Wednesday, July 21, 2010

English Winter Camp - Pucón

These kids bring out the goofy in me. They give me the chance to make funny noises, weird faces, and dance to nonexistent music without me feeling like a total insane-in-the-membrane weirdo. I like it.
I'm at camp. And here's a first for me: I'm the counselor! It's English Winter Camp in Pucón, Chile. There are many other week-long camps throughout the country with motivated Chilean kids who want to use/learn the English. They like-uh the English.



I made my way from Angol to Pucón on Sunday. The mini-bus hit a bump in the road and jolted me awake to an eye-opening view of Volcano Villarrica. The snow covered body of the colossal, conical composite volcano dominated the heavens more than the sky itself. In May, I conquered a 5-hour summit hike to the crater where I saw things I've never seen before. (Click on May in the blog archive for full story).

Having never been a camp counselor before, I wasn't really sure what to expect. But with my time spent here in Chile, I've learned to keep an open mind and also to keep the toilet paper out of the toilet (they just throw it in a little trashcan beside the toilet here. and no it doesn't smell, suprisingly).

The camp was held at a high school called Liceo Hoteleria y Turismo. Staring outside its front doors, you can see incredible snow covered mountains. The back patio offers a view of Volcano Villarrica. It. was. awesome!


•looking out front


•view of volcano villarrica out back


The kids at camp were just phenomenal! Their English was very impressive and I could actually hold conversations with them. Plus, I gotta give props to kids who would sacrifice their winter break to be at a language camp!

We played games, sang songs, scavenge hunted for things in the city, and found gringo tourists walking around and bothered them with questions. We learned the song "Waving Flag", that World Cup song that has been absolutely overplayed and will soon be forgotten.

About 40 kids attended the camp and all were super! They actually listened to me!
We split the kids up into 4 groups.. 10 for each counselor. I had Team Tigers, Chris had Panthers, Hillary was with the Wolves, and Katie had Scorpions.
Each team had a chant and we had competitions between the groups for to win points. My awesome lazy tigers came in last place at the end of the week, but no importa. We went out with style.

•the counselors: hillary.me.chris.katie

I liked it when the kids would get excited about an activity as simple as making a poster. I liked it when the they would attempt to speak English to me. I annoying liked it when the girls would steal my hat and gloves. I liked it when the guys fought over what lunch soccer team they wanted me to play on. I liked the sight of snow on the mountains. I liked making fires in our cabin's small chimney. I liked singing Christmas songs. It was a great week.

The food that they fed the counselors for dinner was incredible, too! Alvaro, a chef that is also a professor at the school, cooked us exquisite dinners like salmon, steak, and pasta (gourmet style). It was frickin' delicious!

On Saturday, we ended the week with a Talent Show where the kids performed dances, songs and stories. It was hilarious and extremely entertaining. You just had to be there.

Truth is, I will probably never see those kids ever again. But what's important is that we had as much fun as possible with the time we had together. The majority of the connections that we make when we're young are temporary. I've learned to appreciate moments. If you don't acknowledge the importance of the moments you share with those special to you, your time will pass by much quicker than you would like.

Click HERE for a video of some pictures during the week






Friday, July 16, 2010

A July Winter Vacation

It's winter break in July! My world has been turned upside down and Summer is on the other side of the world.
It was late last Thursday, and I was sitting down on a cold bus station bench with Fernanda. Feña is an incredibly cute, but fierce, Chilena that I met a couple months ago at a bar where we danced until the lower single digit hours of the morning. We've been dating recently and she's great, but things are complicated and I won't get into it here. I hopped on the 11pm bus to Santiago with my gringo compañero Johnny from Minnesota. I was sleepy, but Don't Mess with The Zohan was showing so I laughed myself to sleep by watching the whole movie. Oh, Adam Sandler.

On Friday, after an incredible cup of real coffee (not that nescafe crap), Johnny Minnesota and I went for a walk with his Aunt's dog, Canella. The cool morning air was not the familiar bitter freeze that I know so well in Angol. It was a gorgeous day and I could see the enormous Andes Mountains that surround Santiago. We were lucky to catch a glimpse of the range in the distance before an awful smog settled in around 11 that morning.


•View of the Andes from barrio Ñuñoa in Santiago

That evening, the English Opens Doors program held a ceremony for those volunteers that completed the first semester and will be returning home. I was glad that I was not one of those receiving a certificate. I imagined myself, though, shaking the director's hand and packing my bags for home. I imagined leaving my friends and my Chilean family. I imagined leaving my students and teachers at my school. I imagined leaving Fernanda. I saw myself dropping my bags on the kitchen tile at my Cumberland home and giving my parents a hug like never before. I pictured myself laying on our nice leather sofa, channel surfing 70 channels (66 more than the tv in Angol).
Then I saw myself stuck. What am I gonna do now? Who am I going to speak Spanish to? How am I going to put to use the things I learned in Chile? Please, please don't send me back to the Country Club waiting tables for old grumpy ladies playing cards!
I snapped back to reality and grabbed a glass of wine. I love and miss my family and friends back home, but thank the Jesus Lord God that I'm not going back now.
I bade farewell to my friends and called it an early night. I had to wake up early to go SKIING!

Saturday morning started at 6:30am. Not easy with a filipinot noir hangover. Jordan and I had breakfast with his friend from work, Chloe, and we made our way out to meet some Australians. After a frustrating hour and half of renting equipment and waiting for the Australians to buy their precious vodka, we finally started making our way up to the Andes.
It was an incredible day and a beautiful drive up. We started hitting the curves that slowly ascend up the mountain and at about curve 25 or so, the car was having issues. The new VW bug, which brought flashbacks of my older brother's car in high school, was crapping out. Maybe it was out partying the night before like I was.
The Australians sent word of a small town at curve 40. We managed to slug bug up there without the white punchbuggy totally dying. We threw on our boots and gear and heel-toed down to the road to hitchhike the rest of the way up. In a hot minute, a small Chilean truck was waiting it's turn at the stop sign and we hopped into the back. The bed was ridden with lava rocks but I didn't care to get my pants dirty. The driver gunned it to 50+mph on the straightaways and the mountains were so big it felt like we weren't moving it all.


•Hitchhiking in the back of a pickup


The skiing was great and offered some great powder in parts and I'm glad I got to ski the Andes.
I forgot to bring goggles and I don't have sunglasses so I spent the day without a piece of glass separating me from the mountain. Later that night, I looked into the mirror and saw my eyes were a sun-burnt red. oops.

• Valle Nevado

Sunday was the World Cup final match: España vs. Holland. Friends and I watched the game in a crowded sports bar called California Cantina. I was for Spain and so was Octopus Paul. Thanks to Iniesta, we were both satisfied.

Monday, I played guitar in a Santiago metro station and made 3,500pesos (about $7).
Tuesday, I rode a train south with my friend Kelsea to a city called Talca. The train was súper, but the city wasn't. Many of the homes and buildings in Talca were destroyed in the earthquake in February. Quite sad. It was a simple night of pizza and movies.



•Off the train in Talca


•Tree from the train


Wednesday, plans changed and we decided to skip the trip to Chillán after hearing of similar earthquake tragedies that took place there.

Now I'm back in Angol for a few days and just relaxing.
Sunday, I will be going to Pucón to work at an English Winter Camp for the week.

Hope all of you back in the Northern Hemi are having a good summer! Send me some love once in a while. I love getting letters.
My mailing address is:
0181 Los Andes
Población El Rosario
Angol, Chile

OR just send me an email: villanrc@gmail.com


¡Espero que todo vaya bien!
Chau!

.Chileanueva