Showing posts with label costa rica. Show all posts
Showing posts with label costa rica. Show all posts

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Bee's 3 Step Guide to Going Abroad: Ready, Set, G.O.! (Get Out!)


STEP 2: The Step with a Whole Lotta Steps.

If you are just joining the ride, please take off your seatbelt and read Step 1. It’s one of the few times, I will ask you to take off your seatbelt! But I need you to get this part from the beginning. 

Ready?

So last post, I detailed the portion of Getting Back to Y.O.U.---Your Own Unfilled promises. That’s right, we all have them. Pull out your list now. We’ll wait.

Mine of course was always wanting to just teach abroad, even if only for a few months or a year.  I put things in place and started taking the TEFL course.

During the course, I started my research. I completed my practicum as it was a requirement for the course. I tutored students at the Literacy Council of Prince George’s County. I would spend some days tutoring a guy in a reading class and other days observing the English as a Second Language class. I enjoyed both experiences. Tutoring one student in a reading class really tested my patience; I had to think about new ways to get him to learn. That experience in itself was a blessing because READING is something we take for granted. If you are following this blog, you are blessed. Education = Freedom, indeed. It was then that I truly learned the depth and importance of that phrase. Whew, Jesus, Lord. Thank you. I was also able to take notes and pick up things that I would want to use in my classroom when I went abroad. 

Note: The guy I was tutoring had started a few months ago at the literacy council. He was in his 60s and could not read the alphabet when he first started. When I first started working with him he still had a way to go, but he was writing at least one paragraph a day in a journal. He liked to write about why people did the things they did in the world. His determination to learn killed any excuse I ever gave myself.

SACRIFICE is a key word. I would get off work from my night job. Then rest a bit before going to practicum, then go to my afternoon job after. Sometimes I was late, but I had explained to my boss what I was doing. I was missing money, but it was for a greater cause---my freedom!

*Greatest Lesson in Step 2*: Do not be afraid to make sacrifices. They might sting, but if the outcome of your sacrifice is greater and for longevity, don’t be afraid to make it. Do it!

Before Departure.  These are the steps that I took; you will tweak these to fit your needs and destination :) But I think these steps are applicable to many Latin American destinations and other countries.

1. Complete course including practicum. Tie up all loose ends when it comes to acquiring your certification. I was nervous that somebody would call and say “Ummmm, ONE more thing.” Lol, kinda like graduation. You get it.

2. Google anything and everything about your intended destination. Before bed. While you wait at the doctor’s office. At work. Lol. And create a folder in your email called “_______________ Resources” I know y’all thought I was crazy just uppin’ and movin,’ but Lord knows I researched the hell outta Panama. Anything that said Panama, I read it---AND ANYTIME OF THE DAY. I developed a folder in my email box called Panama resources. I found travel blogs, people blogs, reviews, anything and everything on what and how to do stuff in Panama. If I was going to do this, I was going to know HOW to do it and that I COULD do it. I had so many resources that by the time an advisor emailed me with what she thought would be good resources for me, I had already seen all of them and ruled some out. Gotta do your own work.


3. Since I wanted to teach, I needed to know where I could do this. Thus, I began looking up schools. You know what that meant. Google search “English schools in Panama” and every other possible combination of those words to see what the wonderful Google Gods would yield for results, lol. Unfortunately for me, Panama’s TEFL market/experience wa basically non-existent on file. Not many people set out to come teach English in Panama, unlike more popular teaching destinations like Thailand, Costa Rica, South Korea, China, etc. so it was a bit difficult and even frustrating at times. But, I stuck with it. I tried a second technique, which was finding different words for school and not typing English language schools specifically. I tried ‘schools in panama’ and let it give me as many as schools as possible. Anything I yielded that seemed a bit legit, I added it to a list. Eventually I took all of my results and compiled a list of schools, phone numbers, email addresses, fax numbers, and location when available. I would leave this list alone and then come back after a new creative Google word search got me a new school or something. Tricks---are not just for kids :) Also, you want to know the peak hiring seasons for the work you are trying to do.

4. Now, you are like great, I have a list I can send out my resumes/cover letters to ear employers. No, relax. Not just yet. My institute advised me to create a packet that most language schools like to see when hiring teachers from overseas. I would recommend, based on how I was recommended, a beautifully written cover letter, a solid resume with related teaching/training experience, a copy of your TEFL certificate and two recommendations from employers that love you J I have my picture on my resume which they say is recommended for international teaching positions, but I think its to see your race…just saying. Just get these things together. Don’t send just yet.

5. Then, you want to develop an email addressing potential schools. I created one in Spanish since I was applying to schools in a Spanish-speaking country. But, if you are applying for a job in Thailand, maybe you don’t know how to write Thai. In that case, English would suffice, lol. Once you have a nice formal email introducing yourself, attach your resume and cover letter to the email and send it out. I did a blind copy to many schools, about once every 1.5 weeks. Do not send all of the information mentioned in step 4, unless they request it.

6. Wait for responses. Only got 1. But that was normal. A lot of schools in Latin America won’t hire you before arrival. This step means, even with all of the other steps, don’t be discouraged if you don’t hear back. You just gotta make the move.

7. Tell all your friends and family that you are making a move and that you have done research. Tell them about other people that have done this same thing (like me). Show them this blog. Show them other blogs. Tell them that dream chasin’ and travelling the world is in style and that they too should get with it! Lol.

8. Purchase your plane ticket for the time you think that will be best to make your move based on peak hiring seasons for your intended job and personal matters.

9. Do Step 7 again. Cuz some people won’t believe you.

10. Tie up loose ends. Figure out how you will pay your bills while away. Designate a person to be responsible for different things. Defer your loans, if you can. Handle any medical stuff. Tell your doctor that you are going abroad and want to make sure that you can connect with them for questions. Lord knows, I abuse the hell out of my doctor’s office with questions. And my cousin that is a PA of course gets bombarded with questions. Check with your insurance provider to see what they cover. Cancel stuff. Stop this. Stop that. Prepare.

11.  Create a packing list of things you will need that you cannot find abroad. In my experience, I will always leave the States with a planner. I will not even begin to tell you my finding a cute planner in August in Panama ordeal. The teachers at my school knew my struggle, lol. Luckily, this year, I found a wonderful Paulo Coelho planner. Yes, I am a believer.

12. Purchase International travel insurance.

13. Register with the U.S. Embassy if you are an American Citizen.

14. Request certain stuff from your closest friends and family members and tell them to come to your house because you are leaving. People will pretty much get you anything. Lol. I got cards, money, food, a magic jack, body sprays, you name it, I was claiming it. The greatest gift though, was the support of my mother and father. Have a cute little potluck in your mom’s backyard with your closest friends and just laugh and enjoy them. By the time you get back, some will be married, moms, dads, CPAs, grad students, diplomats, etc. basically, prepare yourself for a journey and have them prepare for your growth on this journey.

15. Believe in yourself. This is what will take you where you are supposed to be. This is how people will believe in you as well. They will look at you and say, “Wow, she did it!”

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Border Hoppin' and Discovering Gems


Even if you don’t believe in anything, going to Costa Rica is bound to make you think about who or what created such awesomeness.  The beauty of Costa Rica, the natural diversity, the lushness of the green plants---it’s sure to leave you thinking…

But of course, nothing comes that easily. So before I tell you all the amazing things about Costa Rica, let me recap the journey for you. If you ever thought US customs was a big deal, check out the immigration process in Central America. Lol. Ain’t nothing like it.

In true spirit of a semi-backpacker/semi-nomad/semi-adventureseeker (I do not yet own the official backpacker bookbag, lol), we decided to bus it. Okay, okay. It was wayyyy cheaper. Consider crossing borders in Central America for a mere $80 versus $400.00. You would be on that bus too. Anyway, the Tica bus left Panama City’s Gran Terminal at 11:00pm and was set to arrive in San Jose, Costa Rica at 2:00pm the next day. Indeed it was a long journey, but well worth it. I mean, it is all about the experience, right?

At 6:44 am, we arrived at ‘La Frontera.’
We were asked to get off of the bus and enter a sketchy room. I imagine that this sketchy room was the Panamanian side’s immigration office. They brought in a dog that perused the bags. Then a man pointed at all of the foreigners in the room and asked for our passports. I realized later that he had a paper with certain names circled. Yet, how he figured out just who to point to even with that list is still a mystery to me. Maybe, he was just that damn good?

After we were cleared for whatever foreigners need to be cleared for, we proceeded to another line.  Here we were asked to show our tickets and they took a picture of us with webcams.  I even had to take my scarf off my head. Oh well.


It's always exciting to make it across any border!
Then we walked the rest of the way to Costa Rica. Got you! Lol, we were at the border, so just one foot over and we were in Costa Rica.  We stood in line again, this time at the immigration office on the Costa Rican side. 

Somewhere around 9 o’clock (still don’t know whose time it was), we got back on the bus and pulled off. Then we were stopped by police officer or immigration official. I am realizing that you are never really sure who is who around these parts. You just comply.  The good thing about this guy was that when I handed him my passport, he actually pronounced my name right. If you want to see me smile, say my name…and say it right :) 

As we began driving again, I found myself staring out of the window and being grateful once again for the opportunity to see so much, with so little. Each time I see a new place, I am re-inspired to keep making strides in my life and to be a step closer to whatever my purpose is on this earth. For me, this isn’t just about acquiring stamps in my passport. I’ll admit, that part makes me happy too. But the real thing for me is truly finding myself and actualizing my dreams along the way. Through all of this traveling, I am moved, I am inspired, and I am driven to work even harder, to touch people. 

Our ultimate destination during this trip was to a town on the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica called Puerto Viejo. A gem it is indeed! Puerto Viejo is a funky little, hippie, rasta, backpacker and everything- in-between-kinda beach town. That meant lots of fresh fruit smoothies, which we all became addicted to by the end of the trip! Lots of expats from different countries including Spain, the United States, Canada, just to name a few. I loved the place. I fit right in with the easy-going people and the reggae tunes blasting from cars, bars, and shops. The reggae vibe just matched with the flair of the town and the tropical vibe. It’s the kinda town where everyone knows everyone and their story. I will always remember at least three of the characters I met here. The Nicaraguan rasta, a costa Rican rasta, and a man from Jamaica, who looked at me and told me straight up that he liked my African vibe. He was a truth speaker. Each of these three people gave me something to think about. My conversation with the rasta from Costa Rica was full of things that will come up time and time again in this blog. The joys of travelling the world: you meet people who, no matter how far away your lands, share the same ideas and thoughts and even passions as you.  You pick up bits and pieces. 

Fresh caribbean food from a local spot called Soda Isma

the glow comes with the territory ;)

kisses from a caribbean town in central america!

peace on the beach

chocolate and green...my faves!




limon's flag has colors similar to the flag of Sierra Leone :)
As Puerto Viejo is located in the province of Limon, it was only right that we pay a visit to the city where most of the afro-descendants reside. They came from Jamaica and other Caribbean countries to build a railroad.  Fortunately, we actually made it there in time for the Carnaval de Limon. It was a blessing to be there in the flesh and experience the pride that people feel on that day. I even noticed some dances that seemed distinctively similar to African 
tribal dances. The city, the people, the experience---nothing short of interesting. I hope to go back there some time next year and have an even richer experience. Check out some of the pictures from carnaval. 

african princesses











the finer things in life: writing on the beach

All in all, 'twas a wonderful trip with two spontaneous sistagirls and all in the name of a Central American Caribbean adventure. 


This weekend I look forward to exploring a bit of Panama. Stay tuned for the San Blas Islands experience with the Kuna Indians of Panama. And remember---don’t take off your seatbelt cuz there’s always an adventure awaiting you here on Bee’s Backseat!

Monday, October 15, 2012

The 'La Negra' Experience: Part 1


Well, I am L-I-V-E in Panama and who would have thought, that my being black would actually be a thing? I imagined that, since there are obviously people here of African descent, my presence would go almost unnoticed---not.

Lol. A task as simple as walking to the go grocery store for me is met with hollering matches between construction workers, taxi drivers, and quite frankly almost any guy that’s on the street. Yeah, I know what you are thinking---I’m an international showstopper...jk.  But this show stoppin’ deserves analysis. Here, I am called 'La Negra,' which literally means the black girl/woman, black and feminine. Sometimes I get 'morena,' which is brown girl. To-may-to, to-mah-to.

I will say that I was prepared for the 'la negra' experience because it happened to me in Spain and my host mom explained to me that it was a term of endearment. Call it what you want, but I still have some reservations about the deeper meaning of being objectified by your skin color AND womanhood. But, I am in another country and I have always despised when people complain about a country they are visiting. I will live this experience and use it to my advantage by writing about it.

On two separate occasions, I have felt extremely uncomfortable with taxi drivers because one kept purring over how beautiful my skin was and the other kept explaining how much he loved my skin color. The last one even went as far as rubbing his head on my arm…errr?

Yes, people will say that it’s normal here for women of afro-descent to be referred to as ‘negra’ or even ‘morena.’ Yet, I find it peculiar that I have to be referred to as ‘la negra.’ Yes, in the Spanish language they often refer to people as exactly what they are in a sweet (?) way. They might call a cute, chubby little girl, ‘gordita’ or a cute, black little girl, ‘negrita.’ They even call the people from East Asian countries here, ‘chino,’ #straightlikethat. But even in a place where there are others who look juuuuuust like me, my skin is still made to be something exotic.  Something tells me that there is more to this. I have a couple of theories; we will delve into them later on in the journey.




All this to say that, while I expected that my seemingly African looks would stand out a bit from time to time, I didn’t expect the rave reviews that I am receiving from men and women alike. With the men, it is as though I am a forbidden fruit. Or rather, the forbidden race, whether they look like me or lighter. With the women, I can't exactly read all of them, but I have noticed a sense of disapproval/ridicule based on their facial expressions/body language. I am just assuming that it may because of the way I wear my hair, (haven’t seen anyone with natural hair here) or wrap my head when I don’t feel like engaging in a war entitled Hair vs. Comb. One day as I enjoyed my Saturday ritual of ceviche de langostinos* at the Mercado de Mariscos*, a woman asked me why I didn’t perm my hair...that my hairstyle must be an "estilo africano*." She really meant no harm, I guess. The way I look, the way I dress [some days], my style, jewelry, and even that dramatic (but natural) walk that people love to hate... it screams culture...it screams...black...it screams Africa...and I am beginning to think that some folks here, just aren’t ready to open up their ears and hear my silent audio. We shall see…

This topic is one that we will revisit at various times throughout the journey, as I am sure that it will come up pretty often. So don’t worry. Race, culture, travel, and perception--- it’s only right. 







*Ceviche made with Jumbo Shrimp or Prawns
*Seafood Market
*African Style

Up next: Hopping the border to Costa Rica...buckle your seat belts. Yes, it's the law, even here on Bee's Backseat :) Stay tuned for the Carnaval experience!