken to my ‘cabina,’ which was just one room with a bathroom attached (luxury compared to sharing hostel dorm rooms!) and introduced to my host mom Rosy, and her three sons – for more pictures see the Welcome to Chilamate post. After dinner, some chatting (I put my rusty Spanish to use and apologized profusely for all of my mistakes), and some organizing in my cabina I was ready for bed, and glad for the alone time I’d be getting in the mornings and evenings after six weeks of traveling with people and staying in hostels.  

The next morning I was taken to the Center, just a ten minute walk down the road, by Cena and Sarah, two other long term Canadian volunteers who lived just a few feet away from my cabina. Cena was in charge of the Saturday morning English classes for kids, so she brought me along so that I could observe and help out if needed. This is the Center: the lower level had a large classroom and the library, while the upstairs had three offices and another classroom. The volunteers could do their work in the volunteer office upstairs or the library, but most of us preferred to work here: 

"Welcome to The Office"

The classes were fun, I was thrilled with the selection of English books in the library, and the Center was perfectly situated along the beautiful Sarapiqui River, with sounds of tropical bugs, birds, and even the occasional howler monkey in the air. I knew I was going to like it there. That night we had a bit of a get together, and I was able to meet the rest of the volunteers and some of the community members. That Sunday I was taken to a local peppercorn farm, where I learned about the ‘tourism’ aspect of the Center. Basically, the SCLC is on the property of the Selva Verde Lodge, a popular destination for nature and birdwatching buffs. Through the Lodge the guests can book tours (or they stop at Selva Verde within their tours of Costa Rica) to learn more about the local community, such as taking cooking classes, taking Latin dance classes, visiting the peppercorn farm, or listening to a 'charla' (chat) about life in the community. Sarapiqui is one of the poorest counties in Costa Rica, and the way of life is still very rural and agrarian based in some of the nearby communities.

This is where your pepper comes from! 

That's where the SCLC volunteers come in. We act as facilitators between the tourists and the community members, which usually involves some form of translating, some group leadership, and keeping the tour running smoothly. Here is a picture of Justine, a French SCLC

volunteer, acting as a translator for the tourists and Mazarella, the owner of the peppercorn farm. She not only translates what Mazarella explains, but she translates questions between the tourists and Mazarella. The tour was very interesting, but a little worrying for me, because I knew that was what I would have to be doing once Justine left shortly after I arrived. I ended up not having to do the peppercorn farm tour, but I did take over as the 'community talk' translator - it was an excellent challenge for me in terms of putting my Spanish to use, and the tourists were so appreciative and eager to learn more about life in Costa Rica. For the following week or so I observed the tours and chats while taking notes, so that once Justine left I'd be ready.

The volunteers were generally expected at the Center from 9-5, and we all rotated reception duty and kitchen duty throughout the week. The Center bought their local fruits and vegetables from a vendor on Monday mornings, which would last us the week, and then whoever was on cooking duty for lunch was just encouraged to ‘be creative’ and whip something up with what we had. If we needed basic ingredients, we'd phone the little convenient store down the road to deliver to us. Unfortunately there was no local take out to rely on if we screwed up. Luckily we were all up to the challenge and produced masterful, elaborate dishes that should have been featured on a TV show.

My lovely little library. 

Aside from becoming the next Master Chefs, if there wasn’t a tour group or activity booked,  we usually had a lot of down time during which we were responsible for keeping ourselves busy with work or helping out with random odd jobs at the Center. If you were on reception duty, you sat at the desk and answered phone calls (a little scary if you encountered a rapid-fire Spanish speaker), and kept an eye on the kids who signed themselves in to use the Center's computers. We also had weekly staff meetings once a week, where we all updated each other on the progress of our current projects.

Sometimes in the evenings I either subbed or just stopped in for observation and for fun at some of the adult evening English classes. I was permitted to teach a lesson or two, and enjoyed being an extra English teacher to circulate and help students with questions. It was great to be a teacher again, even for a short while. With the rest of my time, I worked on making a tree guide for a reforestation activity (I’ll explain that in a minute), brushing up on my Spanish, and organizing the library. The library was a really fun project for me to work on, and I was able to see it most of it through to the end. 

Here is a little more about the library's history, posted on the Center's website: 

"The Sarapiqui Conservation and Learning Center was originally founded in 1993 as a local community library, with the vision to offer educational opportunities to the neighboring area youth. Twenty years later, the library is still a thriving center that boasts a variety of fiction and nonfiction genres and titles in Spanish and English for all ages, from children and young adult readers to adults. Computers are also available for homework help and other resources."

After our seed collecting reconnaissance for the tour.
L-R Me, Caitlin, Jasmin, Yazmin, and Max.

So now that I’ve covered a little about the community development (English classes and community tours), the tourism (peppercorm farm tour, community chat, etc), let’s move onto the environmental education and conservation. One of my main projects, along with Max, another short term volunteer, and Yazmin, was to organize and implement a new reforestation tour, using actual seeds and seedlings found on the grounds near the Center and the Selva Verde Lodge. With the help of one the Lodge’s nature guys, Ivan, we identified four main types of trees and seeds throughout the property, and made a plan to split the students (from the tour group who had booked the project) into four groups to actually collect the seeds, bring them back to the Center,  and get them ready for planting. In the afternoon the same students helped plant other seedlings at a local farm, to help reforest the area. It was a pretty fun project to work on from start to finish, and I’m glad I had a hand in helping out with it.

School painting.

River cleanup trip.

Two other activities I had fun helping with were a school painting activity with a group of high schoolers from the East Coast and a river rafting cleanup tour, when some of the local rafting guides took us down the river with the intention to stop and pick up trash on the bank along the way. There actually wasn’t that much trash, so we just had a fun morning on the river together. Most of the school tour groups (why March was such a busy month for the Center, due to all of the school groups who traveled to Costa Rica on their spring breaks for a volunteer trip) who participated in some of the community projects usually ended up doing a river rafting trip.

And last, to round out the summary of my experience in Chilamate, I have to talk about my time outside of the Center. Usually in the evenings I’d stay to use the Internet or Skype, then by 6 I’d head back to Rosy’s for dinner, as the sun was setting. After dinner and hanging out with the family for a little bit, I’d head to my cabina to read, maybe watch a TV episode or two on my computer, and sleep early. On the weekends, if there wasn’t a tour or activity booked, I’d have my own free time. If it was sunny, I’d lay out by the pool at the Selva Verde Lodge, read in Yazmin or Cena/Sarah’s hammock, or head to the Center to use the Internet or read. I remember feeling a little guilty for sitting in the sun and reading my book with Cena and Sarah instead of doing something active outside on some of the beautifully sunny weekend days we had, but as Cena put it: "lots of people from our countries pay hundreds of dollars to come to a place like this and do exactly what we're doing. We get to do it for free!" I felt less guilty after that. 

We ended up having a party every other weekend: the first on the weekend I arrived at the Center, the next a birthday party, and the last a multi-occasion goodbye/birthday/engagement celebration/vacation party. They all consisted of hanging out together, having some adult beverages, and ending up at the local karaoke bar across the street. It was good, old-fashioned fun with the volunteers and some of our local friends, which involved a fun mix of Spanish and English, North American and Costa Rican food, and Spanish and English dance music. The multi-celebration party was thrown by one of the volunteer’s host moms, which started out as a dinner party, turned into a clear-the-tables-and-dance party. It was one of my last days in Chilamate, and it was the best way to spend it before having to say goodbye. We had a fun group of volunteers who all worked well together, and we were surrounded by so many welcoming community members. I couldn’t have asked for a better experience, and hope someday I can return to say hello and revisit some of my favorite places. 

I once tried to work out in my head just how many people in the local community are affected and helped by the Center and its efforts. Allow me to share my thoughts with you. For starters, there are all of the host families who receive an income from the short term volunteers who pay them for room and board. Then there are all of the little local establishments such as the convenient store, the grocery store, the buses, and the karaoke bar that benefited from the volunteers living in the area and spending a little money here and there. Next, the fruit and vegetable vendor, the maintenance man, the convenient store, the delivery boy, the Internet cable company, the electric and gas company, and I’m sure a few others received an income from the Center staying open and running smoothly. All of the English students learned a skill that could potentially help them find a tourism job, the Lodge was busier because of the tourists who booked tours that the Center put on, the whitewater rafting company received more tours from the school group tours who came to the Center, there was a local women’s group who sold their handicrafts at the Center, the children who came to the Saturday classes learned English, some of the kids who came to use the computer received homework help or had fun with the computer games.  Last, the community members who did the talks, hosted tours at their farms, led the dance lessons, led the cooking lessons, and helped with the community service projects received an income from the tourist money. I’m so proud to have been a small part of these incredible efforts to help improve and sustain the community members of Chilamate and the surrounding area. I learned so much, improved my Spanish, had fun, helped others, made new friends, and, most importantly, embraced ‘la pura vida.’ 

Welcome to Chilamate

Hey everyone,

I hope you’re all doing well and staying warm! I’m writing from Chilamate, Costa Rica, where I have spent the past month as a volunteer for the Sarapiqui Conservation Learning Center. I arrived at the beginning of March, after a five week trip through South America, then a wonderful week vacationing on the west coast of Costa Rica with my family. Here in Chilamate I have spent the past month living with a family, working at the center, and learning more about life in the rainforest than I ever thought I would. It’s been a fantastic experience, through which I’ve improved my Spanish, made new friends, and embraced “la pura vida,” (pure life) as they say here in Costa Rica.

Before I catch you up on the past few months, I’ll let you know what’s coming up next. I return to Minnesota next Tuesday, where my stepdad Brent will be graciously waiting to pick me up around midnight. (Thanks again Brent!) From there I’ll be spending a week in the Cities, to attend one of my best friend’s weddings and catch up with some other friends. After that, I take off for New York City to visit an old friend and tour some potential graduate schools. From New York I’ll be leaving the country once again to explore South Africa for a couple of months. This will be the final stop in my around-the-world trip, as I return to Minnesota in early July to enjoy the summer at home, then I’ll head back out into the working world. Where will I be teaching next? That’s to be determined – as of now I have two potential locations; both will start this fall and will finish in May, leaving me a free summer before returning to the States to begin graduate school. Provided I get in somewhere, of course. Fingers crossed. I should find out any day now about the teaching job.

So that’s my life. A little crazy, yes, but all I can hope is that I continue to make the most of my opportunities and appreciate each new day, no matter what it brings.

So what does a new day bring in Chilamate, Costa Rica? It typically starts around 6 AM, when the sun is already up and the roosters right outside my door start crowing. After lazing in bed for a little while I get up and get ready – I try to go running if the weather allows it, but more often than not it’s been raining in the mornings. After taking my shower (only cold water) and getting dressed in my little cabina (pictured – basically a room with a bathroom included, in the other picture I'm the door on the left) I head over to Rosy’s house for breakfast.

Meet Rosy, my host mom. She is always full of energy, smiling, and usually found singing around the house. The past two months she has been pretty occupied by…Baby. His name is Gael, but we all call him Baby. Every morning it is essential that we have Baby time, even if it is just sitting on the bed and staring at him. He is just far too adorable not to. Rosie has two other teenage sons that live with her, Kenneth and Pancho, but they are either sleeping or at school by the time I go to breakfast, so I usually see them in the evenings. This is how they typically spend their time when I see them. 

 Breakfast is always gallo pinto, the typical Costa Rican dish of black beans, rice, onions, and spices. Not quite like our typical Fruit Loops and Cocoa Puffs, but this breakfast is delicious, and usually accompanied by the local white cheese – very soft and mild. Rosie always has a pot of strong, delicious, Costa Rican coffee brewed for us in the morning as well. Meet Yazmin (left), my next door neighbor, fellow coworker at the Center, and other occupant at Rosy’s house. The three of us (plus Baby) usually enjoy our breakfast and coffee in a mixture of Spanish and English. That baby will be bilingual before he knows it.

The Center opens every day at 9 AM, where there are about seven of us working on a daily basis. It is just a ten minute walk down from the little neighborhood where I and most of the other volunteers live. There are four long term volunteers, two short term volunteers, the director, and Yazmin, the volunteer coordinator. Two are from Canada, five from the States, and one is from Germany.  We make a very nice and multinational team.

I’ll write more about the Center and its specific role in the community later, so for now all you need to know is that some days are busier than others, and I am usually at liberty to choose what I want to work on each day, depending on what needs to be done when. For the past two weeks my project has been working on organizing the library, which has been fun and manageable to do as a short term volunteer. If you remember, I originally came with the intention to work as an ESL volunteer, but when I arrived it turned out there were already three long term volunteer ESL teachers, so because March is a busy month for eco-tourism at the Center, I ended up helping with more of the tourism activities and adopted the library project.

 

So, between the library, the occasional cooking duty (terrifying), reception desk duty, general cleaning up and maintenance, weekly staff meetings, and tourism activities, I manage to keep myself busy at the Center. After the Center closes at 5, I usually stay a little later to do some Internet work or Skype, and sometimes stop in to observe and help out with the evening adult English classes. We are encouraged to return to our homes before dark, which happens around 6 PM. My evenings consist of eating dinner at Rosy’s, then spending a couple of hours reading books, catching up on my long lost American TV shows, and relaxing before an early bedtime – I’m usually under the covers by 9 PM. Early to bed, early to rise, and so begins another day in Chilamate. I'll be sad to leave this little place I've called home for the past few weeks!

So now let me take you back a few months to when I first left home in January – I’ve finally gotten my act together and can share my experiences with you over the next few weeks. First stop: Ecuador and Peru.