After spending the New Year in the States with family and friends I couldn’t help notice how accustomed I have become to the way of life in La Boquilla. I was finding myself wanting to continue many of the habits I have picked up down here, but would then realize that I was in the States and that I no longer needed to execute the given task in the La Boquilla manner I have become so used to. Here is a list of the top 10 daily differences that I faced in the States.
- Throwing toilet paper in the garbage--I kept catching myself wanting to throw toilet paper in the garbage because in La Boquilla you don’t flush the paper.
- Leaving the lights on in my room as I left--In my room if I leave the lights on, LESS roaches will sneak into the room. Don’t get me wrong there are still thumb size flying cockroaches, but just LESS of them. However, I forgot that that is not a problem in my parents house.
- Putting in ear plugs at night--Outside my room there is a rooster that begins calling at 4:00am, crying babies, and my family doing the laundry. Thanks Mom and Dad for not waking me up with your hysterical crying fits.
- Waiting for my dishes to taken by my mom-- My host Mom literally takes all of my dirty dishes from the table and cleans them herself. My REAL mom....Not so much.
- Walking outside barefoot or in sandals-- In La Boquilla the preferred footwear is either barefoot or sandals, but you can’t really do that in 30 degree weather
- Where dressing up means wearing jeans and a polo-- For the first time since swearing in I was forced to wear a tie. I guess the NYE party was not in agreement with the Boquillero laws of formality.
- Jogging along the beach-- With the cold temperatures I was so unmotivated that I did not even dare to exercise while I was home.
- Babysitting-- I wasn’t having to break up disagreements between kids.
- Eating with just a spoon-- I was so surprised to see that there were other utensils for eating meat beacuse in La Boquilla every meal is eaten with only a fork.
- Waking up in my own sweat-- By far the most pleasant change was not having to worry about sweating through multiple shirts.
By no means am I saying that life in the States is better than life down here in Colombia. Because now that I am back, it was great to walk outside without shoes, jog on the beach, and see my host family again. I am merely pointing out how different the two lives are and that I guess that over the past year I have become pretty used to life on the Colombian coast.