On Tuesday we left Alajuela and set off for Monteverde, but took a detour in order to spend a few hours in La Carpio, a massive shantytown of 35,000 and one of Costa Rica's poorest communities. The population is largely comprised of Nicaraguan immigrants (many without papers) and in a classic case of Not In My Backyard, the Costa Rican government held the threat of deportation over the folks there in order to quell opposition to the installation of a massive landfill right on the outskirts of the community. The fumes are pungent and there are significantly more cases of respiratory illness than the national average, especially among children. We went to a combination women's co-op and montessori school for lunch, where we were treated to a short play about an immigrant family.
Before leaving, we hiked down to a river in one of the poorest sections of La Carpio. Since there is little infrastructure in most of the shantytown, grey and black water merely flow downhill, unfiltered, ending up directly in the river. There is also a considerable amount of trash scattered over the cobbles in the shallows. Despite its absolute filthiness, in the hottest days of the dry season, children still swim there to cool off.
They have two daughters, Kathi and Malory. Kathi and her husband, Jose, live in the basement of the house, and Malory lives nearby, but is around nearly all the time with her adorable three-year-old daughter Naomi (nah-oh-mi). They have four dogs (Scrappy, Bruno, Chizpa, and Canela) and a cat named Pelusa, which just had a kitten one month ago. The kitten doesn't have a name yet, so they call her Pelusita. They also have chickens and a rooster that roam about the yard, so I feel right at home. Yesterday, we had fried chicken for dinner that I may well have met a few days ago, which was quite good (Dona Yolanda said "mejor que el pollo del supermercado") and I talked with my host family about the prevalence of farmer's markets here.
Last night we watched a scrimmage on TV between Costa Rica and Venezuela (futbol). Naomi is rarely content to sit still for long, so I kicked a little ball around on the floor with her while the game went on. Each time before she kicked the ball to me she would shout, "Estas listos por el campionato?" ("Are you ready for the championships?" I met my host aunt and uncle yesterday evening, along with their kids, which was nice. I had a brief and halting discussion en espanol with Uncle Samuel about Quakers, whom he opined were "gente muy simpatica" (very kind people ). I told him I agreed and tried to make a joke about their dog, Muneca, but I'm not sure I got my point across.
The center where we study is beautiful and smells like plants, coffee and woodfire (the latter probably from Johnny's Pizzeria next door), which is good because I'll be spending a lot of time there, as will all of the other students in my program. There are 21 of us and we'll be taking classes Monday thru Saturday for three months, with the exception of two extended field trips. I hope we get one or two saturdays off so I can hike over to the Meeting House and play ultimate with some Friends. The beer here isn't much to call home about, but it's ok. The most popular is Imperial (el cerveza de Costa Rica), but I have also tried Bavaria Negra and Tona, which is a Nicaraguan lager that tastes kind of like a Belgian. The Bavaria Negra is my favorite, which manages a darker caramelly flavor without being too sweet. Well, I should probably go do some book-learning, so I'll leave you with some pictures of the center and the vistas.
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