Posted by: tyradeckard | April 20, 2009

The Last Chirimoya

It’s fall in Santiago. You can tell because the city suddenly seems a lot more crowded. The metro is filled with groups of students in their black and white catholic school jumpers and uniforms (los pinguinos). The nights come sooner and are getting colder. I had to bring the blanket back out of my closet and onto my bed. It’s much more difficult to find chirimoyas at the fruit and vegetable market.  In fact, I haven’t seen any chirimoyas for quite a while.  The traffic under my window seems twice as loud at night (or maybe that’s not a sign of fall as much as proof that I’m slowly going crazy from lack of decent sleep due to those “weones” with their loud motorcycles).

But the days are still beautiful and sunny, and I hope this nice weather sticks around for a while. A student told me he heard predictions that it would stay this way until well into May. Good for me, since I really hate winter. But not so good for Chilean farmers who rely on the rains that come in winter, which seem to arrive later and later each year.

I’m a lot busier with classes, yet another sign of fall. My students have all returned from their summer vacations, are slowly getting caught up at work, and are finally ready to devote themselves (ha ha) to the grueling task of learning English.

While my guitar lessons are temporarily on hold due to changing schedules (and I need to be more self-motivated with my practicing), I’ve been listening to other people make some beautiful music (although I must say that no one compares to Damien Rice).

Keane came to Santiago in March. Great music, and some interesting lighting/technology effects. But I saw very little of the actual band due to my height (or lack of) and having tickets to the “cancha” (no seats, standing room on the floor only). I left the show with a crick in my neck from trying to lean/ twist/ stretch/ look around the tall people standing in front of me.

 

Ed, me, Ale and Marcela at Blondie

Ed, me, Ale and Marcela at Blondie

Then I had an opportunity to get a cheap ticket to see Blondie, Rick Astley, and a-ha in the same arena. I verified that this time I would have a seat to the side of the stage. Blondie was great, I’ve only recently discovered how many Blondie songs I love! And I was surprised that Debbie Harry looked so young; I know she must be about 60 now. I only knew one song each from Rick Astley and a-ha, and I remember watching their videos on VH1 when I was about 8 years old, so it was really fun hearing them live.

 

I have a vivid memory of my mom taking me to school at Longfellow Elementary in our tan Astro minivan, and Rick Astley’s song came on the radio. “Never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never gonna run around and desert you….” “I hate this song!” I yelled. “It’s been stuck in my head all week!” Well, I guess I don’t hate it so much anymore, since I sang along with it at the concert!

 

The road to Mendoza.

The road to Mendoza.

I made a very quick trip to Mendoza, Argentina, where I went shopping, laid in the park reading a book, and ate some deliciously cheap food in outdoor cafes (where they played Blondie AND Rick Astley on the radio while I was eating, but no a-ha).

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All of the bathrooms in Argentina have bidets..

I’m really curious about this. Do people really use them? How? Can anyone explain to me how this works?

 

 

And finally, I’m not sure if this is good or bad news; I bought a one-way ticket from Santiago to the U.S. My scheduled date of departure is July 1. So I plan to really take advantage of the few months I have left in Chile. I may not return quite so soon this time.

Posted by: tyradeckard | February 9, 2009

There’s still a little bit of your song in my ear…

A lot of really good bands have been coming to Santiago more and more often in the last three years.  I’ve seen a few great shows (Manu Chao, Calexico), but I’ve opted out of a lot of big names that were pricey and crowded, and since they weren’t my favorite musicians, I decided to just save my money until someone who was really worth it came.

So one night recently, I got a text message from a friend saying, “Damien Rice is coming to Chile, but I guess you knew that already.”  No!  I didn’t know already!  I did a little happy dance after reading the message, than ran to my computer to find out how to buy tickets.  When I navigated to the ticket site, there were 8 seats left in the VIP section, 38,000 pesos (about $70), much more than I wanted to pay, especially at this time of year when I don’t have many classes, therefore not much income.

I thought about it for a while, had no idea what to do, sent a message back to my friend telling him my dilemma, then went to bed.

That night I dreamed that I was in the airport, about to get on a plane to go see Damien Rice.  But as I was standing in line to board, I realized I couldn’t find my ticket.

In the morning, I had a new text message from the friend, it said, “Buy the ticket, go listen to the music and be happy.”  I thought that was great advice, so I did. And by the time I made the purchase, there were only three seats left.  Whew, just in time!

I only bought one ticket.  I didn’t have time to try to find someone who wanted to go, and I was pretty sure none of my friends would want to pay that much. I’d never gone to a concert alone, but Damien Rice was worth it.  And the more I thought about it, I loved the fact that I could be that independent (I came to Chile alone, why should it be so hard to go to a concert alone?)

The big day came.  Another of my friends starting sending me countdown text messages (”24 hours to Mr. Rice”, “Just 5 more hours”, etc.).  It was exciting!

I entered the theater, found my section, row, and then seat.  And as I was stepping over someone to get to my seat, he said my name: “Tyra?!”  Coincidentally, I was seated right beside Luis, a friend of a friend from Colombia, who had also come to the concert by himself.  We were so surprised to see each other, and talked excitedly about music until the show started.

Damien Rice came out, just himself and his guitar.  He was doing a short South American tour without his band, because a friend had asked him to do a benefit concert in Brazil, and at the last minute he added a few other cities.  I’m so glad that it was this way, the music was beautiful, and the show was so intimate.  He told stories about the songs and made jokes with the audience.  He even took requests.

There were a lot of people in the audience with cameras, including Luis, who was recording everything for his girlfriend who was out of town and couldn’t be there.  Damien Rice made several comments throughout the first half of his show about all the cameras, and he worried that if everyone spends their life “creating memories”, they miss life.  A few songs after that comment, he asked if there was any one in the audience who didn’t have a camera.  A few people raised their hands, me included.  So he invited us all on stage.  I though it was a joke at first.  I stood up, than sat down, then stood up again uncertainly.  Then I saw people start to go up, so I went.  We crowded in a group around Damien, and he assigned us parts of Volcano (my favorite song) to sing with him.  We sang the song, and all the people still in their seats recorded.  As I was standing up there, a few feet from Damien Rice, I could barely believe it was really happening.  I kept thinking, ‘I can’t wait to get home and watch this on YouTube’. (Hehe, good thing all those people brought their cameras!)

For Blower’s Daughter, he asked them to turn down the lights and turn off the speakers, he stepped away from the microphone, and sang us a version so heart-wrenching it brought tears to my eyes.  In fact, I got teary-eyed a few times during the show.  If you don’t know his music, just listen to a few songs and you’ll understand.

I hoped the concert would never end.  I felt like I could’ve stayed there forever.  But it did end, and I left the theater feeling very excited and happy.  It was absolutely and completely without a doubt the best show I’ve ever seen.

Fortunately, I can relive it all through YouTube, and I have been!  I found a really good, clear version of all the people on stage singing Volcano, but I was too far over into the shadow to make myself out in the video.  Oh well, at least I know I was there.

Posted by: tyradeckard | January 11, 2009

Wring out the old, bring on the new

 

I counted down to 2009 on a rooftop in Valparaiso, Chile, with an old friend and several new friends, and a glass of champagne in my hand.  Then we watched a spectacular fireworks display that stretched along the coast in both directions as far as we could see.  It was a nice way to start the year, and I’m feeling very optimistic about 2009.  

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Last year was a challenging but rewarding year for me.  2008 started off with some personal struggles, from which I believe I have learned and grown more than I could have imagined at that time.  This last year showed me what wonderful friendships I have in my life, and what a wonderful life I have, really.

So here are some of my favorite memories from 2008:

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1.  March: Going to the beach with Dad and TamaraPichidangui is one of my favorite beaches in Chile.  It’s beautiful and not very crowded.  Dad and Tamara didn’t listen to my warnings about the sun in Chile and Tamara ended up with a blistering sunburn.  She had finger marks above her nose where she had hastily applied sunblock, and a man in Santa Lucia Feria asked her if she fell asleep with her hand over her face.pichidanguisandchile

 

 

 

 

2.  April:  My short-lived experience as the singer of a band.  Jorge truly made one of my dreams come true when he called up his musical friends and scheduled a practice room and formed our band (which I’m not sure ever had an official name.)  the bandI think the other band members were a little skeptical at first, but I won them over with my special peanut butter cookies, and we had some really fun practices, until I left for Peru and then Kentucky.cookies

 

 

 

 

3.  May:  John’s visit and our trip to Peru.  We met a Belgian girl named Isabel on the bus in Chile, and she joined us for most of the trip.  John and I don’t always see eye to eye (fortunately we had Isabel there to break up some of our spats), but I’m so glad he came and impressed that we are still friends after all this time (and drama). “Buchas” gracias, amigo!214geysers tatio

tyra and john machu picchuWe started in Santiago, took the bus to San Pedro de Atacama, where we stayed a few days, then went on to Peru, where we stopped in Arequipa, Cusco, Aguas Calientes, and Machu Picchu. 

Machu Picchu was incredible, and our hotel by the river in Aguas Calientes was damp, but beautiful.

 

 

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4.  June and July:  Being back in Kentucky after 1 and a half years.  It was so good to see everyone again, although sadly there were a few people I missed while I was in the states.  But I even ran into a few unexpected people in Mayfield.  I’ve always said you can’t go to the Mayfield Wal-Mart without seeing 20 people you know.ky lake

Jorge visited, too, and I made sure he ate plenty of fried okra, although his favorite thing he tried was “tater tots“.  We went camping at Land Between the Lakes, where the raccoons ransacked our trash, and we sat in the car through a flash thunderstorm (something I really miss when I’m here in Chile.)caucenes

5.  September:  Dieciocho in Cauquenes.  Julia, Leandro, Esteban and I spent the national holidays in an old adobe house in the country.  We flew kites, drank homemade wine, bathed in the well, and just enjoyed being there with each other.  The outhouse had a beautiful view of the rolling hills…How often do you get a view like that while you’re sitting on the toilet?

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100_26566.  November:  Haley and Fena’s wedding reception.  Beautiful location, buena onda, 100_2618wonderful people, delicious food, open bar and dancing nonstop ’til the morning.  Need I say more?

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7.  January-December:  All of the wonderful moments I shared with Julia and Leandro.  Julia has been such a wonderful friend since I arrived in Santiago 3 years ago (and long before that, too).100_2752  Chile feels a little lonelier since she and her son went back to the U.S. on December 30.  I wish the best for them in their new home and new adventures, and I know that I’ll see them again soon, but I have to get a little nostalgic right now and say that I will miss making lunch with Julia and talking about our lives and friends here, watching Leo grow bigger, learn to crawl, then walk, then speak, singing “Itsy-Bitsy Spider”, struggling to stay up watching Heroes with Julia after she finally got Leandro to sleep, then spending the night there and being woken by hugs and kisses from Leandro.  I will even remember with a smile the not so great times, like the night Leo got sick and I had to help clean up puke from the floor, bed,100_18791 and everywhere else it reached (you should know how squeamish I am about vomit), and there was also the day Leo threw my cell phone down the water-filled drain in the garden (amazingly, it still works, after being taken apart, blow dried, and replacing some of the parts!).  I don’t know what I would have done without you both in the last year.  Thanks for everything.  Besos from Tia Tyra.

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That is part of life as an English teacher in Chile; people come and go, and I find myself saying good-bye a lot more than I’d like.  But I am so lucky to have met the people and formed the friendships I have here.  Happy 2009 and thanks to everyone who made last year so memorable.100_2999100_2877100_2933

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