Showing posts with label posadas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label posadas. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Visitors!! (Parte 2: Encarnación, Posadas y Iguazú)

When we got to the house, Maria Jose told me that they had 20 girls participating in a retreat.
“20?” I asked. “I thought there were only supposed to be 8.”
“So did we.” she said.

Regardless of the commotion, it was a great welcome, and it gave Mom and Grandma some great practice with the greeting custom of Paraguay and Argentina with a kiss on both cheeks. The next day was a day of rest and laundry (Grandma and Mom got to see how I dry my clothes with the help of a space heater), but were able to zip over to Posadas to meet the sisters there and to see the Cathedral.

Tuesday we headed to Iguazú and my stomach troubles and sickness began. I’m starting to doubt the “potableness” of the “agua potable” since I felt miserable for the next 3 days and the water is the only thing we can really think of; however, I'm willing to give it another try because I hate missing out on the fresh squeezed fruit juices at lunch and dinner. 

Currently, Argentina is one hour ahead of Paraguay. Something I forgot as we tried to purchase our bus tickets at the terminal in Posadas causing me to ask not one, but two people, if we could take buses that had already left. As I looked down at my watch and saw 11:40 (12:40 Argentina time) I though great, we’ll take the 12:00 bus. When I went to the first stand and asked, the lady looked at me a little funny and just said, “No, but you can take the 1:00.” I didn’t feel like waiting an hour, so I went to another one and asked, is it too late to take the 11:45 bus (when it’s actually 12:40) not knowing if 5 minutes was too soon. The guy simply laughed and said, “Yeah, it’s too late.” So, we went back to the first one, bought tickets for 1 p.m. and sat down. Shortly after, Grandma said, “Isn’t Argentina a different time then Paraguay?” Thank God! By this time my watch said 11:55 (really 12:55) and about 5 minutes before our bus actually left. We made it in time, and Grandma saved the day!

In Iguazú, Grandma and Mom had their first hostel experience. I know they didn’t love it (and to be honest, I was doubting it as well on our first day/night when people were still playing the guitar at 2 a.m.) but it got better (especially after they fixed the hot water in our showe), and they handled it like champs.

Showing off our backpack packing skills.

Our experience at the falls was very different from mine and Caitlin’s since Argentina schools have their winter holiday for two weeks in July. The first day (and my only day due to sickness) at the falls we were only able to see La Garganta del Diablo or The Devil’s Throat—the largest and most impressive waterfalls in the park—because of the crowds. Not kidding, we waited in line for 3 and half hours. It was worth it though, and Grandma was nice enough to let me rest my head on her shoulder while standing in line.










For me, day two in Iguazú was spent in my bunk bed. Since I’ve already seen the falls we decided that it would be best for me to get some rest. Luckily, Mom and Grandma still had a great day at the park, and Mom got to practice some more of her Spanglish. The next day we headed back to Encarnación. It sure felt good to be home.




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Visitors!! (Parte 1: Asunción y Circuito de Oro)

I haven’t posted in a while, but I’ve got a pretty good excuse. I had visitors! My mom and Grandma came to Paraguay for a little over two weeks to get a glimpse of my life here as well as to see some of the history of Paraguay. It was an amazing trip, and I couldn’t be more grateful for their visit.

My part of the trip began about 3 weeks ago when I left for Asunción via La Encarnacena (bus) at noon. I arrived in Asunción a little after 6 p.m. with our hotel address in hand. Unfortunately even with the address the driver still had no idea where it was, so he stopped to ask two people and called/texted others while driving to find out. I’m positive we didn’t take the most direct route, but I made it and survived. Cab drivers in Asunción are crazy, and texting while driving is nowhere close to the worst part. There were several times during this trip where we felt sure that we were going to be in an accident, but somehow scathed by with nothing.

Our hotel, Hotel Royal Gardens, was a pleasant surprise, nothing  fancy, but super cute, and the front desk staff was extremely nice. They let me ride with them to the airport to pick up mom and grandma, and the owner was a really interesting guy. I’m pretty sure he said he was American (sounded like a very native Spanish speaker to me) or at least he lived in the US for at least 30 years (working in the casino and beauty shop businesses), lived in London for 5 years and has lived in Paraguay for the last 30 years although he. He said my Spanish was pretty good, but I’m sure I made him eat his words quite a few times during the next few days.

Our first day, we visited Caacupé (Caw-koo-pay), the spiritual capital of Paraguay.  The legend of Caacupé goes that there was a native named José who lived in the Franciscan Reduction of Tobatí and was being hunted by natives from another tribe in the forest. As he was hiding he made a promise to Mary that if his life was saved he would carve a statue of the Virgin from the wood of the tree he was hiding behind. When his life was spared, he carved two identical virgins (one for the church in Tobatí and another for his personal worship). The larger statue remains in the church at Tobatí and the smaller one can be found in the basilica in Caacupé. The feast day of the Virgen of Caacupé is celebrated on December 8, the same as the Immaculate Conception, and around one million people travel to the basilica to make the pilgrimage some walking all the way from Asunción.

One would think that a bus that says Caacupé on the top goes to Caacupé and stops. And that's where you'd be wrong…As we were on the bus I saw a sign that said Caacupé and something about the basilica. Being a novice Paraguayan bus rider at this point, I figured that we would be stopping at some sort of terminal. We continued to ride the bus out of town ( probably for at least 5 or 10 more minutes) with all of us thinking we must just be making some sort of loop before coming back to the city center. As I start to look around and make eye contact with the bus driver, he kindly told me that yes, we had indeed passed Caacupé and needed to get off to take another bus. Oops! On our way back to Caacupé we got on one of the most crowded buses I’ve ever been on. Mom was standing right next to the door, which the driver didn’t close because he either thought he couldn’t or didn’t want to stifle the bus more than it already was. So, when at the next stop there were three people waiting I thought no way. However, the driver summoned them on. He finally drew the line when a man with a huge basket of Chipa tried to get on. Thank goodness. At this point I’m pretty sure mom was practically sitting on his shoulder.

Mom & Grandma's first of many Paraguaany bus rides.
 The basilica was beautiful, and I’m pretty sure we spent more time there than the average person, partly because I read/translated all of the signs (with the help of my dictionary) and story of the Virgin that was depicted and told as we climbed the stairs to the rotunda, and I am unfortunately not quite as fast as Google Translate.

The basilica at Caacupé.
 


The stained glass window depicting the story of the Virgen de Caacupe.

One of the images on the way up to the rotunda explaining the story.

View from the rooftop.


We also stopped by a small chapel and well, the Tupãsý Ykuá óé, where the water is supposed to have healing qualities.




Day two began at the U.S. Embassy because I needed to add pages to my passport. It was nothing what I expected and to be honest a letdown. I didn’t even talk to a single American! The two people that helped me were Paraguayan contractors and though they spoke English, it just wasn’t the same. There was however, a very American U.S. citizen (that we assume was married to a Paraguayan) wearing a Pittsburgh Steelers  sweatshirt and baseball cap. Upon walking into the embassy he said, “Man it really sucks when you don’t see George W. Bush’s photo on the wall,” as he saw the photo of President Obama. Later, his wife told him in Spanish to get number. His reply, “I got my numero.” Spanglish in its truest form. They both obviously understood everything the other was saying, but each spoke pretty much in their native tongue. Loved it. I wasn’t allowed to take photos of the embassy even from the street, although I did quickly snap one which led to some finger shaking from the (Paraguayan) guards. Regardless of the letdown, I now have 26 more pages to fill! However, I’m pretty sure people are scared to stamp them because so far they’ve just looked at them and then squeezed stamps onto other pages that in my opinion are already full.


From the embassy we hopped on a city bus and headed downtown to see the sights. We stopped by the Plaza Uruguaya first, and then moved onto the Estación de Ferrocarril (the old train station), the Plaza de los Héroes for souvenirs, the Panteón, the Casa de la Independencia museum, Manzana de la Rivera museum, Palacio de Lopez, Plaza de Marzo Paraguayo, Cabildo, the Cathedral and then to the same restaurant where Caitlin and I went the last time we were in Asunción for a delicious lunch. My first Caesar salad in 6 months, and it was great! After lunch we headed a little bit outside the city center and stopped by La Encarnación Church. From there we continued to walk even further to find the Jesuit Cristo Rey Church. After much walking and only finding the school, I made the executive decision to head back to the hotel for a much needed dinner (a girl with limited Spanish can only translate and ask questions to strangers for so long). We hopped on a city bus again and made it back to the hotel in one piece, although a nice lady did tell Grandma to hide her gold cross necklace because someone might try to yank it off—a little reality check for Mom and Grandma. I think one of the things I’m most proud of from our trip is our ability to master public transit and the crowded buses of Asunción. It is no small feat, and considering my guide book only mentions specific buses to take for the airport we were amazing. With no signs or vocal indications of where you’re arriving and having my space invaded on a constant basis we did good.






Our hotel was in a nice quiet neighborhood, Las Carmelitas, (an American consulate and French consulate lived a few houses down) and it was close to the newer (and nicer) part of Asunción. If you only saw that part you wouldn’t even know you were in Paraguay, not what I was expecting, but we headed to a Mexican restaurant and although the Paraguayan take on Mexican food is different from what I experienced in New Mexico and definitely from the TexMex we call Mexican in the rest of the States it was delicious. And, our margarita was the perfect way to top off the night.

Day three we headed to Luque, Itá and Yaguarón. Luque is known for harps, guitars and silver filigree. It was a cute town with a picturesque church. I introduced Mom and Grandma to Amandau too, a Paraguayan ice cream chain, that I and the sisters frequent.




From Luque (after asking at least five different people including another bus driver) we hopped on the most crowded bus I’ve ever been on (people were literally hanging out the door) to Itá. After about 20 minutes Mom and Grandma were able to score some seats, but I had to stand for the remaining 20 minutes. Luckily though, I met a young girl, Joanna, who I had a great conversation with and who helped us know when it was time to get off. We learned our lesson in Caacupé. Our visit to Itá was short (it’s known for its ceramic pottery), mainly just to see the church that is dedicated to Saint Blaise. However, once we got to the church we realized there was a funeral going on so we snapped a few pictures of the outside and headed back to catch another bus.

It was a quick ride to Yaguarón, in comparison, and I struck up another conversation with someone to ensure that we got off at the right spot. The church in Yaguarón is definitely the main attraction and rightly so. It is beautiful. It is the original church from the Franciscan Reductions that were founded around 1586. The church was restored in the 1880s and again in the 20th century. The wood carvings and painted ceilings are impressive to say the least. It was by far my favorite church that we saw.



Sunday we headed to Encarnación after doing the day’s readings in our hotel by ourselves as we were unsuccessful in finding a nearby church that was having Mass. Masstimes.org isn’t quite as up-to-date in Paraguay as in the U.S. and we learned that unlike in the U.S. where most churches post Mass times outside it’s not always the custom in Paraguay.

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Monday, December 19, 2011

Hasta Luego Albuquerque & Feliz Navidad!


My time in Albuquerque has flown by. It definitely does not feel like it’s been six weeks. Although there have been some struggles, homesickness and growing moments, I’ve had a truly amazing time here and have met some wonderful new friends. But, I am definitely excited to be going home for Christmas for two weeks and to ring in the New Year with my family. I think this is the most excited I have ever been to go back to Missouri.

Since I’ve been slacking on the blog posts this month, I’ll try to give a quick update of what’s been going on.

An “Emergency” at the VOICA House
Sr. Angela saved a bird. Although I’m sure some people won’t find this story interesting, I thought it was absolutely hilarious, and it shows you how amazingly kind this woman is. I was downstairs studying Spanish when I heard Sr. Angela yell down to me, “Hiliary come upstairs. We have an emergency!”After telling her that yes, I do like animals but I have no idea what to do to save this bird, Sr. Angela took action. She got a towel to keep it warm, water for it to drink, we watched over it from the window and she even  suggested that I go outside to keep it company because it was lonely. She also asked what I thought a veterinarian would do. So, I thought about my father and the other veterinarians that I have met. My answer, " absolutely nothing. " Luckly, after about 10 minutes of shock the bird was off and ready to go. Thank goodness, because I definitely wasn't ready to put together a funeral.



Our Lady of Guadalupe
On December 12, Catholics celebrate the feast day of Our Lady of Guadalupe, when Mary appeared to Saint Juan Diego near present day Mexico City, Mexico in 1531. Our Lady of Guadalupe is the patroness of the Americas and highly revered and celebrated in Mexico. Here’s a very short version of the story if you’re not familiar with it. According to the Archdiocese of Mexico, more than 8 million people make the pilgrimage to the Basilica of Guadalupe each year during the months leading up to the feast day and on the feast day itself. Because there is an incredibly large Hispanic population in the Southwest, there is a huge celebration here in New Mexico. Below are some images of the native dancers at the Mass at San Jose on the Sunday before the feast of our Lady of Guadalupe.


The dancers performing outside the church before Mass.
The mini dancer!

Inside the church performing at the end of Mass.

Sr. Marisa: Hero of the Week (Héroe de la Semana)
Each week the local Univision television station (Spanish) in Albuquerque chooses a Hero of the Week. Sister Marisa (or Hermana Marisa in Spanish) was nominated by the Catechism director at San José and was featured as last week’s Hero of the Week. She truly deserves it! And, I made the background footage!





Las Posadas
Las Posadas is a nine day celebration commemorating Mary and Joseph’s search to find a room in Bethlehem. Here in New Mexico and in other large Hispanic communities, Mexico, parts of Central America, Colombia, Venezuela, and Ecuador it is tradition to hold Posadas beginning December 16 and ending December 24. Typically, different families in a neighborhood will take turns scheduling a night for the Posada to be held at their home, starting on the 16th of December and finishing on the 24th. Every home has a nativity scene, and the family hosting the Posada acts as the innkeepers. The neighborhood children and adults go from house to house, holding candles and singing a traditional song about Mary and Joseph searching for lodging. At one house after the other, they are turned away (also in song), until the weary travelers reach the designated site for the party, where Mary and Joseph are finally recognized and allowed to enter. In our young adult group at San José we reenacted the Posadas on Wednesday and ended with a piñata and fiesta full of delicious foods and new candy!

My candle for the Posadas.

During our Posadas for the Young Adult Group at San Jose.
The piñata. It was definitely a lot more difficult than I remember for birthday parties as a child. There were guys on the roof holding the piñata and moving it around while people tried to hit it.

Inside my goody bag.

Tamarind flavored candy. I wouldn't say it  compares to Starburst or M&M's, but it was pretty good!

Christmas Plays
Nearly every night this week there was a some sort of Christmas play and/or party. I'm definitely not complaining about it. I had a blast. Below are some pictures from the plays at San José along with a few from the Christmas pageant for Saint Mary’s, the school where Sister Kay works.

The cast of the play put on by the older members of the youth group at San Jose.
Play put on by the Catechism teachers at San Jose. I absolutely loved the clouds!
Sr. Marisa talking to the Catechism students at San Jose.
The adorable cakes someone in our Kindergarten class brought in for the Christmas party.
Christina with our kindergarten students.
The pageant at St. Mary's School.
Christmas Pageant at St. Mary's School.