Studying Abroad in Cuba - More from Jacob!
Hey all,
I am still safe and sound in Cuba! I realized that in exactly two months from today, I will be boarding a plane back to the US, so I decided to celebrate by promising to speak only Spanish from 7:00 AM to 7:00 PM for the rest of the trip. This week was definitely one of the busier weeks for me. For the Tulane class, we had to conduct interviews with Cuban citizens about their opinions and perceptions of Cuba, the revolution, their lives today, and anything else they wanted to talk about. I learned an incredible amount about popular opinion in Cuba, scribed some powerful and eloquent quotes, and had a great time doing so. Some of my favorites:
“Freedom is in your head” “We have to live through it, we have to suffer through it”
“Perhaps, I have faith in what is possible”(In relation to the future of the Revolution)
On Monday, I went to a used clothing store to find some new Cuban clothes. The building did not have a sign outside, just an open door and a constant stream of people coming and going. The inside was hot and packed wall to wall with people and clothing racks. I could barely move around when we went inside, and I was pouring sweat the whole time. The other people in the shop were not wasting any time, moving systematically from rack to rack, they went through hundreds of articles of clothing in the time it took me to look at one bin. I ended up getting a questionable green polo, and some shorts that turned the water black when I got home and washed them.
Tulane sent their president of the office of study abroad to Cuba for the week, so we’ve spent a good amount of time with the OSA president Scott Pentzer. It turns out that he was born in Sacramento and grew up in Davis! So we had plenty to talk about, it turns out we went to the same elementary school. Small world, huh?
The Tulane group had TWO birthdays last week (three total in the house), back to back, so we had a great time celebrating the end of their first score, they both are expecting this set of twenty years to be even better. Our director Annie threw a party for them on Wednesday, and we had a great time eating cake and dancing salsa until late into the night. For presents, I went out and bought them each one box (the size/design of a milk carton) of the cheapest rum you can buy, called Planchao, which I lovingly wrapped with pink ribbon and presented to them with a classy birthday card (stick note). It was basically a weeklong birthday bash, and everyone survived! (Except my pride when I accidentally ordered a martini glass FULL of olives – nothing else- when we were out at a bar. It was quite the misunderstanding, at least they were tasty!)
This week was filled with me being “sporty”. On Tuesday, we found some public basketball courts that rented out basketballs. We played three or four games, and my team did not win a single game, it was definitely a fluke. The following day, a few of the neighborhood kids invited me to play baseball with them. They started with a jagged rock and a thick branch, but eventually decided to get their plastic ball, which made things a little safer. The kids live few houses down and are absolutely adorable. They are 6, 8, and 9, two brothers and their female cousin. They eventually got bored with the game so I started picking them up and spinning them in the air, which they loved, and made me realize how exhausting it is to work with kids. After less than an hour, I was out of gas, and decided to go read.
I had a little extra time this weekend and decided to read the Communist Manifesto. It was really nice just to read something for pleasure again. Even here I still find that most of the reading that I do is for class or research. I experienced an incredible example of the conflict between haves and have-nots on Friday evening. Yo-Yo Ma was performing at a venue downtown, and we went down there to see if we could buy some tickets at the gate. It turns out they had been sold out for two weeks and they were not interested in letting us in. This concert was part of a music festival in honor of Leo Brower, who believes that everyone should be able to gain entrance into a show who wants to attend. After waiting outside, in the rain, for two hours the forty or so people gathered at the pad-locked gate started protesting and chanting, “We want to enter, we want to enter” and “Le-O, Le-O”. It was a really cool thing to be a part of, aside from the being soaking wet part. So now we wait … The proletarians have nothing to lose but their chains. Patience is most definitely a virtue, they opened up the gates and we were seated during intermission, right before Yo-Yo Ma went on to perform!
On Saturday night, I went with a friend to a Foam Party put on by a local club, La Tropical. I must have misunderstood part of the flier, because the first hour or so of the party was actually a car show, which was really confusing. We got to the party to see hundreds of Cubans gathered in a circle to watch these beat up old cars do donuts and spit fire out of their exhaust pipes. The only person in the competition with a relatively new car had a weird little Toyota compact car, which he used to do donuts and spin out. After he got bored with that, he popped the car into reverse, did donuts in REVERSE and kicked open his door, turned on the interior lights, and stood up/out of his car whilst doing reverse donuts. It was definitely a unique experience.
Once the car show ended, they called everyone down to the dance floor and started playing music. We went down, and were very confused by the serious lack of foam and bubbly goodness. Then, I turned around to see a huge blue, oddly phallic, FOAM CANNON! When the beat dropped, they started took their big blue blaster covered every single person from head to toe in foam. It got to the point where I could no longer see nor breathe, and I decided to take a little break. American music is incredibly popular in Cuba, and so we expected the usual songs such as Wiggle, but they threw some curveballs with a dubstep/house remix of We Will Rock You, and decided to turn to Bob Marley when they needed a slow jam. We danced, slipped, and people watched until 3 AM, it was phenomenal!
Wow, this update is getting long, so just one more thing: I went on a cemetery tour to the Columbus on Sunday, the third largest necropolis in the world! Almost exclusively above ground, the architecture and layout were incredible. I took a lot of great pictures, but I am having a hard time attaching photos as of late. It was an intense emotional experience. I was able to reflect on death, and the role of death plays in communities and families. We ended up getting lost in the stone forest of temples, urns, columns, and angels for hours. We eventually found our way out of the maze of wilted flowers, popped balloons, rusted locks, naked baby statues, silent butterflies, and stained glass just in time for dinner. I love and miss you all!
Besos,
Jacobo