Tuesday, May 29, 2012

El Día de Ñoquis


In Uruguay and Argentina, it is a tradition to eat gnocchi on the 29th of each month. Supposedly, placing cash below your plate ("plata bajo del plato") is good luck, signifying that you will not be without cash for the coming month. It's certainly the most delicious superstition I have encountered in my life.

Naturally, we topped of dinner with a little "amor profundo".

Monday, May 28, 2012

Spotlight on: mate


"Mate" is more than beverage, it's a lifestyle. Seriously.

To give you a very basic rundown, mate (pronounced MAH-tay) is a hot drink, not unlike tea, which is created from the infusion of hot water and yerba in a hollow gourd that has been cured beforehand for this purpose. It seems to fall into the family of hot, caffeinated beverages with cult-status followings (e.g. coffee and tea). 

What really sets mate apart from other drinks, besides the taste, is the social component; the mate is generally meant to be shared among a group of people--a bit like a peace pipe. The ritual has its own rules of etiquette, the finer points of which still escape me although I do know the basics. Basically, one person will pour hot water from a thermos into the yerba-filled gourd and pass it to each person in the circle/group in turn. It is considered a breach of etiquette if anybody is skipped or if you take too long to drink on your turn and/or don't finish what you're given (which can be difficult sometimes because the bombilla is made of metal and it gets quite hot). Also, if you say "thank you" when you hand the gourd back to the leader, that means you're done. 

Mate is the "green eggs and ham" of the Río de la Plata, if you will, and any foreigner who refrains from trying it will be just about as successful as Seuss's protagonist was against Sam's ham. I almost posted a version of the famous poem, substituting "Benito" for Sam and "un matecito" (little mate) for green eggs and ham, but I got bored typing it all up. Also, I don't actually know any Uruguayans named Benito, so I obviously couldn't include the story for fear of conveying a cultural inaccuracy.

Had I gone through with it, however, the name would have been the only invalid part of the story. Uruguayans (and Argentinians) actually drink it everywhere--on boats, with goats, in the rain, on trains, in the dark, in trees, in cars, boxes, houses, here and there...you get the idea. One of my professors even shares a mate with his students mid-lecture from time to time. They have come up with a whole slew of interesting places to drink mate (see below). Dr. Seuss, eat your heart out.

In the end, I feel the same way about mate as I do about coffee and tea––I certainly don't mind drinking it occasionally, especially pre- or post-all-nighter, and I might even crave it now and again, but I'm never going to be an aficionado. Nope. I won't bring a mate home for any reason other than to cure the bouts of Uruguayan nostalgia that I'm bound to have in the coming years.

Here are a few of my favorite mate sightings since I've been in Uruguay:


Left: that's my shadow drinking it's first mate at the highest point in greater Montevideo, la Fortaleza General Artigas, during a field trip I took with the kids from Trampolines earlier in the semester. 
Right: On the same trip, groups of us visited the old jail cells of the Fortaleza, where the curators have so kindly included life-sized replicas of a prisoner and his priest. Naturally, adding a mate to the scene gave the display a more realistic quality. 
 

Left: That's our bus driver in Tandil, Argentina. He's got a propane-fueld hotplate (actually, an open flame) up front with him so that he can heat the water for his mate while he waits for us. [For the record, he did not use the hotplate while the bus was in motion. Argentinian bus drivers can be a bit sketchy at times, but there are limits.]
Right: This is Leticia, one of my classmates at Católica, teaching me how to prepare a mate (they use the verb "to arm", btw, which I think makes the whole process a lot more epic). One of my proudest accomplishments since being here, I'd say.
Above: I'm currently writing a paper for my internship about education, child labor, and the situation for children on the streets in Montevideo. This is one of many drawings that was included in a guidebook for people working to address such issues. I found this picture intriguing for a number of reasons (at this point I realize I've taken too many SOC/PSYC courses NOT to find things like this fascinating, but anyway...), not least among them the addition of the mate. Almost every drawing in the handbook features something similar. 

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Es el amoooooooooooor!


"Amor profundo" by Jaime Roos is officially the theme for my Uruguayan semester. 

I'll have you know that it's on repeat as I write this.* You would do well to do the same as you read. Just a suggestion.

You know those songs that will forever be connected with a certain period of your life because every time you turned on the radio, went to the grocery store, used the ladies dressing room, or went to sing karaoke with your friends, IT was there? [For example, this song will always remind me of my freshman fall of high school.] "Amor profundo" is a bit like that, but not. I don't necessarily hear the song everywhere I go, but it does seem to keep popping up. Not to mention it's a hellofalot classier than "my humps."

My second or third weekend here I went to this huge summer concert on the beach with what I swear was about half of Montevideo (the younger half, mostly). It was excellent because it was free and because the lineup essentially consisted of Uruguay's most famous music artists, like "cuarteto de nos" and Mr. Jaime Roos himself accompanied by a number of famous murga singers. 

The problem with going to an event like that so early in your abroad experience, by the way, is that you have ZERO appreciation for how great it is. Your only indication is the fact that everybody around you knows every word to every song. Basically, it was 50,000 people crammed onto one tiny beach, and every time those first few bars played, they simultaneously had the "oh-hot-damn-this-is-my-jammm" face--it's a powerful sight, ladies and gents. I took videos, but blogger won't let me upload them; it's a shame because I just happened to take a video of the first part of "amor profundo", and the pure joy (and tone-deafness) of the crowd in that moment is impressive. 

It's also my host nephew's favorite song to sing/dance to, and he demands that I play it for him on my computer every time he sees me. Their family comes to dinner at least a couple times a week, so it happens quite a lot. So much, in fact, that Francisco has started calling me "amor" instead of "Angela."I can't say I mind that too much. Just look at that faaace...

And now I'm writing a paper on murga as an artform of the Río de la Plata. Murga is a mix of theatre, music, comedy, and sociopolitical commentary. It's a bit difficult to appreciate it fully as a non-Uruguayan and/or non-native Spanish speaker, but every once in a while a song will "click" for me. "Amor profundo" is an example of one such murga song; it popped up in my suggested youtube videos after watching so many stage performances as "research" for my paper. 

The lyrics describe the "profound love" that the artists have for their music--a sort of anthem for murga performers. For the most part, they are not professional artists full time, but rather the bankers, construction workers, shopkeepers, and bus drivers of Montevideo who love the artform and become murga artists to compete in the Uruguayan Carnaval during the summer months (December-February here). 

I'm super bummed my semester didn't have any overlap with Carnaval, but I guess that's just another reason to make it back here someday. For now, I will peruse youtube for the best performances and listen to AMOR PROFUNDOOOOO with Francisco. I think the kid has a future as a singer; he already knows more of the lyrics by heart than I do.

If you're still reading this, I just want you to know that I love you. And I'm sorry it's been so long since my last update. I might post pictures from my trip to Argentina and my birthday later. Definitely I will post some pictures of the Peñarol vs. Nacional action and about learning how to prepare a mate, so stick around for that.

*Actually, I'm going back and forth with a little wiggle wiggle; great combo, I know. The man has a free downloadable version up now, in case you're as obsessed with his version as I am.