Feb 07

The art of slowing down

I often read articles about American expats who have to adjust to a slower paced life while abroad.1864573647_8d51448999 Having had the good fortune to travel a lot growing up, I have always seen this difference as what truly makes the US unique.

In most other countries in the world, efficiency does not triumph all. I remember when I got to France and was warned by our liaison that walking while eating was faux pas; even among students . I just couldn’t believe it.  Who had time to get home from classes and sit down to eat lunch – whether cooked or bought. Well, by month three, I had somehow found the time. I picked up from the locals that I could stop at the daily open air market on my home and have everything I needed to make a healthy lunch. Since we didn’t have TV – at least not the “good stuff” that I like to watch – my roommates and I often shared the tasks of cooking or just ate together. Somehow along the way, this just became the norm and I needed to re-adjust when I got back to the states.

I am now back in the re-adjustment period here in Caracas, but I am NOT complaining. I have enjoyed (enjoyed being the operative word) many more meals in my short time here with my family than I would have in the states. I pick up fresh foods at the store several times a week as opposed to stocking up for a month – a small refrigerator will leaves few options. All in all, I am slowing down.

4036285231_f95b451d88 The hardest part of this transition is changing my expectations from the service industry. No matter what you are buying here, the person selling to you is not in a rush. This may seem really rude at first, but I find that they like to give each person/customer as much time as they need; even if that need is talking about the last night’s baseball game :-)

Do you have any similar stories/perceptions from abroad?

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Feb 05

Accidents waiting to happen

Driving in Caracas is an art form. When I first got here, and even during my visit, I often found myself watching what looked like an accident about to happen only to see the cars swerve at the last minute and miss. I quickly realized two things – a) I will probably never drive here and b) I need to get over my backseat driving. 2701253896_48eb4afbd3Due to my fear of driving, I am always the passenger who thinks she can do a better job at getting to the destination. In a way, having limited Spanish is a good thing since I can’t say much to piss off the person driving. The trick that I have learned to keep my blood pressure from rising every time I get in a car is to simply not look 8) . This is a lot easier to do when there’s another passenger in the car to keep me preoccupied.

I read the Caracas is one of the cities with the worst traffic in the world. They say it’s due to the low cost of gas and overcrowding of cars on Caracas’ narrow roads. I have even heard Caraquenos state that they rather go sit at a bar for a few hours in the evening to avoid traffic. This doesn’t sound like a bad way to kill time – hopefully they haven’t had too many by the time they get behind the wheel.

In any case, the maneuvers of drivers here is something that I will probably in awe of for years. I’m not saying never, but it will be fifty years a long time before I decide to join in on this dance.

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