Wednesday, April 22, 2015

How to successfully get recipes from your Mama Tica

When abroad-ers first arrive to the country that they’ll spend the next few months in, they tend to have a few goals in mind. Maybe something like, learn the language, take risks, open themselves to new opportunities, mingle with the locals…etc.

These are very logical goals.

Yet, being the food obsessed person that I am, my mind is never off of the thought of my next meal or the next thing that my mouth could potentially love. So obviously, a primary goal of mine, when I first arrived to Costa Rica, was food related. I am striving to find meals that I enjoy (try finding food that I’ve disliked here, that would be easier) and then accumulate as many of those traditional recipes as I can for later use! I want to make sure that when I cook for myself back at home, I’ll have some tasty Costa Rican food options to choose from.

Whether I'm at a soda, a small family-owned restaurant, or at home with my host family, there is an abundance of food that looks and tastes remarkable (probably because most of it isn’t very healthy…but that’s beside the point).

Since it’s not common to ask a restaurant for recipes to their meals, I decided to ask my Mama Tica for the recipes to her delicious delicacies.



You would assume that this would be an easy feat, right? That the conversation would sound something like this:

Me: hola mama, podrias darle las recetas a algunas de las comidas que has hecho recientemente?
-        Hello mama, could you give me the recipes to some of the meals that you have done recently?

MT: si Megan morado, por supuesto! 
-        Yes purple Megan, but of course!
    (She calls me “purple megan” ever since I dyed the ends of my hair purple)
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Womp.

No...

Life would be too simple if that were the case.

The language barrier wasn’t the problem, because I totally know my Spanish food lingo. More like she has the recipes memorized but does not know the exact amounts, rather she throws food and spices in, and judges it by taste.

Well, this complicates the process to accomplish my goal.

So what does one do at this point?

1.   Give up, possibly sulk a little, and look up Costa Rican recipes online. Hope that the food tastes similarly.

2.     Hang around the kitchen whenever she’s cooking, and slyly note all that she puts into each meal.

3.     Call her “loca” (yes, we’ve gotten to that point in the relationship where teasing is acceptable) and get her to write down the recipe as similarly as she can to the original.

Well, the third option was what I opted to do. As of right now, here are the few recipes I was able to squeeze out of her...so far:

To start off with the simple stuff:

Maracuya juice: Simply cut the maracuya, passion fruit, in half. Scoop out the seeds and the surrounding gelatin and put both in the blender. Add water, ice, and sugar if preferred. Blend until smooth.
“The best batido ever”: Add coconut cream, bananas, pineapple, milk, honey, ice. Blend until smooth.
Pollo dulce: Grill chicken. Heat and mix brown sugar and tomato sauce. Add the mixture to the chicken.
"Tico Tacos"Take Chalupes, Refried beans (1/4 onion, diced,1 clove garlic, diced, 1/4 bell pepper, diced, 4 cups cooked or canned black beans, pureed,1 lime/ juiced, water), lettuce, diced tomatoes, diced avocado, beef that is covered abodo sauce.

The recipes that require more work:

Arroz con Pollo
&
Salsa de tomate



Friday, April 10, 2015

A Semana Santa story as told through GIFs and pictures

Semana Santa, or Holy week, is the six days leading up to the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. During this week, students had no school and most locals took time off work to spend time with family and participate in religious celebrations.

Due to school being out, I had a full week to travel wherever my heart desired, or to wherever the bus schedule allowed.

Here’s what I did:

The first half of the week was spent in Bocas del Toro, Panama.

This trip was included with our program, ISA, so we fortunately didn’t have to worry about paying for transportation or housing


We woke up at the crack of dawn… to take a six hour long bus ride to the Panama border. 


(Which consisted of a Hunger Games movie marathon, rowdy ISA newcomers, and me, constantly trying to keep myself from falling asleep with my mouth open.)

At the border, the next two hours was spent avoiding the blazing sun


crossing over rickety bridges


and waiting through many slow moving lines.


Soon enough, we finally made it to the water taxi that would take us to our island-like destination.


To say that the water taxi rides were “really fun” would be an understatement… so I’ll just stick to saying that the water taxi rides were “superfreakingawesome”.

On the first water taxi ride, we flew through the water, bouncing over waves, making it feel like we were on a roller coaster of sorts (not to mention we saw dolphins along the way).                             For other trips, the taxi would manage to glide along the choppy waves making for a relaxing ride to wherever we needed to go.


After staying in hostels for the past few weekends, it makes you really appreciate how awesome hotels can be.

                                                                             

Hotels have air-conditioned rooms, giant fluffy beds, clean bathrooms, carpet floors, a pool… all beautifully average things that a kid, now living a backpacker lifestyle, comes to savor.

Throughout the next few days, my friends and I did various things like:

- Go on an island tour on a stormy day and get pelted by rain along the way.
(Somehow we managed to smile through it all)


- Pick up starfish, look for sloths, and snorkel through coral reefs.


- Rent bikes to take a self guided tour throughout the surrounding hilly yet tropical area.


- Order the same "batido" twice a day (it truly was the best fruit smoothie combination I've ever had).


- Get adventurous with our food choices, from Lebanese to Indian to Caribbean.


 And since this was my first spring break abroad… you could say that:


- On the first night, we went to a “reggae night” party, where, at first, everyone was standing around the dance floor as if we were back in middle school... until we arrived.

Props to Cole for being the first one to start the dancing
- The next night we went out with, quite possibly, the wildest bunch of people I've ever met.


I mean, how could you not be entertained when the night involved a click five sing along, a confusing drinking game, liberated storytelling, and unnecessary wall twerking?
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The second half of my week was spent in Montezuma, Costa Rica.

In order to get to this remote area of the country, my friends and I had to take another long bus ride and a ferry.

The bus ride was overall uneventful though it took vigilance and a good cup of coffee to get onto the bus itself.


We arrived at the bus stop around 4:30 in the morning to ensure that we got a spot on the bus.             (The location wasn't providing the option to pre-purchase tickets and, from what we had heard, the buses filled up fast.)

Turns out that arriving early was a great decision. The stop was bustling with people and a line was already forming for the Montezuma bus. 
We had to keep an eye out because every so often someone would try to sneak their way up the line rather than go all the way to the back. 
We had to mark our place and practice our stink eye! (And being me, a person who can’t help but smile all the time, my stink eye was not one for the books.)


As for the ferry ride, it was wonderful! We paid about two dollars for a 70 minute ride, which included latino music, decks, food options, and a relaxing time. And by midday we made it to Montezuma!

Turns out that our hostel, Luz en el Cielo, was at the top of a very steep hill.                            
Yaay.                                                                                                                                                       
And I’m actually not being sarcastic in the slightest because for some weird reason, I really do love hills/mountains (though my friends don’t have the same kind of affection for this hill as I do).

Me whenever I see anything with a steep incline
The wonderful thing about hostels is the relaxed atmosphere that it provides. Hammocks are found every few feet, the kitchen is available for any of the guests, and there tends to be a common living area for people to converse. 
The people that stay in hostels are those traveling from all over the world. We met, two Brits, one girl from New York, a guy from the UK, three people from Denmark, one man from France, etc.


Throughout the next few days, my friends and I did various things like:

- Hike to the Montezuma waterfalls and then proceed to jump off high places into the water. 



- Go to the beach and try to stay above the big waves with strong rip currents.



- Run along the beach with my friend Ana, in bathing suits, which made me feel like we were joining the cast of “Baywatch”. (However, imagine me tripping all over the beach rather than making clean strides...)



- Go to a fire show and join the “reggae in the streets” party, in the little beach town.



- Finally play futbol on one of the local fields with the new friends that I had made.



- Read, sleep, yoga (yes, I did just turn it into a verb), juggle, surf, and eat coconut on the beach of Santa Teresa.



- And make dog friends everywhere we go.


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For el dia de Pascua, I was back home in Barrio Cordoba.

There were fireworks blasting and a parade that walked throughout the nearby neighborhoods. The people carried lanterns and prayed along with the priest that was leading the procession.



Overall, this Semana Santa couldn’t have gone any better and I feel extremely blessed to have had all of these opportunities and experiences.



Wednesday, March 25, 2015

The struggle to avoid “the abroad additions”

Before starting my first year of college, the principal question that I was most often asked was “Do you think you’ll gain the freshman 15?
. . .
Ugh, what a cringe-worthy question.

For those who are unaware, “the freshman 15” refers to the arbitrary amount of weight gained during a college student’s first year. It does not necessarily have to be exactly 15 pounds, it just has to be an abnormal amount of weight gain. The causes can vary from the following temptations: late-night study session snacking, the freedom to eat what you want/ how much you want/ whenever you want, overeating due to any type of stress or anxiety, and last but not least, consuming alcoh- *cough* I mean, empty calorie beverages. 

I, thankfully, evaded “the freshman 15”. I lucked out and got paired with kick@$$ suitemates that enjoyed working out, ate relatively healthy food, and busted out with lunges and squats during random times of the day (…ok that was just me).



Now, as a second year student, I can officially say that I have maneuvered past the possible gain-age the “freshman 15” promised by giving the temptations of college - pardon my language - the middle finger.

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As of recently, though, I have been exposed to a new type of possible weight gain that I now like to call . . . “the abroad additions”.

The implication of this phrase is similar to “the freshman 15”, however, add the temptations that collage normally brings to the temptations that other countries have to offer, and then BAM, this equals additional weight gain. 

As it turns out, the typical Costa Rican diet includes large portions of starch, grain, sugar, fruit, meat, juice, coffee, alcohol, and desserts.



Vegetables can be found at the markets but not usually on your plate (excluding casados, as shown above).

Sure, almost all of these products are fresh and nutritious, coming from organic farms with minimal chemically-enhanced food that is becoming less common in the States. But, the amount of consumption of these filling, dense, delicious, and some rather unhealthy food groups are predominant for most meals of the day.

My usual diet has gone from something like this: 



To something like this:



On the bright side, to fight against my change of diet, I have found that exercising in Costa Rica has not been as great of a challenge as I thought it would be!

Here’s what I have been doing so far: I found some running buddies to go jogging around the neighborhoods, met two girls who constantly show me new yoga moves and go with me to “todo espanol” yoga classes, I learned how to surf/ will continue to practice, I have been walking to the majority of places I've needed to go to (which includes hilly terrains and power walking past barking dogs), and live with roommates who don’t mind when I do burpees or other jumpy and loud-ish workouts in my room.
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Even though “the abroad additions” is a completely made up term, whether it’s real or imagined, this is what any future abroad-ers (or travelers in general) should take from this post:

Just eat like the locals.

You are going to be living in an exotic place for a period of time and it’s worth experiencing and savoring the food from that country.

Yes, a change in weight may occur.

Yes, you might end up creating pie charts to track your change in diet.
(ooooor maybe that’s also just me)

However in the end, traveling is a unique experience… Go taste your way around the world and come back with a full stomach, delectable tales, and new outlooks. Say heck to “the abroad additions” and just live.






Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Gringa in a Tico world: a montage of what I've seen and experienced

Definition of “Tico”:
1. The self appointed slang term for Costa Ricans.
2. The Embodiment of Latin flavor and zest for life


It's been two weeks since I was dropped off in Costa Rica for my study abroad adventure. So far, I've noticed certain aspects of the Tico culture that, to me, just screams "Wow! How unusual…" but for this area, it’s completely normal.

Here’s what I've found:

1. The locals actually say Pura Vida!
Turns out that the phrase “Pura Vida” is not just a saying marketed for the tourists. Tico's say it all the time!
More often than not, I'll find that the phrase is thrown around in day-to-day conversations. It can be used in so many ways, usually as hello, goodbye, cool, and sometimes as a substitute for saying "I'm doing great" or "sure, no problem".

As clich√© as it is, "pura vida" is more than a saying here… It truly is a way of life. And I have a feeling that I’ll end up incorporating this phrase into my vocabulary and actions soon enough, as well. 

2. The use of taxis, as well as buses, is more common than other vehicles.
This is due to the dirt cheap prices and the extensive amount of locations that these vehicles take people to. For example, from my neighborhood to downtown San Jose, I can either take a cab and pay 2 to 3 dollars (depending on traffic) or choose to ride the bus for 50 cents. So cheap! And since these taxis and buses travel all over Costa Rica, it’s no wonder that this is the most popular form of transportation.

The only unfortunate thing about taking a taxi… (Especially as a foreign female) …

3. There are only male taxi drivers and more than half of them will likely hit on you.
It seems that the taxi drivers I've met so far, which is a lot, are around 23-50 years old (more or less). And I can’t tell if the majority of those men are on the prowl or if they just find it amusing as we get uncomfortable when they try to flirt.

Some of my experiences have gone similarly to this scenario:

After the usual "take me to this location" spiel, they sometimes like to ask about where I'm from, how old I am, if I like the country, oh, and if I'm single.
Lately, I've decided to say that "I'm taken" just to shut the whole thing down. However, one shutdown didn't go the way that I planned…

Taxi driver: "Mmm, so you have a boyfriend... Where is he?"
Me: "He lives in the states."
TD: "In the states? So he's not here. Basically, here in CR, you are single then, yes?"

This is an example of how many, though not all, Tico men act. They're a persistent and confident bunch.
Which leads me to…

4. Tico men will, with no hesitation, openly stare/ whistle/ blow kisses/ cat call/ etc. at foreign women on a regular basis.
Well…Can't say this hasn't boosted my ego a bit.
I actually find this behavior super amusing, enough that I laugh openly.
But it gets rather annoying after awhile. 
Sometimes, you just want to go for a run without a bunch of guys pulling out their cameras to take a picture or have a peaceful walk home without getting honked at.

I can see why the Tica women tend to ignore the men completely because if you look a Tico guy in the eye, just once or longer than normal, that's all he needs to come on over!

5. Costa Rica has micro climates.
 I would say that it is widely known that Costa Rica has two major seasons, the dry and rainy season. However, it turns out that there is more to the weather here than one would expect.
Costa Rica has twelve climatic zones! The zones can vary from hot and humid to cold and frosty. These temperatures are determined by the elevation and other geographical factors.

What’s interesting is that even though this country is about the size of West Virginia, which is pretty dang small, it manages to be one of the most diverse places I've ever seen. One can explore exotic volcanoes, alluring cloud forests, secluded waterfalls, tranquil beaches and experience different climate changes within hours.

6. It’s a rarity to find a place with air conditioning.

I've surprisingly gotten used to this fact pretty quickly. The only time I truly miss air conditioning would be if our room (depending the hostel) has a lack of airflow and ends up feeling stuffy and sticky. But, wonderfully, most buildings are built as "open air", (with fans included) to let in the cool breeze.

7.  Flushing toilet paper, or much of anything, is not ok here. There's a basket for that.
I guess the sewage system here is set up differently, and not very well I would presume.
So, it is always advised that everything is put in the "waste basket" unless you want to end up with a clogged toilet.

8. On my first post I mentioned that there are actually no street addresses here. And it's completely true.
This is why people run on "Tico time" here! You will most likely get lost (and end up late to wherever you had to be) until you cover the area and learn the landmarks.

9. Tico time is a thing; it’s a lifestyle of taking your time because you will end up late anyways. However, this does not apply when driving a vehicle.

The driving here is so scary! I'm surprised I don't see an accident occur every few hours!

Whether you are driving a small car or a giant bus, they will squeeze into any space without decelerating. The roads go from a one way lane to a two way randomly and can be found in so many directions. Drivers are really aggressive and work their way into traffic by just throwing themselves into it the chaos rather than taking turns. And it's quite possible that the red lights here mean "caution… or maybe just slow down a bit " rather than "red means STOP".

10. The use of machetes (from what I've seen) is for both recreational and grass related purposes.
As of recently, I've seen a kid have his own personal machete and adults (casually) carrying their machetes throughout the neighborhoods.

The adults use them for cutting grass, weeds, and whatnot while the kid was playing with it on the beach to just hack at random things.

Quite interesting, eh?

11. When it comes to breakfast, lunch, and dinner, rice and beans will always be involved.
I would advise anyone who is going to Costa Rica to mentally prepare yourself for this. Sure, it’s totally possible to find meals that don’t include this pairing but it just wouldn’t be a simple task.

Weirdly enough, I don't think I'll ever get tired of rice and beans… especially now that I discovered a beautiful thing...the addition of Tabasco sauce.

12. No matter what skin type you have, here in Costa Rica, you will get a sunburn. (And quite possibly a bad one at that)
This was one thing that caught everyone off guard. The sun seems to be more potent over here! People who normally don’t ever wear sunscreen found themselves red and peeling after just a few hours out and about.
Thus, sunscreen has become a life saver because if we didn't wear any, we would all surely get burned every day.

13. If you are a lover of fruit, Costa Rica is the place to be.
The fruit in Costa Rica has seriously changed the way I look at fruit in general. Usually, when I think of fruit, I’m like “ok, I’ll eat this because it’s nutritious, filling, and good enough”. However, after consuming a butt load of various types of fruit here… the only thing that crosses my mind is:


The fruit here is fresher, juicier, sweeter, or basically any delicious-related adjective you can come up with.

Why? You may wonder. Well, I have absolutely no idea. But I intend to find out!
I might even dedicate a whole blog post to Costa Rica fruit.

That's right, get excited.


And that's all I've got for now!

~PURA VIDA










Sunday, March 8, 2015

The Start of a Four Month Adventure


Here’s a scenario: Imagine a small arrival area situated outside of the San Jose airport. It’s overflowed with local taxi drivers, yelling to get the attention of tourists, creating a paparazzi feel. With the blazing sun, cool breeze, and moderate humidity, the temperature is just above uncomfortable.
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This was the environment I was stuck in for a good 5+ hours while I waited for the other Elon abroad-ers to finally arrive! 
Eventually… or should I say finally, ISA, the study abroad program I am with, decided that it would be best to drop me off to my new home.

On the bus ride over, I was hoping, from the outside, that I looked super calm and collected. However, unbeknownst to ISA, I was completely freaking out! 
My roommates hadn't arrived yet which meant that I was going to meet my host family all by myself. *Cue the Celine Dion song*

When we arrived at my host family’s neighborhood, Barrio Cordoba, I stepped out to see a couple waiting for me. 
They immediately rushed over, gave me warm hugs, told me to call them “mama tica and papa tico”, and took my things.

I could tell that I was going to love them already.

But here’s the kicker…
They then proceeded to tell me “oh, no hablamos ingles” and “hablas espanol, s√≠?

Wait, what?
You don’t speak any English?!
*Sigh*

All I thought was, "well, at least this will be great practice for me".
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Since that day, my Spanish has slightly improved. I understand most of what they are saying and they patiently give me time to process and respond (usually in broken Spanish but hey, what can ya do, I’m just a beginner).

Also, my roommates did end up arriving! (Although some of them arrived around 4 AM, which was not a pleasant experience, from what I heard.) 

As of my feelings of them so far, here is the good and the not so bad: 
The good: all four of us get along really easily, we're all in love with our host fam, we have similar eating habits/sleeping schedules, and, surprisingly, none of them mind (or have commented) when I play my random mix of music in our living area. 
The not so bad: even while being the great new roommates that they are, my time with them makes me think of and partly compare them with my suitemates back at Elon. You could say I'm really missing my "Alpha Pack/Girls of danK" a lot these days. 

On the bright side, when I do finally get to see my old suitemates again next fall, i'll now have another group of awesome people (my CR roomies) to add to the Elon mix.
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A week has already gone by and I have plenty of stories to tell...
But I’ll save them for the next blog post!

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

THE TIME HAS COME: My goals & promises to not come back home with a “Gael”

I am so close to writing this whole blog post with my caps lock on because THE WAIT IS OVER.
I AM GOING TO COSTA RICA TOMORROW.
MY EXCITEMENT CANNOT BE CONTAINED.
Enough that I may be managing to do Jimmy Falon’s jig and Tina Fey’s pep-filled run at the same time. 
Which takes skill.
Therefore, I am skillfully managing to look ridiculous at this moment.




Anyways, in a couple of hours I will be on a plane headed for Central America to begin my study abroad adventure. I've had a wonderful time at home, making new friends and visiting old ones, but I am so incredibly ready to leave and begin making memories that I will surely never forget.

The goals I have for this trip are pretty standard:
1) Learn to speak Spanish
2) Be open to trying new things
3) Convince my mind and body that I am not on a vacation and that I actually have classes to ace
Etc.

Now, part of this post’s title may have been confusing. For those who have not watched “How I Met Your Mother”, a main character, Robin Scherbatsky had left New York to live in Argentina for a few months. When Robin returned, she brought back more than new outlooks and a change of style. She brought back… Gael

I would say that this is one of my mother’s top nightmares at the moment. She has told me countless times to keep myself from falling for man from Costa Rica because she’s afraid that I would end up staying there permanently. Normally, I would tell her “Ma, don’t worry about it... Hispanic guys aren't my type anyways”. However, my past dating pool deceives me.

So all I can do is make promises to her as well as to myself.

I promise to fulfill my goals.
I promise to make smart choices.
And, like Robin, I also promise to experience the country I am living in to the fullest. Although rather than bringing home a Gael, I hope to bring back Costa Rican recipes, adventurous stories, lessons learned, and (a very unlikely) tan.

See you in four months Florida!

Adios, para ahora!