Bienvenidos
Welcome to The Third World. First, I would like to thank my sister Naomi for entrusting me with the empire which she has worked so hard to build. I would also like to thank her for introducing me with a picture that makes me look like I just swallowed a live hamster. I know she loves me, but she has a subtle jealous streak which sometimes makes her do bad things to me.
In Baby Adventure Traveler, Naomi made a few amusing remarks about traveling; “what’s the deal with airplane peanuts?” and the like. I however, plan to go a bit deeper in my journals. I am introspective and I will be taking a closer look at the relationships between cultures and individuals in my search to figure out how I fit into the whole grand scheme.
Why “The Third World?”
My father’s world – that of the Gringos – is a world of individual achievement. These people hold records for the world's richest man, the world's fattest man, the world's fattest twins, and stuffing the most French fries into one's mouth. These are people that conquer the unknown and do not believe in setting limits. For them, it is better to clean up messes like foreclosure epidemics, environmental meltdown, Iraq, and four-dollar-a-gallon gas spikes than proceed with caution.
My mother's world is the world of the Latinos and for them the family is the most important unit. So important, in fact, that their desire for more children often cannot be contained to just one spouse. In this world, the ubiquitous, libidinous soap operas called telenovelas are considered reality shows. For scripted entertainment, Latinos are content to watch either a middle aged man dressed as a baby or a silicone-stuffed blonde in a tube top doing anything.
My world is the third world, the one where these two come crashing together. My third world is a confusing mix of contradictions and complements overlaid on whichever country and culture happens to play host. Africa has been a fascinating introduction to life, but to really explore this world, I have decided to move the team to Hermosillo, Mexico. Geographically, Hermosillo is right in the middle between my mother’s family in Costa Rica and my father’s in Minnesota. It is a Latino city that lies close to America, just four hours south of Tucson and nestled firmly under her cultural wing. I think it will play a lovely desert backdrop to my adventure journal. Please check back often for updates.
Un beso,
Lainey
In Baby Adventure Traveler, Naomi made a few amusing remarks about traveling; “what’s the deal with airplane peanuts?” and the like. I however, plan to go a bit deeper in my journals. I am introspective and I will be taking a closer look at the relationships between cultures and individuals in my search to figure out how I fit into the whole grand scheme.
Why “The Third World?”
My father’s world – that of the Gringos – is a world of individual achievement. These people hold records for the world's richest man, the world's fattest man, the world's fattest twins, and stuffing the most French fries into one's mouth. These are people that conquer the unknown and do not believe in setting limits. For them, it is better to clean up messes like foreclosure epidemics, environmental meltdown, Iraq, and four-dollar-a-gallon gas spikes than proceed with caution.
My mother's world is the world of the Latinos and for them the family is the most important unit. So important, in fact, that their desire for more children often cannot be contained to just one spouse. In this world, the ubiquitous, libidinous soap operas called telenovelas are considered reality shows. For scripted entertainment, Latinos are content to watch either a middle aged man dressed as a baby or a silicone-stuffed blonde in a tube top doing anything.
My world is the third world, the one where these two come crashing together. My third world is a confusing mix of contradictions and complements overlaid on whichever country and culture happens to play host. Africa has been a fascinating introduction to life, but to really explore this world, I have decided to move the team to Hermosillo, Mexico. Geographically, Hermosillo is right in the middle between my mother’s family in Costa Rica and my father’s in Minnesota. It is a Latino city that lies close to America, just four hours south of Tucson and nestled firmly under her cultural wing. I think it will play a lovely desert backdrop to my adventure journal. Please check back often for updates.
Un beso,
Lainey
posted by Catalina | 4:07 AM
1 Comments:
Hi Catalina, Nahomi and assistants!
Enrique and I are thrilled to hear that you are relocating closer to us.
We are still here in Basalt, Colorado. I will be starting my fifth year at Basalt Elementary School and we are still fighting with US immigration to get a "Green card" ASAP.
But... we are good!
Please, keep on writing. We are looking forward to your updates!
Marisol and Enrique.
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