Month: September 2013

Texas 2013: Natural Bridge Caverns

June 29, 2013

Between Austin and San Antonio along Highway 35, there is a turn-off to the site of Natural Bridge Caverns. This natural cave was created by underground water, and the formations continue to grow because the cave always has dripping water. There are a variety of rather spectacular formations, many of which look like some eerie landscape on an alien planet.

The cavern got its name from a rock formation above ground which creates a “natural bridge.”

Dale is camouflaged by the pattern of light and shadow. This is the path down to the entrance of the caverns for the tour.
Dale is camouflaged by the pattern of light and shadow. This is the path down to the entrance of the caverns for the tour.
A tour guide gives instructions. Behind her is the natural bridge for which the caverns are named.
A tour guide gives instructions. Behind her is the natural bridge for which the caverns are named.

Some caverns are cool, so I took a light sweatshirt – I didn’t need it! The temperature was constant between 70-75 degrees; not cool, but a relief from the 95 degree temperature at the surface!

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Ribbon formations on the ceiling of the cave.

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The light shining on this wall enhances the ripple effect.

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Striking example of ribbon formation (looking up toward ceiling).

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Columns, stalactites and stalagmites

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Ribbons and stalactites on the ceiling

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I used the special effects on my photo software to change the coloring in this photo.

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Thousands of tiny stalactites dot the ceiling here, looking like raindrops frozen in time.

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Spectacular “ribbon” formations look like a curtain or a frozen waterfall.

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Natural Bridge Caverns is definitely worth a visit for visitors to the San Antonio area. There are plenty of other “kitschy” tourist places for kids, especially, along the road that leads to the site! Outside the cavern is a large structure for climbing high ropes, zip lining, etc.?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

Daily Prompt: May I have your attention, please?

Today’s prompt was: Are you comfortable in front of people, or does the idea of public speaking make you want to hide in the bathroom? Why?

As a teacher, I’m generally comfortable speaking in front of people, although I have not always been. I use to be extremely shy and shaky, but I overcame my fear after taking a required speech class in college. We had to videotape ourselves giving speeches – it was awful! However, I learned a lot in that class and found myself volunteering in future classes to get up in front of the class to do a presentation. One thing I did was to observe others speaking in front of audiences – such as someone (other than the minister – I mean an “amateur”) talking about something in church, or politicians giving speeches on TV or at live events. I analyzed what made that speaker good or bad. That really helped me, not only in improving my own technique, but also in feeling empathy for the person speaking (especially if they weren’t particularly good at it and weren’t getting the audience’s full attention).

Now, of course, I’m usually in front of people – students – every day, and hope to make the transition to adults. I like to have my students give presentations or read or report about what they’ve read in front of the class and I always have them do Reader’s Theatre. ????????????????????????????They enjoy this and are motivated to do it, but these public displays are also a good opportunity for them to learn what they need to do to engage their audience when speaking in front of everyone. Children often will use their conversational voices when giving a presentation or reading a play, which doesn’t work in front of an audience because they may not speak clearly, or they speak very fast and often not loud enough to be heard in the back of the room. When this happens, of course, the other students start fidgeting, complain that they “can’t hear”, and eventually tune out. We use these occasions to critique each others’ performances, giving the readers feedback of both the positive things they did and areas for improvement.  The criticism has to be constructive, not make the performer feel bad.  Because I have learned to project my voice, I help students work on this, as well as to speak slower than seems natural and to use expression while reading to get their listeners interested.

On the other hand, I am EXTREMELY nervous when I have to sing in front of people. I have been selected to be the alto soloist for our choir on various occasions. I think it is because of lack of confidence, especially later if I have to listen to the recording because I don’t like the way my voice sounds, even when my execution is good.  No matter how much or how hard I practice, my singing performance is never good enough!

Daily Prompt (Sept. 14): The road

The Daily Prompt for Sept. 14 was:
Grab the nearest book. Open it and go to the tenth word. Do a Google Image Search of the word. Write about what the image brings to mind.

The closest non-picture book is: The Green Gables Collection: Anne of Green Gables – 10th word: road

There were many Google images to choose from, but I chose this one, which was one of the first:

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It’s a rainy day – the two-lane road is slippery and somewhat treacherous. Normally I love rainy days in the North Woods, but I was hoping for a hike in the woods. Now I’m getting dizzy as we wind around a series of curves. Dale thought a ride along some of the back roads would be nice, regardless of the rain. He wanted to get out of the house, and so did I. Instead of sulking about what we won’t be able to do, I concentrate on the fresh smell of the soil brought out by the rain, mingled with the pungent pines. The sound of rain all around us is calming. There is no one else on the road; the scenery belongs to us.

You never know what you’ll find along the back roads – perhaps a deer or two will jump out of the woods onto the road and we will slow to a stop to watch them. The doe stops and gazes at us, motionless. We gaze back. Then she regains her confidence and bounds into the woods on the other side of the road. At first her white tail is visible but she is soon swallowed by the thicket of trees. A second deer – much smaller, probably her fawn – leaps out in front of us but she doesn’t stop – she is intent on following her mother.

Today, though, deer do not make an appearance – perhaps they are sheltering from the rain. Still, there’s no telling what’s around the next bend, but it’s certain to contain more pine forest and more rain. Earlier we could see a glint of sun reflecting off a nearby lake, betraying its presence through the trees. Now, though, the sun has completely disappeared behind a blanket of gray rain clouds and we can’t catch a glimpse of anything beyond the trees – except more trees.

Daily Prompt: Luxurious

Sept. 7, Daily Prompt:

What’s the one luxury you can’t live without?

First we have to define luxury. Dictionary.com has several definitions, as follows:

1. a material object, service, etc., conducive to sumptuous living, usually a delicacy, elegance, or refinement of living rather than a necessity: Gold cufflinks were a luxury not allowed for in his budget.
2. free or habitual indulgence in or enjoyment of comforts and pleasures in addition to those necessary for a reasonable standard of well-being:  
a life of luxury on the French Riviera.

3. a means of ministering to such indulgence or enjoyment:  This travel plan gives you the luxury of choosing which countries you can visit.

4. a pleasure out of the ordinary allowed to oneself:  the luxury of an extra piece of the cake.

5. a foolish or worthless form of self-indulgence: the luxury of self-pity.

 

While some people might consider having a computer a luxury, for instance – because their budget doesn’t allow for it and it isn’t necessary for survival – I would consider a computer a convenient extra item to have at home. To me, the computer is practically a necessity, as I do all my writing on it, I apply for jobs on it, I do research on it, I communicate with people by email and Facebook.  But I would not consider it an “object…conducive to sumptuous living.” Therefore, it isn’t a luxury to me.

What about a smart phone, that is, not one that only makes and receives calls? Is it a luxury to have a camera, games, Internet, Facebook, GPS and many other apps in one’s phone. Yes, I suppose so, and if I had to do without it, I could, although I admit it is very convenient because it does all those things – records a memory, entertains me, helps me communicate, and gets me where I need to go. I’d have to wait until I got in front of a computer to go on the Internet or check e-mail. Still, I could do without it if I had to.

Definition #2 fits the sort of luxury I might indulge in – our trip to Texas in June-July was a luxury, and probably we would be better off financially if we’d stayed home. However, traveling to me is an important part of living – it’s a block of leisure time used to see some place new. Also, it is a way of learning new things, things that I would not have as part of my knowledge bank if I didn’t travel. It’s a chance to experience something not ordinarily experienced, which adds to the sum total of the enrichment of my life. It’s something to plan and look forward to and get excited about.

So in fact, if travel is a “luxury,” then it definitely is the luxury I couldn’t do without.  

Peru 2008: Isca Pataza, a rural community

July 3, 2008 (continued)

This afternoon, we were on our way to bring fruit and bread to a rural community and have lunch with them. Before we had left Puno this morning, we had stopped to buy fruit from vendors. The vendors were few and their offerings repetitive – well, it is winter – so we bought lots of bananas, oranges and apples, and I checked out some papayas that one vendor had, but they were both partially rotten. However, I spotted another possibility – a small, permanent tienda, where we found some great tomatoes and purchased two dozen of them.

With our fruit and bread (purchased the previous day in Urcos) in tow, we set out on foot along a path between farm fields, past cows, donkeys, sheep and pigs, and cone shaped stands of straw.

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 At the end of the path, we again ascended a rocky hillside, 

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and when we reached the top, we were greeted by an assemblage of villagers in their native costumes. We deposited our offerings on a table and were addressed by Martin, the mayor of Isca Pataza village.

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The mayor of the village stands near the table of food that we bought in Puno.
The mayor of the village stands near the table of food that we bought in Puno.

Off to the side, a woman and a little girl wearing a “kantu” hat sat next to crafts they had for sale, and beyond them, an older woman was stoking a fire in an igloo of clods of earth, ready to cook potatoes. We were told that we were free to take pictures of whatever we wanted and didn’t have to give tips.

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The first order of business was for us to grab some potatoes from a bag and throw them, like bowling balls, into the fire.

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The fire was then extinguished, the igloo collapsed and dirt thrown over it. It would take about 20 minutes for the potatoes to bake in the hot embers underground.

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The mayor then got everyone together as Edgar gathered us together to greet each other, using the Aymara phrase he’d taught us: “Kamisaraki” (Hello, how are you), to which they replied: “Waliki” (Fine, thanks).

 

First we told them all our names and they told us theirs. Then we asked other questions to each other, including the usual how old are you and where each of us was from. Then the questions got more interesting: I asked what the woman working on black wool was making. I asked this because Edgar had told us the wool of black sheep wasn’t good for anything. The woman answered that she was making a black shawl, like the ones several women were wearing to keep out the cold or carry their babies.

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Sharon (or Val, I don’t remember) asked about the beautiful jackets the women were all wearing; who made them?

 

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This little girl wears a colorful jacket and the cap worn by single girls, meant to resemble the kantu flower.

Martin replied that there was an embroiderer who also was the tailor that makes them for everyone in the village. The tailor was apparently not present now.

 

The questions turned to farming and life in the USA. We were asked whether farming was much like it is in Peru, and we answered that thee were big farms with hired help, and small farms in which the family worked their own land. How much did a farm worker make?

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We estimated about $5 per hour, that this pay was really low and a lot of farm workers were immigrants from Mexico and Guatemala. To make a comparison, the man asked (all the questions were asked by men) how much a quilo of potatoes cost and after some discussion we estimated about $1.50, a very high price compared to here. We also said that farming in the U.S. was mostly done by machine, even by small farmers. But someone brought up the Amish, and how they still farm without machinery and have close-knit communities that work together.

 “I’d like to go there,” the man answered wistfully.

 We also talked about farmers’ markets and how popular they’ve become, and why we like them – the food is fresh, locally grown and tastes better than a lot of food we get at supermarkets that is imported.

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They also asked about our patriotic holidays and how we celebrate them. I answered in Spanish that, in fact, our Independence Day is tomorrow, the 4th of July, and that we celebrate with fireworks, families go together to watch them and have picnics. Wally mentioned lots of beer, which got them to laugh.  The man who asked about this then said that Peruvian Independence Day is July 28 and that they celebrate with parades and parties – lots of drinking too!

So there we were, privileged Americans standing in a line, talking to this group of rural, poor Peruvians, with whom we would seem to have little in common, attempting to conduct an international exchange. These were not desperate or unhappy people. Their lives were simple and their concerns communal, but they were content with their traditions and way of life. Of course they wanted to improve their lives and they enjoyed the gifts of fruit and bread, things that seem to be sort of luxuries – not what they eat every day, not to mention the money they hoped we would spend buying the crafts they had for sale.

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The potatoes were done, dug out and cleaned, and set out with other traditional foods we were given for our lunch:

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fried cheese, a few different preparations of potatoes (including dried or sun-baked), homemade bread from quinoa and wheat flour, sauces for the potato which included 2 salsas made with onions and tomatoes – one spicy and one mild, a sauce made with clay, and two kinds of sweets made with quinoa (which to me tasted identical).

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Quite a starchy meal, but we helped ourselves, spooning the food into clay bowls and ate with gusto, savoring these unusual flavors, as we settled on benches and outcroppings of rock. Our hosts arranged themselves in their traditional community circles of women, spreading their food (mostly potatoes – not what they had given us) on a cloth in the middle. The men came and took their portions, then lined up along the side, leaning up against a wall with the other men.

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We were together, yet not together; the food we ate was traditional food prepared by members of their community, yet it was what they prepared for guests – fancier than what they were eating themselves, a meal of potatoes eaten communally with their hands.

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Afterward, Martin gave us quinoa soup, then a type of sweet popped corn, followed by mugs of muña tea. (Muña is a kind of mint which helps oxygenate the lungs at high altitudes). Each mug was brought to us individually, a sprig of muña in each.

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I emerged from the toilet to find Carol trying to get change from the woman selling the crafts. She’d given her a 50 soles bill, expecting 30 in change. The woman apparently didn’t have change so Carol asked if someone else would like to buy something to make up most of the difference. I agreed, since once again I hadn’t brought any money with me. I knew Dale had some, but figured this was a way to help Carol out of a dilemma.

 This, however, created a problem. The vendors were not all the same. The woman who we had been giving money to was supposed to share it with the actual vendor. I had picked out a wall hanging for S/15, a cloth 3-pocket holder for S/8 and finished off with an assortment of finger puppets and woven animal ornaments for S/7. This came to exactly 30 soles, and with Carol’s purchase, exactly S/50. The woman seemed confused so I tried to explain it, naming each purchase, its price, and how it added up.

 

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Peasant community of Isca Pataza, the sign says. This is their main community building.

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Soon afterward, it was time to leave. Martin eloquently wished us blessings for our journey, home and family, and we said good-bye to each of the women, men and children.

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When we got to the bus, we noticed that one of the women had come down behind us and was approaching, looking concerned. Had someone perhaps left something behind?

 We were all on the bus when she entered and said that she had not been paid S/10 for a piece of her merchandise. She indicated that I was the one who hadn’t paid. I showed her what I bought and told her what I’d paid and that two of us had gone in together and paid the other woman 50 soles. But this woman said the other had not given her all the money and had told her that’s all she had received.

 I was on the verge of just giving her another S/10, but Boris said that if the other woman wasn’t giving her her proper share, then the other was a “ladrona”. They eventually stepped out of the bus to settle it, and Boris apparently ended up giving her another ten soles. I felt terrible and stingy – I should have just given it to her. 10 soles is very little for me and a lot for her.

I hadn’t meant to create a problem, or argue with this woman – I would never cheat someone like that and had only wanted to begin by explaining the situation, then perhaps give her the extra money. But Boris seemed to be handling it his own way, and so I was never given the chance to make amends as I would have liked to.

 

On the way back, Edgar showed pictures from a book on Lake Titicaca, giving us a preview of what we are to see tomorrow. And also a last discovery: a large house on a cliff, constructed with bricks the same color as the rock, complete with a round castle-like turret and many arched windows. Edgar said it belonged to a rich Belgian businessman who built it about a decade ago.

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When we arrived back at the hotel, we said good-bye to Edgar and I tipped him enough for both Dale and me (20 soles). Jayme gave him an additional 10. We plunked down in the room we met at the end of each day, helping ourselves to coca tea and selecting our choices for starters, entrees and desserts for dinner at the hotel that evening.  Finally we went to our rooms to clean ourselves up from the dust and dry windy air before gathering for dinner in the dining room, heated by a blazing fire in the fireplace.

 Some people took Boris’s advice to take a walk after dinner because it’s good for the digestion. At high altitudes it takes longer to digest food. However, we were to set out early the next day and I preferred to stay in the room, write, read and go to bed early.