Hi, everyone!
In this part of the Spanish-speaking world, the
"sh" sound isn't really used. As a result, people have a really hard
time with my name. Instead of “Asha,” most people here call me
"Acha," which they find really amusing, since that means
"ax."
"Pleased to meet you. My name is Ax." It's
kind of growing on me.
I’m in Panama City right now. What a crazy place.
Totally different than anywhere else I’ve been in Latin America. Really
diverse, and surprisingly small. I can walk across the city, through a thousand
very different worlds, in a few hours, which is exactly what I’ve been doing
for the last few days. The buses are fun too- they're individually owned,
painted with colorful graffiti-style art, play loud music, and aren't on any
schedule whatsoever. I like it here, there's a part of me that just always
feels at home in the city. This morning I got up at 5:30 a.m. to walk down to
the water and watch the sunRISE over the PACIFIC. I couldn't sleep and I
figured there aren't too many opportunities to do that on this continent.
Yesterday I went and checked out the Canal for the
first time, took my shoes off and wandered along in the water for a while at
sunset. It was really beautiful. Today we're going to see if we can get work as
line handlers on the boats so we can see the whole canal to the Caribbean
coast.
I ended up spending way more time in Costa Rica than I
planned. Everyone I talked to said, "Don't bother with Costa Rica, it's
boring, it's just like Disneyland." I guess I’m not as cool as them,
because I loved it there. People were really warm and friendly, and made
conversation even when they didn't want to hit on me or sell me something. And
after Guatemala, it was really a relief not to have to point out to every other
little old grandmother that she had shortchanged me; not to get pulled over in
my taxi by men with large machine guns strapped to their chests; to have one
price for everyone, gringo or no; and not to have locals make comments like
"Wow, you walked that road? And you didn't get robbed?" Not to knock
Guatemala, I loved it there too, and met some great people, and you can't blame
the Guatemalan people, they've been dealing with decades of civil war and
brutal oppression. (And I’m sure it doesn't help that when they started
changing things, my government organized an overthrow of theirs). But,
regardless, I really appreciated Costa Rica.
The best thing about Costa Rica was the family who
adopted us. Mami, Papi, Fabio, his girlfriend Anna, his 4 brothers and sisters
and their 2 cousins. We met Fabio one day, as we were on our way to the bus to
Panama, and he just walked up and invited us out with them. We drove up to the
top of this mountain with an amazing view of the countryside and had a beer and
hung out all evening, and then spent the night in their spare bedroom. In the
morning, we went out to milk the cows and Mami made us rice and beans and agua
dulce and we shared our worlds with each other. They said it was a bad week to
travel (Semana Santa, the Holy Week), and we should really just spend the week
with them! We had such a good time and felt so completely, genuinely welcome
that we postponed our travel plans "for a couple days." We spent the
next 8 days squeezing fresh cane juice, getting licked by baby cows, taking
salsa lessons from Graciella, Fabi's little sister, and getting a whole lot
better at Spanish - no one spoke any English. They always said "our
house," "our brother," "our Mami," and from the first
day I never for a minute felt like a visitor, I felt like family. They told us
we could build a house there or live in the unused one in the back if we wanted
to. It's funny, we try so hard to create intentional communities and
permaculture systems, and here was the healthiest, happiest intentional
community and permaculture farm I’ve ever seen, by people who have probably
never heard those words. It was an inspiration, and set a new standard in my
mind of what is possible. Fabio says that when we have family, real family, in
all countries, there is peace. One more international family was created that
week.
And speaking of family, the Rainbow gathering was
beautiful too. It was different from the National, only a thousand people (but
from 63 countries!) and there wasn't the diversity of theme camps, but it was
great to meet people from all over, share food, take Hapkido and energy healing
workshops, swim in the beautiful river, and run into a few old friends (and
have my 10 dormant strands of DNA activated and the parasitic spirits exorcised
from my soul. It is a Rainbow gathering, after all!). A lot of locals came to
check it out, and we made the national evening news. One local store had a sign
up that read "Welcome Rainbow people, you can sleep here for free."
San Vito isn't exactly a tourist destination, so it was interesting and
profitable for the locals and they were pretty open-minded despite our
strangeness and the occasional rumor that we were a Satan-worshiping cult.
We ditched out on the gathering for a week (we had to
come back to the Gathering for a friend's wedding) to go explore the Osa
Peninsula, the beautiful, rainforest-covered southwest tip of Costa Rica. We
explored the little towns of Puerto Jimenez and Golfito, where we dipped our
toes into the Pacific for the first time, wondering how the bath-temperature
water could possibly be part of the same ocean we are used to in California. We
spent 2 days at a chocolate farm (appropriate, eh?) where I planted
watermelons, ate fresh cacao fruit, and hiked in through the backdoor of
Corcovado National Park. The second night there I started feeling a little
funny after dinner, and then found out that nobody had mentioned that the
delicious tofu sauce I had eaten so much of with my spaghetti was a special
recipe. I was still high the next morning. What can you do, except laugh at the
absurd beauty of life and enjoy the ride?
And on that note, I think I’m going to wander back out
into the craziness of Panama City in search of mangos and avocados (7 cents
each here!). I love you all and can't wait to see you again!
Love
asha |