Monday, December 31, 2007

Third Week Language Barrier

Tomorrow (the new year) will be exactly three weeks since I landed in Caracas, and tonight it was the first time I noticed that I'm starting to have trouble speaking in English. While my internal monologue remains Spanish-free, as soon as I start speaking my pronunciation comes off with a strong Venezuelan accent and the speed I speak is much, much slower like I have to translate everything from Spanish, followed by my internal monologue developing a thicker accent as well. It doesn't get better in Spanish, either, because when I speak it I still feel that I'm translating from English first.

I seriously need to call someone to test my English.

Friday, December 28, 2007

No Milk for You!

I woke up early this morning, and I wanted to eat something like cereal to calm my rumbling stomach, but there wasn't any milk in the fridge. It wasn't because my parents didn't buy milk, but because there is a general shortage of milk around these parts.

My sister tells me that if she drives by a convenience store or a bakery where there is a crowd of people, she stops whatever she is doing and goes there because she knows the crowd is for something like milk. She's seen women FIGHT over the milk, and due to limitations every family can only get two of whatever is available, anyway.

There are two types of milk in Venezuela. The most common one is powdered milk that comes in a tin can and one mixes it with water to make it liquid, typically used to mix with coffee and so forth. The other is liquid pasteurized milk that one can typically get from the cold dairy section in the supermarket; the kind that is used for cereal. Usually they're either whole milk or skim; none of that 2%, 1%, 0.5%, 0.25%, etc. that one sees in American supermarkets.

It's insane to think that milk has become pretty much a luxury here while at my own house back in Pittsburgh every one of my housemates drinks a different kind of milk, so typically we have two or more bottles in the fridge. And if the milk goes bad, we just get more milk.

I hope eggs and butter don't start disappearing, too.

Saturday, December 15, 2007

In Venezuela, Again.

I just got back "home" for the holidays. It's been a year since I was here last, and I feel more confused than I thought. When I was flying from Caracas to Barcelona, where my family lives, I had to pay some flight tax and when the lady gave me some coins back I couldn't really do the math because I couldn't really think that those coins would add up to the 1000s.

Nothing seems to different, just a few new roads, but the usual mess seems about the same.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Don't cry, Chavez; you can't always get Yes for an asnwer. It's still a democracy, right?

The votes are in favor of No for the constitutional reform, but it's very close, perhaps too close: 51% to 49% to be exact. Chavez may have to step down in 2012, but I bet he has some dirty tricks under his sleeves left. We'll see what happens next year.

Sources: BBC, The New York Times, El Nacional (Spanish), El Tiempo (Spanish)