I'm a mom... but I can still be spontaneous!

After enduring a few years of, in many ways (except financial, phew!) a life of single motherhood, as Bill traveled back and forth from his Puerto Rican baby (the hotel he was building) - we decided to pick up our family and move there for the duration of the project. The decision came on Saturday - and we were to leave a week later. This blog tracked our experiences as we left our home in CT, withdrew our kids from school, left our puppy in the care of a trusted dog-lover, left the snow and the rat race and the routine... for a beautiful, rather remote island. I hoped to allow my friends & family to track our progress (or lack thereof?) as we lugged our stuff to one of the few remaining places that does not have a Starbucks, the kids and I embarked on our first ever homeschooling experience (I'd always thought homeschoolers were aliens), and I happily moved my triathlon training from the pool, trainer & dreadmill to what basically amounts to paradise. Most of all, I hoped my blogging will push others to step out of their comfort zone and try something they always swore "NEVER!" to do. (Of course, hopefully it's not something destructive).

So now, we are back in CT after our 3 surreal months in Vieques. In no time whatsoever my day became jam-packed with activities and tasks, but somehow it feels "right" in the way that the nothingness of Vieques felt "right." I suppose that's how you know you're following your bliss - and where you do it becomes irrelevant.

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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

off-roading, beaching, partying & the homeschooling scoop


























Between getting back into the island groove after Mexico City, and dealing with the restless natives (my children), I haven't gotten round to blogging in several days. In order to not bore you too much I'll try to recap the past several days in minimum detail...

We've continued to homeschool 2-3 hours each week day morning, but admittedly the kids' and my favorite part is when I teach them non-curriculum lessons, such as my decision to explain the whole slavery mess and its aftermath last week. I told them about how the Conquistadores' arrival was eventually followed by European agricultural endeavors in the form of sugar & cotton plantations, and since these required much hard work, slaves were imported from Africa (or drawn from African slaves already elsewhere in the Caribbean/Americas). By then much of the local indigenous population had been obliterated by massacre, European diseases, etc - thus the African labor. I explained somewhat how difficult it is to manually grow and harvest cotton and sugar, and how there was a class system even among slaves, since the lowest of the lot had to work the fields, back-breaking work, while the lucky ones got the domestic beat. Of course, this was a perfect time to point out how my asking them to make their beds each morning, pick up their clothes, set the table and clear the plates, not to mention attack their schoolwork with gusto, is really quite a privilege for them and they should appreciate how good they've got it.

Originally we were going to visit the only remaining sugar plantation ruins (Playa Grande Plantation) on Saturday, with Bill, but we switched it to Sunday since we decided to entertain Saturday night and by the time we'd amassed the groceries it was too hot to do anything but frolic in the waves. So we went to the plantation on Sunday, following my friend John Hathaway's directions. When we finally arrived, we thought maybe there were more ruins deeper into the jungle, so we sort of ignored the vehicle barrier and drove down the path. Which ended up being one bumpy, wet mess (see picture) and my heart stopped a couple of times as I was certain we were about to get stuck, and I was inappropriately dressed in a sundress and flip flops and my phone had no signal so it would not have been a comfortable effort of either pushing the car out of a bog or trekking back to a road. Thankfully, we emerged in a filthy, scratched-up but otherwise unscathed car. And no, we never did find any more ruins than some basic structures right where John had indicated.

Saturday night we hosted some of our local friends. All ended up great - after all, it's hard to screw up grilled flank steak and lobster, especially when Jorge is kind enough to crack open the lobsters and all 3 chefs decide to pitch in at various points.

Bill's running career lasted all of 3 days but I've upped my own distance and now hit the pavement as soon as it's light out (6:30am) and head into town and back. I truly love running here. I get to observe the locals in their anti-rush hour as they head to work and school, I call out buenos dias to everyone, get chased by a few dogs, dodge the random horse who decides to take the sidewalk instead of the road, jump over horse shit piles (which surprisingly, is odorless), ignore the gaggles of middle and high school boys who acknowledge my efforts with testosterone-induced comments or noises, and finish it off with a quick dip in the pool. I had hoped to compete in this Sunday's triathlon in San Juan but decided it was too expensive. So instead, Tessa (my local fellow athlete) and I are planning to do our own sprint triathlon right here in Vieques. Basically, whoever wants to participate is welcome to do the whole thing with us, or do certain legs, or partner up as a relay team. No registration fee, basically you're responsible for your own fluids, equipment, etc. Tessa has never done a tri before and we figured this would be a fun way to keep training interesting, and introduce her to triathlon in a low pressure way.

Today the kids started at Oasis, a really interesting school that just opened in August. Erika, the director and teacher, is a trained teacher (math & science) and homeschools her 2 kids. Several other homeschooling parents suggested she open up a little center and she did once she had the commitment of a few families. With my kids, she has 12 kids there, ages 5-12. They are all in one room, the main language spoken is Spanish, and in addition to each child doing his/her lesson, there are many group activities (games, art, PE) and frequent field trips. The kids will be going there a few mornings/week. I decided to do this for 2 reasons. First of all, the kids really need more interaction with peers their own age, especially in Spanish. Second of all, after a month of it being always the 3 of us, I have decided that they need a break from me and from each other, and I need a break from them. The bottom line is I am not an earth mama who thrives on domestic duties and being in the constant company of 2 very lovely but inevitably periodically annoying tikes. Jackie at least is as obsessed with reading as I am, but as soon as little Willo gets bored of his studies or independent play, he heads straight for his halo-bearing sister and before you know it the cries of "x HIT/PINCHED ME!!!!" ensue. Nope, not for me. I admit I love peace, tranquility, and order (which explains why I'm allergic to certain facets of motherhood). Anyway, we'll see how the kids enjoyed their morning in someone else's care and with other kids. I know it's been a huge hit with me :)

Alright, must get back to work. Back to Red Beach this afternoon with the kids. It finally reopened on Saturday after being closed for a few months as they paved some of the roads leading to it. I think the pictures above are self-explanatory. Do note the picture of the ferry - that's how any merchandise arrives at local stores, as well as gasoline for the 2 gas stations on the island. Have I told you about the queues at the gas stations? Sometimes they're hours long! Oh, and a picture of the local lighthouse, which was built during colonial rule (1896) and then renovated about 8 years ago.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

shopping & marrying a la mexicana









































We're back from Mexico City! All went well. Bill's sister Gretchen and Mundo had a beautiful wedding in the party room at her condo. Being a Party Planner Extraordinaire, the setting was stunning and the food was delicious. They were married by a Justice of the Peace, and according to Mexican law, no alcohol may be served until after the ceremony, which we found amusing (what? You can drive like a maniac but you can't drink before a wedding?) but a tad inconvenient. It turns out that the law is because of grooms who have experienced post-marital buyer's remorse and blamed it on a-a-a-a-alcohol. So rather than having to go through all the hassles of annulment etc, better to just ban premarital boozing. The justice of the peace was a piece of work, as he babbled on and on about how they were now captains of a ship and as time went on there would be other passengers on board so they had to keep that in mind with their decisions, etc. Meanwhile, Mundo already has a 25 year old daughter (who is an absolute delight!!) and Gretchen a 6 year old son, so they are fully aware of the trials and tribulations that accompany captaining a ship. Anyway.

Other than the wedding, we played lots of Mexican Train Dominoes with Bill's parents, drank lots of Negra Modelo beer, had a great morning at Bazaar del Sabado, which in Jackie's words is "the best shopping experience in the world," spent a few delightful hours at Las Caballerizas which has delicious food and a petting zoo and fields that made me long for my ultimate frisbee buddies back home. Once again, the schedule was too packed for me to be able to see my childhood friends or take the kids to my old school or other stomping grounds, which is a bummer - the kids would LOVE my school there, the American School. Next visit there I will definitely make it a priority to show them some of my background, and to see my friends.

All in all, a successful weekend. We loved Mundo, Gretchen's husband (we'd never met him before) and wish them much happiness. We also got to see Jaime, her ex-husband, and that was great. He's Willo's godfather and he and Willo had never met, since they were separated before the baptism.

Returning to Vieques was a bit of an adventure since we were scheduled out of Mexico at 11:00am and found out at 6:30am that the flight was canceled and we'd either have to fly out the following day (impossible for Bill) or at 9:45am. So we somehow managed to get out the hotel door in 30 mins and to the airport in 30 mins (record time by far). When we landed in San Juan, Jackie surprised me by sighing, "It's great to be home."

Fortunately, home for us for now is beautiful weather and gorgeous beaches, but it also means no school to which to ferry the kids so I can unpack, do laundry, and work on some photography orders I'd had pending. So the first day back was an utter disaster every moment that the kids were not doing schoolwork (because that's when they were fighting). It was one of those days where I really wondered how the heck all those moms homeschool, without resorting to mommy pills or vodka, or succumbing to violence. We ended up walking down to the beach when I'd finally finished my project, and the salt water somewhat eased our nerves. Today was far better as I got in a hard, hot run, the kids caught up on some much-needed sleep, we tackled the local supermarket (they had fresh spinach!!!! And pineapple!!!), and after math we started an art project (I'd brought back some canvases and fancy paints) which is like instant therapy. Oh, and I have a girls night out to look forward to tonight :)