Monday, 5 July 2010

days of mint
















Sometimes there are days like this
days of mint
you pluck it and you peel it
you wash it
and you talk about the garden in the shade
the heaving of the leaves
the squirrels claiming the trees
the hare that came to adorn the grass that morning of quiet
the finch with the black mask and the crazy colour of orange
you pluck it and you peel it by the root
and you wash it with your sorrows
and you talk about the smell lingering on your fingers
you drink it in the hope that it heals
you talk some more
about the odor of summer
the moist in the lawn under your feet
the dirt between your toes when you wash them under the tap
sometimes days are like this
days of mint

(L)

Sunday, 4 July 2010

Ballerina





Georgie has been following dance classes in a small town north of Chicago, called Evanston. Her classes are pre-ballet, but they include a lot of posing. Lately, Georgie has developed a real knack for doing dance poses in the street. Here is Georgie today at the park totally ballerina!

And to think that she has never watched Madonna's video of Vogue back in the early 1990's. What a cute little star!

(L)

4th of July



Today, the US celebrates independence from the British. The 4th of July is Independence Day. As I write this I can hear the riot of fire-crackers, bombs, explosions, rockets, fire-works, you name it!, going up in the distance, most likely above the lake. We thought the show would take place yesterday, but after waiting for two hours by the shore of lake Michigan, together with dozens of other people, we realised that something was amiss... yep, the show is today! But we were misinformed. Georgie did see a few fire-works yesterday but she got scared with the noise and didn't want to go out tonight.

We took some pretty photos of Chicago in the distance, from Montrose harbour, which is literally five minutes by car from where we live. The light was so beautiful towards the early evening, it kind of looks as if the city was floating on air, or just not there. We had to share.

By the way, according to many historians, and as heard today on Public National Radio, the day Americans should be celebrating their independence is really the 2nd of July, because that's when in 1776 the colonies voted to become independent from Britan. On the 4th of July, the Declaration of Independence was sent out for their signature (which happened on the 2nd of August). So, all these years in Brussels when we celebrate Georgie's birthday together with the "4th of July" on the 2nd of July, we are actually being historically accurate. Eh bien, who would have thought?!

(L)

horse-driven carriage




Our days in Chicago include a number of touristy things such as driving around down-town on a horse-driven carriage. Georgie saw the horses and it was hard to resist. But at 40 bucks the half hour we though it was a bit of a rip-off. I mean, the guide knew less about Chicago than we did! He asked me if I knew the book Devil in the White City. I told him, "Of course, I read it". He didn't say much after that (our guess is that he hadn't read it). We learned from our guide that the Gold Coast is called the "Viagra Triangle" (apparently old men congregate in this area to entice young women to romance), and that cool young people hang out at Pilsen (the old Czech neighbourhood of Chicago) and Wicker Park (the old German/Scandinavian neighbourhood of Chicago). Thank you very much for this very crucial piece of information! Anyway, Georgie got to feed the horse a carrot at the end of the ride and that was a real treat for all concerned.

By the way, the book he mentioned is quite interesting. It was written by Erik Larson and it tells the story of the 1893 international Exposition in Chicago, with a parallel story of murder in the White City (the name given to the Exposition celebrating Columbus' arrival to the Americas in 1493, because of its grand classical buildings covered in white plaster and illuminated by electric lights, a real novelty in those days). The book, although a work of fiction, is based in real facts and the author really captures the feel and the atmosphere of Chicago as a great industrial city trying to compete with the more "ancient" and civilised New York, and assert itself not just as a place of money, but also of culture and bourgeois leisure.

(L)

LA PIÑATA




In keeping with tradition, we had a piñata for Georgie's birthday this year. When we celebrated Georgie's 2nd birthday in Chicago in 2007, we also had a piñata.

It's a result of direct influence of Mexican culture in the US. And although it was first adopted in the southern states bordering Mexico, it's now part of US culture in many places like Chicago where there are significant numbers of Latin Americans living (here they call them Hispanics); just north of our house, in Rogers Park, there are so many signs in Spanish along the streets that you would think to be in Mexico. It's quite nice, actually.

Georgie chose a piñata in the shape of Baby Elmo (a popular character from the series Sesame Street, whom Georgie is particularly fond of). Georgie, Lily and Grace had a good time decapitating Elmo to get to the chocolates inside. Poor Elmo...

For those of you less familiar with the history of piñatas, here is a direct quote from Wikipedia:

"In Mexico, piñatas are believed to have originated among the Aztecs, Mayans, and other native peoples of Mexico, who made clay pots in the shape of their gods. The pots were meant to be broken forcefully with poles and sticks, so the contents spilled to signify abundance or favors from the gods. Historians tell us that during the birthday celebration of the Aztec god of war, Huitzilopochtli, priests hung a clay pot on a pole in the temple. The pot was adorned with colorful feathers and filled with small treasures like bead ornaments, colorful or painted stones, berries, or nuts. When the pot was broken with a stick the little treasures spilled on the feet of the god as an offering. The Mayans played a game where the central player’s eyes were covered with a cloth while he tried to hit the pot that was suspended by a string.

It has also been reported that the Spanish conquistadors brought the piñata practice to Mexico, where it became very popular perhaps due to the similar Mayan tradition of breaking clay pots. But the Spaniards soon changed the meaning of the piñata in the new world. It is believed that at the beginning of the 16th century the Spanish missionaries that went to America lured converts to their ceremonies by using piñatas. The friars cleverly transformed the traditional clay pot ceremonies into religious instruction sessions. They did this by covering the pot with colored paper, and giving it an impressive, perhaps evil appearance. The decorated clay pot may have represented Satan or evil deeds who would wear a pleasing mask to seem attractive and deceive the non-Christian.

The modern piñata tradition is said to have originated at the same time as the Christmas posadas, in Acolman de Nezahualcoyotl, in the present state of Mexico, near the archaeological site of Teotihuacan. In 1586 the Augustinian friars in Acolman received authorization from Pope Sixtus V to hold what were called "misas de aguinaldo", which later became the posadas. It was at these masses that were held in the days leading up to Christmas that the friars introduced the piñata. They used the piñata as an allegory to help them in their efforts to evangelize the native people of the region.

The original piñata was shaped like a star with seven points. The points represented the seven deadly sins, and the bright colors of the piñata symbolize temptation. The blindfold represents faith and the stick is virtue or the will to overcome sin. The candies and other goodies inside the piñata are the riches of the kingdom of heaven. Thus teaching that with faith and virtue one could overcome sin and receive all the rewards of heaven.

Nowadays, piñatas have been adopted in many parts of the world and have become a more common sight at parties and celebrations, especially in México, Central America and the Southern United States, mostly due to the close influence from Mexican culture.

In Puerto Rico, Ecuador, Peru, Venezuela and to a lesser degree other Latin American countries, piñatas are traditionally present only at children birthday parties. They are usually made of cardboard, colorfully decorated to match the birthday party theme (superhero, princess, or any other creative design) and filled with candy, chocolates, small toys and confetti. Colored strings (long enough to reach the ground) are attached to the bottom of the piñata, where a trap-door is hidden under the decoration. The piñata is then hung in a central location for everyone to see, but the strings are kept out of the reach of children. Toward the end of the party, usually after the cutting of the cake, an announcement is made that the piñata will be 'broken' and each child is given an empty party bag. All the children gather directly underneath the piñata and each child is given a string to hold. Then, at the count of three, the children pull their strings all at the same time. This opens the hidden trap-door (or 'breaks' the piñata) and the children receive a shower of candy and confetti while they rush to fill up their bags with the treats.

Piñatas have also been introduced to Europe over the last several decades, although at a much slower pace. India is one of few countries outside of the Americas to have adopted the Mexican tradition of the piñata for cultural celebrations."

(L)

Happy Birthday Georgie!




Georgie became 5 on the 2nd of July. We had a little party at our place with Annie, Alison and their children Lily (4) and Grace (9). We had hot-dogs and fried chicken (yes, sir) and feta cheese salad (a wink to Europe).

We bought the cake at Dominik's (a sort of American up-market Delhaize) and according to our friend Annie the icing was much better than at Jewel Osco (the competition). Now we know!

The three girls played a lot in the garden and were introduced to arts and crafts by Luis.

It was a thoroughly enjoyable evening and we were very happy to meet Annie and Alison (such good conversationists!), whom we had only met online (a friendship that started with Luis more than 5 years ago when we were looking into the possibility of adopting in the US). Annie and Alison used to live in New York, but moved to Chicago for work. It was meant to be, of course, us meeting them here.

(L)

Road Etiquette

Jarl and I have noticed one thing about drivers in Chicago: they don't let you cross the road unless you are right in the middle of it, and even then... you better watch out!

You can be holding a five-year old by the hand, you can be on a wheelchair (we saw it with our own eyes!), you won't get across unless you stick your foot right into the middle of the road, or unless there's a specific sign saying that you must give priority to pedestrians (and even then, you better believe in prayer or you may end up "fried", as we say in Portugal).

Here the car is KING.

It will make us reassess our regular disparaging of Brussels traffic and their general lack of manners. On the other hand, here drivers roll their cars not very fast (sometimes so slow as to drive us crazy with impatience...) and have good road etiquette (making signals when turning, waiting in line, stopping when a stop sign appears, etc.). However, when it comes to pedestrians it's a whole different kind of attitude.

(L)