viernes, 11 de febrero de 2011

los regalos de cumpleaños a kevin

so today is kevin's birthday. kevin doesn't like birthdays, but everyone wanted him to have a happy one anyway. we'll be spending the weekend in san lucas toliman. this village in the left of the photo. awesome.



and because i think sometimes he is exhausted of my company (and one person singing is never quite as nice as lots of people singing), here are some birthday songs for kevin.



from new places: new orleans, new jersey, new york, new zealand




and from other places: DC, california, connecticut, massachusetts.

enjoy.

























from jake, etc.















everybody loves you! happy birthday :)

miércoles, 9 de febrero de 2011

we are elsewhere.

A few days ago, I heard about this writer, Colleen Kinder. Jennifer took some travel writing classes with her last year and told me about her new book project. Ms. Kinder is traveling around the world meeting with Americans who are living abroad. She wants to know why. She basically asks people,
"Can you tell me in one word why you are living abroad?"


I really started to think about this, as I reminded myself that this is the second time (for Kevin too) that I have lived abroad for a period of time. I usually had answers for "Why are you going there?" or "What are you going to do there?" But I never really thought about the trips like a residency, even though they are. I never considered my travels to be part of a larger migration pattern of Americans that leave the "land of opportunity" to pursue something elsewhere.

My friend Joe also created a super neat program, based on Facebook info, that shows you a map of where all your friends are located. I started to think about where a lot of my friends are today, and they are at all corners of the globe. For real- New Zealand, Korea, London, Oregon, Ecuador, Texas, Halifax... And in the last few years, people I know are constantly traveling. I'm thrilled to be living in a time where I can know these things and still communicate with friends thousands of miles away. I'm also lucky to know such marvelously talented and interesting people that share my fascination with different cultures/time zones/languages/etc.

Kevin and I came up with some words... and in all honesty, our words for this time in Guatemala are entirely different than words we might have chosen for our time in Peru or the Netherlands. That's what is so neat about traveling, living abroad or even just leaving home. I don't believe that anyone needs a reason to do these things. And it's almost impossible to make concrete plans.

That's the beauty of it: being abroad forces you to learn flexibility, patience and tolerance. It allows you discover your personal limits and boundaries in a way that school and the workplace can never teach you. Traveling away from home allows you to truly live and learn what makes your life unique, and how to best cultivate your decisions to adapt to your surroundings.

Does that even make sense?? I don't know. Just something I've been thinking about recently. And also- wanted to graciously thank my parents and family for allowing me to pursue my life abroad and supporting me every step of the way.

So the three words I came up with were "space to think." Which is not one word at all, but these things happen when you live abroad and your English vocab starts to slip down the tubes.
I had written a bit more on this, but blogger deleted it. Which is probably a good thing, because it sounded a lot more pompous than I intended (using a blog for personal reflections is not really my thing). But yeah, living in Guatemala, with a substantially different lifestyle, has given me the chance to step back and slow down from the rhythm I had in DC, and think about life a bit more, instead of just rushing to a next shift, errand, or destination.





sábado, 5 de febrero de 2011

Coffee in Guate, pics from Stacy

Hola,

It's been a while since I've posted, largely due to laziness, but also in some small part due to busy-ness.
Yesterday evening I just wrapped up 3 days of teaching a coffee prep at FEDEPMA (with a ton of help from Stacy), and that was just the culmination of a couple week's worth of prep work.


Before I left Guatemala for the holidays, the directors at FEDEPMA asked me to teach a course on coffee prep for some workers, friends, and associates of the cooperative, since we have an espresso machine that nobody knew how to use, and we're thinking about setting up a cafe as an additional source of income.


I didn't really understand how overwhelming it was going to be before I started working on it, and of course I procrastinated and didn't do any work while stateside. First of all, I haven't taught anything in a semi-formal fashion since the last time I taught swim lessons. Fall 2007. It's been a while. Second, coffee geek language and concepts are hard enough to explain in English. Trying to find the words in Spanish to explain "over-extraction," "settling and distributing the grinds," "even tamping," "blonding," "stretching the milk," etc. was a lot more time-consuming than I expected. Third, even though most of the teaching was hands-on and demonstrative, I did use PowerPoint for some of the theoretical explanations. I forgot how much I hate Powerpoint.



Bane of my existence.

Overall though, it was a great experience. And, with a bit more practice next week, some of the participants (not all - some just don't care) could become pretty good at making great coffee. In three days, we attempted to cover basic theory of the factors behind a good cup of coffee, black coffee prep by three methods (automatic, pourover, french press), how to pull espresso, and steaming milk for espresso-based drinks. Waaaay too ambitious, particularly considering that some of the participants had never had anything besides Nescafe, but it's been an awesome start.


The positives of the experience with a few pictures first, then a bit on my sort-of boss at FEDEPMA, Doña Loida, and other sources of frustration during the past three days.


The pluses:


1. Coffee: Obviously, I like coffee, and learning more about it is part of the reason I came to Guatemala and started volunteering/working at FEDEPMA. Teaching and lesson planning forced me to learn a lot more about coffee and how to explain it, both in English and Spanish. Also a good reminder that I am a nerd (about bikes, coffee, etc.).



2. Behind the bar: even though there were days in DC when I thought I wasn't that great at it, I do miss working the espresso machine. I think it's safe to say Stacy feels the same way. So this was a good time to play around a little bit and make some drinks. Stacy also helped me figure out why sometimes my milk was inconsistent, so I think this week helped me improve my skills a bit too. Bonus lesson for me.

Steam the milk.



Bury the milk.


Admire the day's winning pour.


Not the winning pour.

3. Teaching: honestly, it feels good to help people learn. And more than that, it's refreshing to see people who are interested in learning, and to watch them get better at pulling shots, pouring, or whathaveyou.

Bilson, distributing some grounds.


Ahhh, so this is what 30-40 lbs of pressure feels like.



Vicenta, with her own pretty damn good cappuccino.


4. Nuevos amigos: Met a few new people during the seminar, which is always a good thing.


Luis, full concentration on the milk.



5. Language improvement: Teaching (and being corrected by Guatemalans about how some of my colloquial translations just didn't make sense) helped me learn some new vocab and reinforced the fact that I have to work on several things I say wrong all the time, without any good reason (el leche, por ejemplo). I think it helped Stacy, too, who was basically co-teaching the whole time.



Now, the frustrations:

1. The colloquial language barrier: already mentioned, but holy crap, we have so many subtly-different words in English, not including coffee slang. Trying to explain techniques and coffee flavors (besides it tastes like coffee) was not easy.

2. The setting: we don't have a permanent place to set up the espresso machine or other coffee equipment. Which meant that every morning I had to move an 80 lb espresso machine to a new location. Not ideal for the espresso machine, and it's nerve-wracking because the machine costs at least $3000 dollars. Dropping it would have been a huge bummer.

The espresso machine also takes an hour to warm up. This was a problem for day 3, when the two people who have keys to the room we used forgot themat home, and I couldn't turn on the machine until 10 min before the scheduled start of class.

The sanitation station: Day 3 we were in a room right next to the coffee processing equipment.



3. I let Perla set up the PowerPoint one day and she put a virus on my USB memory drive.

4. Too many people. 11 people trying to learn on one single-grouphead espresso machine just doesn't work. Way to crowded for any personal space, and it's tough for everyone to get a turn. Plus, with 7 Guatemalan women bickering in Tzutujil, I believe the class was what Herb Williams calls a "hen party."


The espresso machine is only 15" wide. There are way too many people in this picture.


5. Frustration breeds apathy. This happens when teaching or learning anything new, but for a few participants, difficulty pulling good shots, steaming milk, or pouring led to a whatever attitude. It's not easy to do it well, so messing up a few times, particularly when the teacher can't explain things very well, shouldn't be a surprise...



Yeah! This is fun!

Ugghh...this is not easy. Eff cappuccinos, I'm sticking to instant.

6. Doña Loida Margarita: Holy crap, my boss is some type of insane looney tunes character. The woman can be so endearing some times, but drives me insane on other days, like all three days of this course. Definitely only listened about half of the time, and didn't really ever figure out espresso, but did feel like she could tell everyone what they were doing wrong.

Also, after day two, I was cleaning up, moving cups and whatnot back into the roasting room, where we store everything. Then I went to get the espresso machine. I can't see what's in front of me when I'm carrying it (like carrying a TV). Between the time I left the roasting room and came back 2 minutes later, Loida decided that she needed to move two cinder blocks into the doorway. Slammed my left foot into one, and my shin into the other, and almost dropped a machine that costs more than 3 months of most FEDEPMA employees' salary. And I was told that I should do a better job watching where I'm going. Great.

"Hi Kevin, this is my 'I'm pretending to listen, but I'm definitely not' face."

Boss of the portafilter.

Tamping while resting the portafilter on its spout is the 2011 sign for care and precision.



Get it.



"You're doing something wrong, and I feel like telling you about it."



Anywho, besides the fact that I definitely need a Loida vacation, and that the past week's been exhausting, it was an awesome experience. I think we're going to keep working on espresso in smaller groups this week, so everyone can dial in their skills a bit more. No more Powerpoints for a while...and some rest, rather than lesson-planning time, come night time.


And, if you haven't heard yet, we just bought our return tickets to the US for March 28. Flying into Boston, spending a few days in CT, then road-tripping down to TN to drop Stacy off in Norris. Then we start a hopefully-not-too-long period of unemployment at our respective parents' houses. Any job offers?