Sunday, June 30, 2013

Costa Rica Weeks 1-3

Today marks the end of my third week in Costa Rica.  I was worried that 2 months of attending classes and volunteering would actually wear me out more than give me a break before the next school year's start in August.  I'm realizing this will unlikely be the case.  Will the daily full plates of fried this and that double my waist size?  ...Far more likely.
My first two weeks were spent in the "suburb" of Heredia, north of the capital city San Jose.  Here I lived with a spunky grandmother affectionately called my "Mamá Tica."  (Tica or Tico is the name for any and all things Costa Rican.)  Since it is winter here, it means it rains everyday.  I don't mind this, though, since I often check the Texas weather report and witness dry days of 100+ temperatures.  
I attend classes Monday-Friday for four hours.  Class sizes are never larger than 6 students, so I am always staying engaged and vocal.  The school (interculturacostarica.com) also provides daily enrichment classes in Costa Rican dance, cooking and culture, which I attended often in Heredia.  After enrichment classes, I would either meet up with friends for a chat, work on homework or hop on a bus to San Jose's rock climbing gym.  Those of you that know me, I'm sure, find it unremarkable that I am willing to ride a stuffy bus 30-60 minutes to tear up my hands in a dimly-lit boulder gym for a few hours.  As it turns out, Tico climbers are just as chill, inviting and crazy as climbers in the states.  
The original plan was to spend weeks three and four at Intercultura's Pacific beach campus at Playa Sámara.  I assumed I would take a 4 1/2 hour sketchy bus from downtown San Jose to the coast on the Sunday following my second week in Heredia, but while the school staff was prepping me and a couple Montessori teachers about to head to Sámara with their ninth grade class, my plans took a turn for the awesomer...
The Montessori group was heading to Sámara for their next week of classes, as well, but they were getting a shuttle to Monte Verde for the weekend prior.  This was all I had to know to use my dimple powers to find myself a seat on their shuttle.  Over the course of 30 minutes, I reserved a bed at the field station they were staying at, approved my spot in the van, sprinted 10 blocks home, packed my bags, scrawled a hasty, poorly written Spanish explanation to my Máma Tica, and hauled back to the school to jump on a roadtrip with 6 ninth graders and two vibrant teachers.  
As it turned out, were were staying at The Children's Eternal Rainforest (http://www.acmcr.org/childrens_eternal_rainforest.htm) on of THE MOST biodiverse places on the planet. After an insanely beautiful drive, we hike an hour through the rain to the field station we would be sleeping at for the next two nights.  The field station was set upon a mountain bald overlooking the regularly-active Arenal Volcano, or as we called it "The Lonely Mountain."  It was absolutely breath-taking.  At the forest, we went on a couple guided hikes (one at night) and were blessed with the fortune of getting to listen to a FASCINATING presentation on amphibian decline by the leading frog expert in the world.    Never have I been so inspired and captivated by science!  We also got to go rare frog "hunting" with two of the other leading frog experts and found a rare glass frog two nights in a row!  We even got to see his little heart beating through his skin.  On our day hike, I spotted an elusive umbrella bird as well.  A woman that had been working the in park for 3 years had never even seen one!  On that Sunday morning, we hiked out of the forest and head to Monte Verde's original zipline canopy tour, which was, of course, a total ball.  
After what seemed like an entire week's worth of adventures, the group of my eight new best friends and I arrived by shuttle to our new home of Playa Sámara, and boy have I been enjoying the beach-life since then!  Classes here alternate between morning and afternoon to allow for plenty of beach time around the daily rain.  My new Famila Tica is wonderful, and I am living at a soda (small restaurant) on the beach with a large garden always needing to be weeded.  I walk or ride my bike (loaned to me by a new Tico friend) down the beach to classes every day.  My Máma Tica is an INSANELY great cook, and the coffee here has healing properties it tastes so good.  
I am actually trying to arrange an extra week of classes here before returning to Heredia for three weeks of volunteering at a local school for my final 3-weeks in Costa Rica.  As a surprise to no one, I have made gobs of new friends here from about 6 different countries and all different ages and backgrounds and have concocted about 4 more future career paths to consider.   hahaha  
Basically, life is the same as usual in the strange life of Audrey Speicher, and I am loving and breathing in every minute of it.  It will be a bit of a shock returning to Texas after this whirlwind, but I already feel refreshed and ready to mold the minds of all those little crazies coming to me next year.
I can't receive calls, but can ring you in the US for free or would be happy to video chat or otherwise if you would like to talk/scheme/muse/giggle, so just get at me!
Until next time.... ¡TUANIS!

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Ch-Ch-Changes

Geez.  There are so many things I could write about... my summer in New York, my incredible trip to Colombia, the incredibly difficult process of deciding not to take a teaching job in Colombia, my road-trip home to Texas with my best friend Katie, my upcoming student teaching, my oh, so up-in-the-air decisions for my future, Cindy Guidotti... and the list goes on...
When I'm not feeling particularly poetic (or I find myself trying to blog at 2am, ahem.), I tend to find lists fulfill the purpose of passing on pertinent information just fine.

My List of Things Too Emotionally Exhausting to Go into Detail About Right Now

1.  I loved my job in New York as the Adventure Bound Trip Coordinator.  I felt like I stepped into a tricky situation with a lot of potential for failure, but I feel like I did the best that I could, learned a ton about supervision, organization and the overall dependency of children.  The person that had my job before me (and was the only person to ever have the job) also happened to leave the position with an entire-camp fan club unofficially dubbing me as "The New John Weir."  (That was his name.)  Some tiny spark inside of me hopes that next year's Trip Coordinator will at least once be referred to as "The New Texas Audrey" rather than just "The New New-John Weir."  One can hope.

Storm King Mountain viewed from my favorite hike, Breakneck Ridge, Cold Spring, NY.
2.  I don't think I have the perspective, yet, to accurately describe how I feel about my week-long visit to Colombia and the implications of that trip. That will be for another time. But, I can say that I met some of the most lovely people, visited some of the most inspiring schools, experienced positively memorizing culture, explored a fantastic city and practiced a wonderful language all in just one week.  Even though I made the extraordinarily difficult decision to turn down the job offer I had there, I am SO GRATEFUL for the chance to visit and have the people there confirm things about myself that I am so rarely reminded of in my day-to-day life.
I don't know why my life isn't going down this path, but what I do know is that if it is the right decision for me to turn down this opportunity, I can't even comprehend how incredible the opportunity in its place is going to be.  ---But, so help me, if it is marriage, I will have such a bone to pick with God! hahaha  I sincerely would rather be a nun for the rest of my days than have some dude keep me from having all the crazy, free-as-a-bird experience I want to have. ;)

Bucaramanga, Colombia


3.  So, my bestie Katie came to meet me in New York to take an epically epic road trip back to Texas with me.  It was so much fun.  We saw just about every tourist attraction on the East Coast, had a killer road trip soundtrack and met some great friends along the way.  Now she is all moved into her new home in Austin, and I am back in my eternally gracious family's home in Houston for 3 more months as I finish my teaching certification program.

Katie and I taking over NYC

4.  I start student teaching on Monday in a fourth grade English Language Arts/Social Studies/History class.  I am beyond pumped.  I feel like I should be nervous, but considering the other big ol' life decisions I have been facing lately, this just seems like a lot of fun!  YIPPEEE!

5.  I am looking for jobs at schools with outdoor adventure programs, and focus on experiential education and travelling schools, but if I don't stumble across a miracle and get a job by the time my student teaching ends in December, I am planning to move in with some friends in Austin and substitute teach there, do some networking and keep making moves there til life takes me elsewhere!

6.  LET ME START BY SAYING THAT CINDY GUIDOTTI IS THE GREATEST PERSON ALIVE.  I WISH HER ALL THE MOST WONDERFUL THINGS IN THE WORLD.  SHE IS A SHINING STAR IN THE DARKEST NIGHT AND I ADORE HER WITH ALL THE LOVE IN THE WORLD.  EVEN THOUGH SHE HAS A TERRIBLE MCDONALD'S HABIT, OCCASIONALLY (ALWAYS) THREATENS TO HARM SMALL CHILDREN AND HAS NO OUTDOOR SKILLZ WHATSOEVER, I WOULD STILL CHOOSE HER TO BE ON A DESERTED ISLAND WITH ME BECAUSE WE WOULD NEVER RUN OUT OF THINGS TO DO. WE COULD ALWAYS SING KARAOKE, SNEAK AWAY FROM PARTIES, HARASS WAITERS AT ISLAND DINERS, LAUGH INAPPROPRIATELY, ILLEGALLY BURN STUFF, GET SICK ON ISLAND SWING SETS, LINE DANCE, EMBARRASS THE FAMILY, EAT ISLAND FROYO, BE ISLAND FROYO NUNS, ROLLERBLADE AROUND THE ISLAND WEARING 80'S ATTIRE... AND SO ON AND SO ON.  CINDY IS WINDY.  (EMPHASIS ON "WIN".)
My brother from another mother (but not a brother and also someone else's twin.)

Monday, February 20, 2012

Lists: Favorite Words

peregrine
iridescent
eager
belfry
antithesis
smidgen
hallelujah
hushabye
gusto
Utopia
tabernacle 
revolution
daffodil
peppery
moot
abandon
rendezvous
scrumptious
gumption
tawdry
redemption
satiate
opus
poignant
ransom
ragamuffin
paradox
wrinkle
chutzpah
kismet
darling
filigree
wonky
whimsy

Monday, February 13, 2012

1000 Gifts...

42. Having a back-up plan.
41. Postcards.
40. Crepes.
39. Warm, rainy days.
38. Realizing community.
37. Passing a test.
36. Secrets leading to surprises.

Thursday, January 26, 2012

1000 Gifts...

35.  Muscle soreness as a reminder of hard work.
34.  Friends getting married.
33.  The smell of birthday candles and cake.
32.  Nag champa incense.
31.  The feeling at the end of a countdown.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

1000 Gifts...

30. Grocery store samples.
29. Braided pigtails.
28. Very large, very soft pillows.
27. Watching someone else see a shooting star.
26. Silent laughing with someone else.
25. Jumping into freezing cold water.
24. Passing-on a great book.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Sunshine, Silhouettes & Mason Jars

I found a bunch of vintage mason jars in a junk pile in my parents woods, so I washed them up and took these photos.  Nostalgia.  August 2011.









Monday, November 7, 2011

1000 Gifts...

23. World globes.
22. Having someone to laugh at inappropriate things with.
21. Listening to someone else's story.
20. Blue mason jars.
19. Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Doily Earring Display


I got the frame from Salvation Army, then tacked a doily to the back.  It only took about 15 minutes to get it right.  Cute for hanging on the wall or displaying on an easel on your dresser!
Next I want to try to make an easel from one of the old silver spoons I found at Goodwill!  Like this:

http://www.etsy.com/listing/7401776/fork-easel

Scrap fabric LOVE pillow

I hand-stitched scraps from old t-shirts together to make a cute throw pillow for my bed.

Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Someone at Hallmark deserves a raise...

I got this birthday card from my parents 2 years ago.  What I love about it is that the person it describes is who I aspired to be and also who my parents say I am.  I'd say that is a pretty cool place to be in life.  I keep the card next to my bed where I always see it as a reminder of who I have been, am and aspire to be.

My Daughter
What I Love About You

I love the spirit of you...
the grace with which you welcome each challenge, the childlike wonder that still colors your days.

I love the originality of you...
your willingness to stand out from the crowd... your unique perspective on what's happening in the world and in your life.

I love the wisdom of you...
the way you trust your intuition... your unfailing commitment to doing the right thing.

And most of all, I love the heart of you...
the genuine compassion, empathy, and friendship you offer to everyone you know.

I guess it's pretty clear...
I love everything about you.

And on your birthday, I'm wishing joy and blessings to you, my beautiful daughter and friend.

Thanks Marmee and Pappy!

Saturday, September 10, 2011

A Little Insight/Reminder/Kick in the Seat

No idea who the author of this is, but a friend recently shared it with me, and I want to share it with you.

"Sometimes people come into your life and you know right away that they were meant to be there, to serve some sort of purpose, teach you a lesson, or to help you figure out who you are or who you want to become. You never know who these people may be (possibly your roommate, neighbour, co-worker, longest friend, lover, or even a complete stranger) but when you lock eyes with them, you know at that very moment that they will affect your life in some profound way.

Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us to new understanding with the passing whisper of their wisdom.
Some people make the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile, leave footprints in our hearts,
and We are never, ever the same.

And sometimes things happen to you that may seem horrible, painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection you find that without overcoming those obstacles you would have never realised your potential, strength, willpower, or heart. Everything happens for a reason, nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, injury, love, lost moments of true greatness, and sheer stupidity all occur to test the limits of your soul. Without these small tests, whatever they may be, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight flat road to nowhere. It would be safe and comfortable, but dull and utterly pointless. The people you meet who affect your life, and the success and downfalls you experience help to create who you become.

Even the bad experiences can be learned from. In fact, they are probably the most poignant and important ones.

If someone hurts you, betrays you, or breaks your heart, forgive them, for they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious when you open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but because in a way, they are teaching you to love and how to open your heart and eyes to things."

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

1000 Gifts...

18. Hot air balloons from the highway.

Monday, August 15, 2011

1000 Gifts...

17. A mom that cares when I should care more.
16. On-the-fly cooking.
15. No cavities!
14. Giving a friend the perfect quote.

Friday, August 12, 2011

1000 Gifts...

13. Homemade soft pretzels, raspberry mustard dip and root beer from the bottle.
12. Looking at the moon through a telescope.
11. Blanket burritos on the grass.
10. Eating food straight from the plant.

Sunday, August 7, 2011

1000 Gifts...

‎9. Sharing water with old ladies at the train station.
8. Avacado popsicles.
7. Bike rides through Wrigleyville; game day. 
6. Getting lost. 

Friday, August 5, 2011

1000 Gifts...

5. Proclaiming a new favorite food; huckleberries.
4. Swimsuits on sale.
3. Rosy cheeks.
2. The reflection of sunrise.
1. Braided hair.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Big Announcement

Hi Folks,

So some of you already know this, but to many of you it will be the saddest thing you have ever heard and will probably ever hear.  So, grab a roll of toilet paper (for your incessant tears, of course.) and have a seat because I am about to drop a big freakin' piece of news.

In September I will be moving to Houston, GodBlessTexas, to pursue an alternative teaching accreditation through a program called Region 4.  I was heavily considering staying in Bloomington to obtain a similar certificate but literally the day after I wrassled up all the requirements for my IU application, I decided Houston was the best option for me.
Here's the play-by-play:


IU: $17,000 Tuition=Major debt
vs
R4: $3,700 Tuition=Paid for by this summer's job.

IU: Certificate obtained in 3 semesters with a Masters to follow.
vs
R4: Certificate obtained in 2 semesters.

IU: Would require me to find a job and stay in the Bloomington area for several years after obtaining certificate to take Masters classes and would be hard to relocate with little teaching experience at a Masters salary.
vs
R4: Allows me to apply for job and move where ever I want to after May.

IU: Pay full rent in Bloomington.
vs
R4: Live with sister and get the family discount. :)

So that's how it's gonna be.  Here are the reasons I am super excited and kinda bummed in list form:

Reasons I am Super Excited
1.  In a little more than a year, I will hypothetically be a real person with real person lifestyle, salary and
responsibility.
2.  I get to live with my amazing sister, incredible brother-in-law, hilarious niece and cuddly dog-
nephew.
3.  As a teacher I will get summer breaks to do any/all of the following: travel, mission work, rock
climb, photography, learn to fly airplanes... whatever!
4.  As a teacher I will get to problem-solve daily, teach kids how to think for themselves, mentor kids,
encourage kids, start DI teams, start Bible studies, start rock climbing clubs, coach volleyball, direct
plays... whatever!

Reason I am Kinda Bummed
1.  I will miss being with all of the wonderful people in Bloomington.  I will miss the community created
at the Canvas. I will miss Mark bringing me apples and thermometers when I am sick. I will miss
dancing, singing, praying and crying with Colleen whenever I want. I will miss running through the
golf course at midnight screaming obscenities with Katie. I will miss trying to convince Hannah D to
sleep on our couch every other  night. I will miss Broderick providing me with a constant stream and
perfect balance of hilarity and insight. I will miss Abiola giving me hugs, telling me how white
I am and smelling like she just stepped out of Heaven. I will miss Jackie's boyfriend tees, Stephen's
jokes, Anna's laugh, Rachel and Alena's handstands, Charity's smile, Giff's vocal ellipses, Michaela's
bare feet, Brian's singing and so so SO much more from so many amazing people. You know who
you are (seriously, don't sell yourself short.  I mean you!), and you are deeply loved and will be
deeply missed. You all are the people that have seen me grow and have helped me find who I was
made to be.

However, all is not lost just yet.

I will be in Bloomington for a little bit before I drive down to Texas.  I will come down around August 17th and be in town for a couple days before leading my final kayaking trip for IUOA to Michigan until the 24th.  I'll then probably bum around for a week and a half until Stephen and Lydia's wedding on September 4th and leave for Texas shortly thereafter.  I am super-duper pumped for this time and can't wait to leave town officially and in style. :)

*PS. I lost my phone in Delaware, so if you made it to the end of this message, you win.  Send me a text with your name in it to redeem your major award.








Monday, June 27, 2011

Scrumptious Gumption

"You are not alone."

"Sorry?" I said quizzically as I removed my right ear bud and glanced up at the old man.
"You are not alone," he said matter-of-factly.
I quickly realized that he was not making an existential statement but rather referring to the Air Force sweater I had just slipped on over my black t-shirt.  I noticed his Air Force cap and my cheeks began to redden. 
"Oh, um, I'm not actually in the Air For--" 
"You're going to have to speak up!" he said.
"Oh, right. Err, I was just saying, I'm not actually in the Air Force.  I just work with kids on bases over the summers."
"I bet you didn't know I am 93-years-old," he spouted out, completely changing the subject.  "And I just love it." 
I laughed and the tension eased.
By his tone, I could tell this would not be a short conversation, so I took out both ear buds and paused my latest Netflix episode of 30 Rock.  He continued in his non sequitur manner regaling tales of life on a South Dakota pig farm, daring dramas of rescues as a US Air Force pilot, his summit of Mount Kilaminjaro (at age 65, no less) and the ins and outs of his most recent endeavor, tai chi lessons.
I didn't get a lot of time to share back to him, but it's just as well, I suppose.  He's lived 93 years and I, only 22.  That means he has lived over four times longer than I have, so naturally, he should have at least four times as much to say.  That's how I see it anyway.
We talked for a good 30 minutes before an official-sounding voice came over the loud speaker and started calling for military personnel and passengers with babies to board US Airways Flight 1731.  The old man paused and reached into his pocket for a crumpled boarding pass.  
"Where's your seat?" he looked up and asked me.
"18-C," I answered glancing down at the ticket in my lap.
"Well, how 'bout that!  I'm 18-D!  Isn't that something!" he smiled and shook his head. "I tell you what... If you live a good life, good things come to you!"
I felt as if the joy received from hearing that statement might bubble up and start spilling out my ears.  To some, traveling alone can be an utterly uncomfortable, mundane and confusing time.  But, my random jaunts across the country, engaging with complete strangers, seems to suit me perfectly.  Few things fill me with such a sense of love as intently listening to the words of a stranger who is eager to share.  
As the old man and I stood in line to board, I suddenly realized that I didn't even know his name.  
I stuck out my right hand and said, "Hi.  My name is Audrey.  What's yours?"
"You can call me Ted.  Ted Gourley.  It's nice to meet you."  I smiled and he grin wryly as the airline attendant took our tickets.  I waited for him as he thanked her genuinely, and we walked down the loading ramp together.  

The stories kept flowing as we sat on the runway, braced for take-off, and ordered apple juice once the plane reached cruising altitude.  With each story, Ted got more animated and revealed more and more of his amazing story.  
He spoke of his wife with the most beautiful honesty and candidness.  They were childhood sweethearts and he courted her for seven years before getting married at age 22.  
"She was never the adventuresome type like me, but we sort of balance each other out," he sighed.  "My adventures have slowed down the past seven years though.  She got Alzheimer's, and most of my energy went into caring for my bride.  She died seven months ago."  
The corners of my mouth turned down and my eyes saddened, but he quickly snapped at me, "There's nothing wrong with that at all!  We were married for 71 years, and that's all we could dream of!"  
I smiled.  "You're right.  That's so incredible.  What an honor," I replied.  
That is the perspective of a man with far more life behind him than in front of him.  (But then, who's to say we all haven't already lived most of our days?)  He lives such a life of gratitude and it permeates his very being.  You don't see that much these days.

Our conversation faded with the altitude as the plane began to descend.  Our eyes drifted out the window to the patchwork of fields and country homes transitioning into a smattering of baseball fields, swimming pools and parking lots.  Skyscrapers towered in the distance.
As the plane's wheels brushed the runway at Chicago-O'Hare, Ted suddenly turned to me and leaned across the aisle from seat 18-D.  In his softest whisper he looked me in the eye and said, "Time and age is an illusion between you and I," and just like that, settled back into his seat.
Water filled my eyes.  Here is someone that actually gets it.  He has lived an extraordinary life, but most importantly, he knows greater things are yet to come--in this life and beyond.  
As the other passengers started to gather their things, Ted scrawled his address into the first page of my new journal.   He had me promise to write to him about my upcoming trip to Rapid City, South Dakota, and my adventures beyond.  He, in turn, promised to add me into his biography.  

As I waved goodbye to my new friend and we turned to go our separate ways in the busy airport terminal, I couldn't help but smile and shake my head as I thought about how much God's hands are all over my life.  
This is what I want: to surrender more and more of my life, my schedule and plans, and my expectations to His will and cherish whatever comes my way.  I want to be earnestly grateful for my life lived and my life to come, but most importantly for where I am right now.

I am 22-years-old, and I just love it.


Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Summer comes to multiply

Bon Iver, Babys 


Summer comes
to multiply,
to multiply!

summer comes
to multiply,
to multiply!

and I...
I'm the Carnival of Peace
I'll probably start a fleet
with no apologies

and the Carnival of Scenes...
it grows more and more appealing
but my woman and I...
my woman and I know what we're for
summer comes
to multiply,
to multiply!

summer comes
to multiply,
to multiply!