Saturday, February 13, 2010

Yellow

A bit of yellow to brighten your day...

A faithful companion for a boat ride and a beer - Austin, TX.

Raw silk - Hoi An, Vietnam.

Walls of the old Fortaleza - Maputo, Mozambique.
Rafting in a crocodile-infested (!) river in Swaziland.
Bananas for the local market - Boane, Mozambique.
Colonial Portuguese architecture - Ilha de Moçambique.
Passing the time away - Trinidad, Cuba.
Bondinho - Santa Teresa, Rio de Janeiro.
The kitchen wall - Casa Rosa, Rio de Janeiro.
Still life - Chobe, Botswana.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Advice for People Moving to Maputo

I often get emails from people who are considering or preparing for a move to Maputo. Many of the questions from prospective residents revolve around the same themes, so I decided to consolidate some of my answers in one post. Hopefully it will be helpful.

First off, please note that this is obviously my personal opinion, based on my unique experiences during nearly 5 years spent in Mozambique. We all have different perspectives based on where we are from, our expectations, our respective levels of comfort, our neuroses, our prior experiences living abroad. A bit of information about me to help you "interpret" my advice about living in Maputo:
  • I am female, born and raised in New Mexico until I was 15. From the age of 15 on, I essentially got nomadic fever and did a series of exchange programs and stints abroad that took me to Brazil, Italy, Austin (Texas) and many, many places in between.
  • I lived in Mozambique between the ages of 23 - 27. I went there as a single girl, but nearly immediately got into a relationship with the man who eventually would become my husband. So for all practical purposes, I was part of a couple while in Moz.
  • I had previously lived abroad by myself several times, including in Rio de Janeiro, which can be a wonderful but pretty tough city. I consider myself to be quite street smart, and am not shocked by very many things these days. Rio was pretty much my comparison city for a lot of my observations about life in Maputo.
  • I moved to Mozambique to work as a freelance consultant for private sector development projects, as did Ricardo (my husband). Neither of us had a job package, our housing wasn't paid for by an employer, and we didn't have the same structure/support that a lot of people have through NGOs or Embassy jobs. As a result of being freelance, our cash flow was often highly unpredictable so we tried to live on as much of a budget as possible.
  • That said, while I am totally willing to be a trooper and live in whatever circumstances are necessary, I appreciate a certain level of comfort when available/feasible. I value beautiful things, a clean house, a safe neighborhood, running water, etc.

Now that you have a bit of information about who I am and where I'm coming from, here is some advice on living in Maputo from yours truly.

1. Housing

Maputo is expensive when it comes to housing, almost outrageously so. I wrote an entire post on finding housing in Maputo here, so please read that for more detailed information. In a nutshell, you can't really find a decent 2-3 bedroom apartment (read: older, non-renovated kitchen and bath, but typically with beautiful hardwood floors and lots of 'character') in a desirable neighborhood for less than US$850 per month these days. You should really budget US$1,000. If you want to live in a new (or recently renovated) apartment, definitely think more along the lines of $2,000 and up. There are lots of cute houses in Maputo, but they come at a premium, somewhere around $2,500 and up for one that is safe and in a good neighborhood.

Speaking of neighborhoods, try to find a place in Polana, Sommerchield or Ponta Vermelha. They are all centrally located, have lots of retail/entertainment options close by, and don't require the use of a car for 75% of the things you might want to do. Sommerchield II, Triunfo and Costa do Sol are nice neighborhoods as well, but they are far from the city center, and having a car is a must. There are also some decent options along Av. 24 de Julho and Av. Eduardo Mondlane up into the Alto Maé neighborhood, but these are definitely older apartments with potentially higher security issues.

2. Safety

In my opinion, and certainly compared to places like Rio and Joburg, Maputo is a safe city. Obviously your opinion might be different if you've never been to or lived in a city with real violent crime problems. Compared to a small town in Europe or the US, Maputo may seem a bit intimidating. You need to be street smart in Maputo, for sure. 95% of the crime that happens in the city is a result of opportunism (i.e. someone driving with the window down while talking on the phone has their cell snatched out of their hand by a guy running by on the street). There are cases of home robberies, carjackings and assaults, but for the most part they are non-violent and relatively rare. Most importantly, if you are the victim of a crime, you should cooperate with whatever the criminals want and NOT RESIST. People get hurt when they protest or react to what is happening. No laptop/wallet/phone is worth getting hurt over!

The keys to staying safe are a) to be discreet - don't flash around your wads of cash, use cheap/small jewelry, don't use a giant digital camera in places you are unfamiliar with, etc.; b) be fast about entering and exiting your car and your home, and don't linger in the car chatting with a friend if you drop them off after a night out; c) vary your daily routines as much as possible so you aren't predictable; d) don't walk around unfamiliar places at night; e) don't walk alone in isolated places, day or night, even if you are jogging (and when you jog, don't wear an iPod!); f) don't answer the door for people you don't know and that you didn't ask to come to your house - if it's a company employee at the door, make sure they show id before you let them in, and it might even be a good idea to call the company to verify they sent someone. There are more tips, for sure, but these are the ones that come to mind now.

3. What to bring from home

Maputo is growing so quickly that it's hard to say you will be able to find thing x but not thing y in the city. The bottom line is that you should bring anything that is crucial to your health or happiness with you. This includes specific medicines, your favorite face cream or vitamins, the makeup brand you can't live without, a tea or perfume or treat that reminds you of home, hobby supplies you can't live without, books in your language that may be difficult to source outside your country, etc. In general you can find whatever you need either in Maputo or across the border in South Africa, but you will likely pay a premium, and you may not find the particular brand you want. Clothes and shoes tend to be of shoddy quality and quite expensive in Mozambique (save for the occasional treasure found at a second-hand market), so you should bring those things with you for sure.

After several years living in Moz, my "bring from home/stock up while visiting home" list consisted of: clothes, shoes, makeup, face cream, books, canned green chile, powdered red chile, real vanilla and almond extracts, pão de queijo mix, electronics (much, much cheaper in the US), journals and jewelry supplies. Actually, jewelry supplies were the main one. Ricardo actually rejoiced the day we moved because, among other reasons, we'd never have to haul beads and sterling silver findings through customs and security checks again for a very, very long time.

4. Do I need a car?

It depends on where you live, where you work, and how much you want to travel (in comfort). Taxis are plentiful in Maputo - and we have a great guy, Zeca, to recommend - and many things are within walking distance, so it's definitely feasible to live well without a car. We went without a car for 2.5 years and it was fine. However, once we bought our car (a 1996 Honda CR-V) our quality of life definitely improved. We could travel with more ease, we went out a night a lot more, and we were more effective at grocery shopping because we could purchase more than we could carry.

5. How easy is it to find a job in Maputo?

Not so easy. If you are a foreigner and plan to work in Maputo, it's best if you line up a job prior to your move. I'd say don't count on finding a job on the ground unless you are a specialist in a field you know is in demand and is under-represented among the foreigners and Mozambicans currently in the workforce, or you have some ace up your sleeve that will guarantee you land a job. Mozambique recently changed the law regarding employment of foreigners, making it much more difficult to work there if you are not local. There are quota systems and time limits, the whole 9 yards. Definitely read the law (the link above has the versions of the law in Portuguese and English) and know your rights and restrictions regarding employment. The new law even regulates volunteer and consulting work, so a lot has changed from the days when international consultants and do-gooders could work with no real paperwork or Government approval required.

6. Health

There are decent health facilities in Maputo, not so much in the rest of the country. Do your best to stay well and avoid accidents, and take out international health insurance that will cover you in case of something catastrophic, including the need for air evacuation. There are several clinics in town that are perfectly fine for routine procedures and consultations - Clínica Sommerchield, Clínica 222, Clínica Cruz Azul, Instituto do Coração, and the Swedish Clinic, just to name a few. For more complicated procedures or to see certain specialists, it's best you go to South Africa.

Be sure to get all the recommended vaccinations before you move to Moz - it may seem like overkill, but take it from Rico's experience, it's better to have a vaccination than to get, for example, Hepatitis A and have to suffer through it. In terms of malaria, yes it is a risk. Talk to your doctor, your employer and friends on the ground to see what they recommend. Everyone goes about malaria prevention differently. It depends on where you are (geographically), what kind of work you are doing, any risk factors or health conditions you may already have, how long you will be in an endemic area, and your comfort level with the possibility of contracting malaria. Personally, I didn't take malaria meds. Neither did Rico. But we were fully prepared for the possibility and consequences of contracting malaria and decided the risk was acceptable given the potential side effects of being on meds for multiple years.

7. I have other questions...can I contact you?

Yes, for sure. If you write me a nice, personal email asking for my advice and giving me some information on who you are and why you are moving to Moz, I will almost certainly respond. If you send me a mass email or a request that makes it seem like it is my obligation to advise you how to get a job and find a house in Maputo, I might not.

Edited to add:

8. Portuguese

Your experience in Mozambique will be greatly enriched (or at the very least, facilitated) if you learn some Portuguese. There are increasingly more language-learning options in Maputo, including group classes at the Brazilian Cultural Center, as well as private Portuguese teachers of varying competence. If you are interested in learning Portuguese and want to attend a class, I suggest you check with expats already on the ground to see if they have recommendations. I've heard some horror stories about teachers who don't know their grammar, and who can't provide adequate explanations to confused students about why a particular tense or word is used in a certain context. You can also learn using a program like Rosetta Stone, or the Michel Thomas method. Either way, it's worth your effort to learn even a bit of the language.

The "problem" is, it's eminently possible to get by in Maputo without ever learning more than two or three words of Portuguese. There is a giant expat community that often uses English as a working language, there is a large South African population in the city (and increasingly more Zimbabweans looking for a new lease on life), many Mozambicans have lived abroad either for work/school or during the war, and due to the fact that Mozambique is the lone Portuguese-speaking country in a sea of English-speaking neighbors, your everyday random citizen is much more likely to know a couple of phrases in English (or even be fluent) than, say, in Brazil where bilingualism is tied to social class. It is feasible in Maputo to speak English to waiters, crafts sellers and some taxi drivers and manage to get what you want most of the time.

The good part of the predominance of English in Maputo is that it makes it much more tourist-friendly; the bad part is that it permits expats to go for years, really, without ever learning a lick of Portuguese.

I admittedly had a huge advantage upon moving to Mozambique in that I already spoke super fluent Portuguese as a result of having lived in Brazil as a teenager. That said, make no mistake, there is a big difference between Brazilian Portuguese and Mozambican Portuguese. The accent and vocabulary are influenced by Continental Portuguese (Portugal), but there are also lots of regionalisms and locally-specific slang. I actually had a hard time understanding a lot of people in my first 6 months in Mozambique, and even after all the time we lived there, I would still occasionally run across someone - a guarda or empregada, for example - that I couldn't understand to save my life, and vice-versa!

Orange

'Orange' you in need of a little procrastination? I am, apparently...

My bridal bouquet.
Fantastic sunset captured through the car window - Bernalillo, New Mexico.

My artisan friend Maria, modeling her own dress design in Maputo.

Cannon at the old Fortaleza in Maputo.

Tile rooftops in Gorizia, Italy.

Incredible (and delicious) food art in Hue, Vietnam.

The Imperial City at Hue, Vietnam - all patterns created with broken pieces of ceramic.

Temple decoration at Bat Trang, Vietnam.

Dinner at a beautifully decorated restaurant in Hanoi, Vietnam.

Entryway at Casa Rosa, Rio de Janeiro.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Red

A new series here on the blog, 'cause I'm all creative and stuff now that I'm in art school. ;)

"Pássaros" by Valentim, one of our favorite paintings acquired in Maputo.

Sr. David, a community maize miller in Guruè, Mozambique.

Church on Ilha de Moçambique.

Our living room in Maputo.

Our nephew Felipe, a budding photographer and walnut-collector.

Detail of a boat on the Mekong Delta, Vietnam.

Temple entrance at Hue, Vietnam.

Chili peppers for sale in Sapa, Vietnam.

Antique crystal chandelier and red wall at Casa Rosa, Rio de Janeiro.

Graffiti detail in Santa Teresa, Rio de Janeiro.

Catching Up

So what's been going on lately in La Vida Casa Cali other than endless jewelry making and work on my website? Lots, really, and unfortunately I've been a bit lax about recording it all despite keeping with my goal of 15+ blog posts per month in 2010. (PS - do you see Pria in the photo above? He is fabulous about "helping" me with my jewelry work.)

My Grammy was here visiting for a couple of months, which was wonderful. Since she lives in Italy for most of the year (and Rico and I lived for so long in a place that wasn't mail-friendly or regular-phone-call-friendly) we haven't had much of a chance to catch up over the years. We got to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas together, as well as several days just hanging out.

One particularly nice outing we went on was a ferry ride from Larkspur to Embarcadero in San Francisco proper. It was a gorgeous day, my aunt and uncle were in town, and our neighbors from across the street joined us for some fun - an ideal way to spend an afternoon, for sure.

Stairs are no problem for my Grammy, who is well into her mid-80's. She uses these alpine sticks and breezes up or down without a problem. It's very impressive, a big motivation to keep up on the exercise (which she credits with her mobility and good health).

Rico and I are still total tourists here in the Bay Area, especially in San Francisco.

Although taking the ferry was a new experience for us, the beautiful day made it photo-worthy regardless. Blue-green water, green hills in the background, bridges and cute houses seemingly around every corner.

My beloved Resident Alien really enjoyed the ride, but secretly wished we'd been on something with sails. I, on the other hand, was happy the bulk of the ferry made for a relatively smooth ride. Still, I had to stand outside on the deck in the freezing wind, because that was preferrable to staying in the indoor passenger area and getting seasick. It happens within minutes if I'm inside a cabin on a boat, no matter how big. I even suffered on the gigantic overnight ferry I took over a decade ago between Brindisi (Italy) and Piraeus (Greece).

Thankfully there were no episodes of seasickness. Just the Bay Bridge in all its postcard-worthy splendor, the salt of the Pacific in the air, and a great day spent with family and friends. I love that it's so easy for us to take these mini-holidays. This particular outing was, I believe, on a Wednesday afternoon and took only a few hours yet was so totally refreshing it felt like we'd been on vacation!

Highly recommended if you are ever in the Bay Area. You can also take the ferry to Sausalito and a host of other destinations.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Better Stock Up on Capulanas...

Judging from this photo of Beyoncè taken at Morro Dona Marta in Rio, capulanas are about to become the next big celeb thing. Check out all those colors and patterns! Of course many of us have known that wax print fabric (capulanas/kangas/etc.) is fabulous for clothes for quite some time, but it would be quite a kick to see it catch on with the Hollywood crowd.

I'm actually really looking forward to the video from Beyoncè and Alicia Keys' new song they are working on together. Should be pretty fab if the still photos from the video shoot are any indication.

Friday, February 05, 2010

20% Off for First 10 Customers

Leopoldina Earrings - from the Krobo Fusion collection at www.alexandraamaro.com.

There's nothing like a little celebration after days (or months!) of hard work, right? Well, after all the long nights of photo editing, copy writing and wire-wrapping I logged in preparation for launcing my new web site, I think a little party is definitely in order.

To say thank you to all of you lovely blog readers who have supported me in quitting my day job and finding the courage to call myself a proper jewelry artist, I'd like to offer a 20% discount on any piece listed on www.alexandraamaro.com. This offer is good for the first 10 people to make a purchase on the website, so click on over and have a browse right now.

Enter promotion code FIRST10 to get your 20% discount. You will see a box for promotion codes when you click on your shopping cart.

Cheers to you, my friends. May this be the beginning of an inspiring new career.

Tuesday, February 02, 2010

Launched!

After hundreds of hours of wire-wrapping, photo-editing, wine-drinking and all-around hard work, my jewelry website is finally on the air.

Come visit me at www.alexandraamaro.com!

Special thanks to my web designer Brian, my great friend and jewelry model Tara, to Rico for all the pep talks, and to everyone else who has encouraged me along the path to quit my day job and become a full-time jewelry artist.

Saturday, January 30, 2010

Getting Back on the Horse

The workout horse, that is. It's time to, as they say in Portuguese, tomar vergonha na cara and get back to an exercise regime. I was doing great back in Maputo thanks to weekly sessions with Liliana the personal trainer, but the move to Casa Cali threw a wrench in my motivation (and time) to exercise. Now that I've finally settled into a routine with school, jewelry making, errands and life in general, it's time to get back in shape.

I tried going to a dance class the other day, but the studio was frustratingly closed and I lost my momentum to go back the next week and try again. All of the Nia classes I've found require using the car, which is a huge pain as there is NO parking near any of the studios. I really, really wish I could find a Nia studio near BART, but alas it doesn't look like it's in the cards, at least this semester. So I've decided to go for the next best alternative - personal training near school.

I found a great studio that is literally 1 block from campus, which means it is easy to get to right after class, and the likelihood of procrastination/laziness is much less than if I had to come home and leave again (or drive!) to go to work out. Also, by paying for personal training it actually helps me take advantage of my workouts. I feel a much greater obligation to actually go and give it my all, as opposed to joining a gym or doing group classes somewhere (other than Nia, of course, which I love and am always motivated to do).

I have an intake consultation on Tuesday, and am really looking forward to getting active again. I was so proud of what I accomplished in Moz in terms of core strength and muscle tone, and it's a shame to see that most of it has slipped away in the few months we've been here in California. Time to get back at it, one step at a time.

Friday, January 29, 2010

Photo Day

My gorgeous friend Tara, who flew to Casa Cali a couple weeks ago for a photoshoot for alexandraamaro.com.

I'm almost there with the new website. The last few techie kinks are getting worked out as I write, and the only thing left on my to-do list is to take an additional round of product photos.

I am a total perfectionist, and while I already have some beautiful, carefully-edited photos of my jewelry, they feature different backgrounds. It has been a big challenge to me to find a unified-looking way to photograph both dark gems/blackwood pieces as well as bone-white trade beads and have everything look good. The white pieces in particular were really challenging, and I had to resort to using a darker background to make those photos pop. The products look great, but the photos don't look cohesive, which is driving me crazy.

I finally found a background that I think will work for all of my jewelry, regardless of the material. So today I am re-shooting so that my new website will look clean, pulled-together and professional. I think all of the long hours I've spent on my businesses deserve such a presentation. :)

And while I am a perfectionist, I am also a realist...so instead of re-shooting all of my pieces and further delaying my site launch, I am only re-shooting the main image for each item. With time, I can update the rest of the photos that appear as thumbnails.

Here's to a happy day as a shutterbug!

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Maningue Saudades

Sometimes I miss our life in Mozambique so much I could cry. Not because I wish to move back out of dissatisfaction with our new chapter at Casa Cali (although obviously part of me would love to be back with the girls for leisurely late lunches at Zambi and weekend suntanning at Hotel Cardoso). Rather, I wish we were back in Maputo because I can feel memory playing its old, funny tricks on me already. Nearly five years spent between Maputo and Chimoio, and only a handful of months here in the Bay Area, and already the crisp lembranças of the former are slipping away. Some days it all seems so distant that I can barely believe that I lived one-sixth of my life in Africa. The memories dull, the floorplan of our flat seemingly imprinted forever in my mind begins to contort, the smells fade and the luso-afro slang flutters away.

I wonder, in the midst of these memory-games, what exactly I will carry with me as permanent, faithful memories of our time in Mozambique. It makes me sad that already I am losing part of our experience there...

Perhaps this is a contributing factor to my renewed desire to write?

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Chuva-licious

Maybe by posting this photo I can perform some sympathetic magic and bring the blue skies back to the Bay...

It's raining again, and while I know better than to complain about water that will be much-needed to prevent summer wildfire disasters, I admit I am longing for sunshine and blue skies. We had four consecutive storms slam us last week, and now it seems there is at least another one lined up for this week. On the bright side, I have great all-weather boots, a wonderful rain jacket, and two cute umbrellas that help me cheer up despite all the gray and wet.

It's been amazing to see how much my wardrobe needed to be tweaked to suit the weather here in Northern California. Not surprising, considering most of what I owned was geared towards living in a sauna (aka Maputo), with a couple of super-heavy overcoats in the mix to get me through visits to New Mexico in the winter. I've had to invest in rain-appropriate clothing, boots, leggings and layering items, in particular cardigans, in order to make my previous wardrobe at all compatible with the temperature here. I obviously didn't want to stop using my old clothes, so I've found ways to layer and make them work in new and creative ways.

So this weekend has been a busy one thus far. I'm working on my Alexandra Amaro website, which will launch next week. It's taken so much more time than I anticipated to upload all the products, and my collection isn't even that big! I still have a bit more work to go tonight before we do the soft launch on Monday, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

I've also been busy with homework for school. I have to draw a still life using proper perspective and contour lines, and for my 3D class I have to make a wire sculpture that shoes movement, volume and mass, and inside/outside space (I've chosen to do a jellyfish). I have to "skin" the sculpture with tissue paper, and I plan on knitting some tentacles to break up the monotony of the wire. Again, much more work than I'd ever anticipated a simple wire sculpture could require, based on my experience with project #1 (baobab tree).

I also plan to make a lemon curd cockaigne and a quiche this evening. We bought eggs at Costco and I'm trying to find creative ways to use them, lest they go to waste.

Hope your weekend has been a good one!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Callused Fingers, Lack of Sleep and an Undeniable Urge to Tell People to Take a Shower

Also known as my first week of art school.

The callused fingers and lack of sleep I was anticipating. Pretty much comes with the territory when you are a metals major and have 8am classes.

What *has* been a surprise is how freaking DIRTY some of my classmates look. The worst part? With a few exceptions, most of these kids appear to be going for this look deliberately. It's all part of the hipster façade, I suppose, but the stained California Raisins sweatshirt plus filthy neon 80's-style sneakers plus holey leggings plus a carefully tilted, grease-stained trucker hat atop a femullet* is just too much in my book.

Then again, my book is ancient in young-person terms and I am admittedly out of touch with many of the current fashion trends, bands, superfoods and technology.

So...enough about fashion or the lack thereof. Additional impressions from my first week at school:

- Tuition is insanely expensive, but I really feel I'm getting value for my money. Teachers seem excellent, class sizes are small (no more than 20 students in any of my classes), studios are well-equipped, there are tons of on-campus resources for students, and the level of performance expected from students is quite high.

- Speaking of performance, school is turning out to be much more work than I'd anticipated. For each hour I'm in a studio class, I spend one hour outside class working on homework or projects. This is completely normal. Thankfully I am good at time management, otherwise I think I'd be on the brink of an anxiety attack right now.

- Aside from wanting to give some of them a good scrubbing, most of my fellow students seem very nice. There is a good mix of ages (I'm not the oldest, thankfully), backgrounds, nationalities, and prior artistic experience. Everyone seems decently motivated to participte in class and excel at our assignments. There is no stigma associated with striving to do well, as can be the case in other academic environments. Nobody is labeled a nerd, and the overachievers simply win the admiration of the rest of the class when they turn in exquisitely made pieces.

- I've learned a lot in one week. I learned to solder (4 different ways!), learned to saw metal, learned to use a gigantic torch with an oxygen hose attached, learned how to put a rice paper skin on a wire structure, and learned how to do contour drawings.

- Even in art school, teachers can make or break a class. I was very apprehensive about taking Drawing I because I have no formal experience, but it's turned out to be one of my favorite classes. The teacher is excellent - she's funny, encouraging and inspiring. She sent my anxiety packing the first day, and I'm quite proud of what I've accomplished in class thus far.

- The downsides, other than the super expensive tuition: lots of expensive supplies to purchase for each class; tons of things to lug around every day (drawing easel, tool box, sketch books, etc.) and no locker access for freshmen from what I've understood; no real lounge on campus, although we are near tons of shops and restaurants; very few drinking fountains (I hate buying water) and cold classrooms. In all, no serious complaints, especially given all the positive things the school has to offer.

I'll check in again around midterms to see what, if anything, has changed about my impressions. The bottom line? I'm really happy I decided to go to art school and become a full-time jeweler.

* The femullet is a term coined in honor of this girl at school who has deliberately cut her hair short on the crown, but rocks a forehead full of curly bangs and a swath of long, greasy hair down her back. She obviously thinks this is a great look, because mullets don't just happen, especially to women. I am practicing restraint not to use my shop scissors to give her an unsolicited trim while we work on our wire sculptures.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Songs for a Stormy Day

And the rain continues...complete with a furious hail storm this afternoon that nearly knocked me off my feet. Here's a sampling of what's on my speakers today in an attempt to combat the gray weather here in the Bay Area. Enjoy!

A little Chilean-Swedish rap to kick things off:


Some Jamaican music that reminds me of Maputo( why don't these girls get more airtime in the US??):


A bit of kwaito from South Africa:


It's not a dance party without a little Naija:


Gracias a la vida...musica mexicana linda:

Monday, January 18, 2010

A Chuva Vem Me Dizer...

Well, I wanted to post Marisa Monte's "Segue o Seco" video, but it won't let me embed the video. It's raining cats and dogs outside and it made me think of the rain-related lyrics to that song, although it's about the lack of rain in the Nordeste rather than excess water like we are getting at the moment at Casa Cali.

So instead, here's another Marisa Monte video with some of the sweetest, most clever lyrics every. It's in Portuguese, but I believe there is a translate feature. I'd be curious to know if it's at all accurate because this is a hard one to take out of context.



Anyhow, I'm on storm drain duty this morning. We have a drain next to our house that collects all of the runoff from the street (it's the lowest point on the block) and in theory channels the water through a tube down to another storm drain, and eventually to the Bay. The problem is that it gets clogged up with leaves and sticks quite easily, thus blocking the drain and causing the runoff to accumulate and spill over into our front garden causing a mini-arroyo.

Usually Rico is the one to brave the rain and unclog the drain using a broom, but he's at a meeting so that duty fell to me this morning. Of course, it's the hardest rain of the season and by the time I got my boots and rainjacket on, the water had pooled up and was halfway up my calves. I couldn't even find the drain because there was so much water, so I had to use my bare hands to feel around for the debris, then clear away handfulls of debris until the drain was flowing again. I can appreciate how people get hypothermia so quickly in cold water. After about 30 seconds of cleaning, I couldn't feel my fingers at all, and rainwater seeped into my rubber boots over the top brim, making my toes go numb as well.

Anyhow, the situation is under control and I'm now going to make a cup of tea and start on my homework for drawing class. I have to do contour drawings of a pair of my shoes, which should be fun. I'm torn between my Hugo Boss black high heels that are full of pleated leather, or these cute purple mules by Clark's that have a stacked heel and nice detailing on the toe.

Or, I suppose I could draw my rain boots...

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Haiti

School is great - I'm really enjoying it despite sore hands from hard-to-bend wire I'm fashioning into a baobab tree - but all I can think about is Haiti.

I've donated to relief efforts and I'm praying, but that seems like such a small drop in the bucket of the help - both physical and spiritual - that Haitians, residents of Haiti and all of their loved ones need right now.

You can donate $5 through Wyclef Jean's foundation by texting YELE to 501 501. You can also donate via the Red Cross and multiple other relief organizations and NGOs that work on the ground in Haiti.

This is a good reminder to make sure you are ready for a potential earthquake if you live in an area of seismic activity. I'm going to review the earthquake preparedness manual I picked up at Home Depot the week we moved here to be sure we aren't overlooking anything major and that our preparedness kits are updated and complete.

Remember, the safest place in an earthquake is underneath a sturdy desk or table. There are reports of a Brazilian who survived the Haiti quake because she was under a table - everything else around her collapsed. If you are in bed when a quake hits, hang on to the bedpost or bed frame and try to cover your head with a pillow. If you are driving, try to pull over and set the parking break. If you are in a theater, stadium or other public building, don't panic and don't try to leave until the shaking has stopped. As counter-intuitive as it seems, the safest thing is not go outside your home or any other building until the shaking has stopped.

This is part of the reality of living in Casa Cali. All we can hope for is that we are prepared and lucky.

God bless Haiti and all those affected by this disaster.

Monday, January 11, 2010

The Student Routine

I had my first day of school today. It was great, but I am exhausted. I guess this whole 6-hours-a-day-in-studio-classes thing will involve an acclimation period.

Still, it is so cool to be doing this. I had Jewelry and Metal Arts I and Visual Studies in 3D today, and I'm super excited about both classes. The jewelry studio is full of incredible tools, and in my 3D class we get to build giant sculpture-like things using wire, plaster, wood and many other fun materials.

I already have homework, and a supplies list a mile long.

Notes to self:

- Get a backpack.
- Leave a pair of ballet slippers in my jewelry locker at school so I can put them on if I forget to wear closed-toe shoes.
- Buy a pair of cute sneakers.
- Get in the habit of packing my own lunch. I paid $5 for a simple turkey sandwich today, which is definitely not sustainable.
- Drink a coffee after lunch.

Tomorrow I have Drawing I and History of the Ancient Arts. Should be a fun day.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Divine Lunch

Ever walk into a building or a home that leaves you in awe of its design and decoration? This happened to me the other day while at lunch with family and friends at THE PLANT Organic Cafe at the Embarcadero in San Francisco. The ambience in this restaurant is incredible, and happily the food lived up to the expectations set by the decor. It didn't hurt that we got one of the best tables in the house, on the enclosed patio with a view of the bay. :)


Highly recommended for foodies and design lovers alike.

Thursday, January 07, 2010

A Sigh of Relief

I met many nice people, including some girls who I hope will become friends.

I wasn't the oldest incoming student.

I didn't get lost.

I didn't feel overly nervous.

I had fun.

In all, a great day one of orientation.

Wednesday, January 06, 2010

First Day

Tomorrow I have my first day of orientation for new undergraduate students at CCA. It's been such along time since I've had this feeling - the mix of nervousness, excitement, anxiety and curiosity that accompanies the first day of going to a new school. I wonder what my future classmates will be like, if there will be anyone in the jewelry program who is remotely my age, if I will be looked at as the cool older girl who has traveled the world and has fun stories, or as the lame old girl who is painfully out of touch with all things current and fashionable. I wonder what outfit I'll wear - the *real* source of agony for the first day :) - what shoes will look cute but be sufficiently comfortable for my 7-block walk from the subway to campus, whether I should bring an umbrella or a notebook or snacks or my portfolio, just in case.

At least the first day of school means that likely everyone is in the same nervous boat...

I remember the last time I had a first day at school. It was in 2000, at Ibmec (Wikipedia page in English here), the business school in Rio where I eventually ended up meeting Rico, as well as the friend who was responsible for convincing each of us to move to Mozambique. I was 18 at the time and had just moved to Rio two weeks earlier. I knew exactly one person in the city - a friend of a friend of a business associate of my mom's - who had kindly helped me check into a cheap but safe hotel in Flamengo neighborhood. I remember sitting alone in my room at Hotel Florida, watching a novela on tv, driving myself crazy with anxiety wondering if I'd manage to a) find the subway station in Flamengo, b) get off at the right stop downtown, and c) find the skyscraper in which the school was located without getting lost, getting mugged, or having a breakdown.

I managed, of course, and almost immediately met an equally nervous girl who ended up becoming one of my best friends. How was such a quick bond formed? In the midst of one of the swankiest, richest, chic-est environments ever, she and I were the only students wearing Havaianas flip-flops and carrying backpacks. The rest of the girls were all about designer purses, manicured nails and high heels. Which is funny, because my style is more like those girls now than I could have ever anticipated.

Anyhow, here's hoping I have the good luck at orientation to meet a nice, "old" (i.e. born before 1985) girlie-girl who loves fashion, dancing and travel, and who feels similarly in need of a new friend.

Viet-Luxury

Today, if I had several hundred spare dollars to spend on frivolous things, I think I'd book myself into a luxury hotel for a couple of days. I'd eat room service, get my nails done, take a bubble bath and watch tv. I believe my urge to snuggle up in luxury is influenced by the weather - it's really foggy outside at the moment, and looks like it will start raining at any second. I also have a touch of allergies, so it would be a great day to be pampered.

Seeing as a 5-star vacation isn't in the cards today, I suppose I'll go for second-best: cats, green tea with raspberries, a boiling hot shower, wool socks and some good music on the Sonos. And, of course, jewelry making. And reminiscing...

Check out some of the incredible places Rico and I stayed while in Vietnam for our honeymoon. The last two photos are from a *boat* that we took through Ha Long Bay. Incredible...





Makes me want to paint the walls of my office and finish decorating!

Tuesday, January 05, 2010

Treasures from Ilha de Moçambique

I just got a shipment of antique trade beads from Mozambique Island (thanks to my friend A for being the courier) and I couln't be more excited. I love sorting the strands, identifying the different beads and dreaming up new designs. These beads are incredible - on any one strand there can be an assortment of 400-year-old Hebron beads made in Palestine using salt from the Dead Sea as an alkali, 500-year-old carnelian agate beads from India, 150-year-old Islamic prayer beads, 300-year-old Venitian, Bohemian and Dutch glass beads...it's like a treasure chest.

I'm currently working on some designs for Spring that mix strands of the tiny trade beads with gemstones and big, silver flowers made by Thai Hill Tribes artisans. Can't wait to launch the collection!

Monday, January 04, 2010

Making Connections

I love it. I just answered an email from a guy who is from the Bay Area, lives in Brazil, is in Nigeria currently, and is doing a spontaneous trip to Maputo in a few days. I gave him tips on what to do in the city, where to stay, what delicious things to eat.

I am continually amazed at what has happened to my circle of friends as a result of my blog. Rico and I have been lucky and/or destined to meet some incredible people through this medium. J, who became our very-best-friend and was my maid of honor at our wedding; M and K, our mirror-couple in terms of nationality who now live in our old apartment; C and D, (who technically we met thanks to my jewelry work) who are front and center in this special group; T and M who have become my source for current Maputo blogging; M and D who hosted us in Joburg several times; J who I met in Rio and is a fellow jeweler and writer (and was also meant to be in our wedding until she got sick, poor thing; J and J, the sisters in France who feel like friends from long ago; Tia L who became our roommate in Maputo; B who hosted us for some badass churrascos; A and M, who were very close to us right from our first dinner together...

Seriously, the list goes on. It also isn't meant to be exclusive of anyone. There are many other fine friends out there - some of whom I've met, some I havent - who will appear in future posts, to be sure.

Sunday, January 03, 2010

I'm Already Home

Now that the holidays are drawing to a close, many friends who traveled away from Mozambique to see their families or have an adventure in tourism are now heading back "home". It's very strange not to be going back to Maputo with the rest of them.

I read on Facebook about girlfriends' plans to meet up for basil mojitos, to have lunch at Zambi, to get caught up on the end-of-year gossip, and to meet the new babies in our group...and I feel so sad that I won't be joining them. Such is the life of the expat. You are eternally destined to be missing something, someone, somewhere.

I am incredibly happy to be in our Casa Cali, with Rico, establishing our new routines, setting goals for 2010, watching tv and working in the garden. It is the life I've always dreamed of, no doubt. But that is unfortunately no cure for the saudades that periodically fill my heart.

Saturday, January 02, 2010

I Tried.

I made a resolution to get back into dancing in 2010. I found a studio in Berkeley with cool worldbeat and Nia classes. I checked their website. I called to be sure they were open and got an answering service with the list of classes for today. After absolutely no indication they might be closed, Rico drove me to the studio and I was greeted with a padlocked door and no information about when classes will resume.

So frustrating. It certainly wouldn't have taken much effort to replace the regular phone message with holiday closure information, or to put a little note on the website. You'd think with all the exercise-related New Year's resolutions out there, the'd be savvier to the needs of new clients.

Meh.

Try again another day, I suppose.

Friday, January 01, 2010

Retrospective and Resolutions

2009 was the year in which...

I (finally) decided to stop doing development consulting work.

I chose to become a full-time jewelry artist.

I worked the equivalent of 3 full-time jobs during our last months in Mozambique in order to make as much money as possible before the big career change.

I applied to and was accepted at the California College of Arts.

Rico and I decided to leave Mozambique and relocate to the Bay Area.

We bought and moved into our first house, Casa Cali.

We bought our first new car, a Subaru Outback.

I traveled to Brazil (Rio, Angra, São Paulo, Monte Verde), South Africa (Nelspruit, Kruger, Hazyview, Johannesburg, Barberton), Kenya (Nairobi), Mozambique (Bilene, Tofo, Macaneta, Nampula, Ilha de Moçambique), and the US (California, New Mexico).

In all, 2009 was a good year for me (and I believe for Rico as well). I know it was not that way for everyone, so I am particularly grateful for our blessings.

2010 will be the year in which...

I start regularly going to Nia and other dance classes again.

I get a massage at least once a month to deal with my recurrent back pain.

I launch my jewelry website, complete with new product lines and photos of models wearing my creations.

I get my jewelry into at least 3 retail shops/galleries.

I join the Point Richmond artists' cooperative.

I make the effort do my hair and makeup every day.

I learn to parallel park properly. Sigh.

I go to Houston, Providence and Boston to visit my dear friends Hannah, Kyle, Angel and my cousins AJ and Renaud.

Rico, Clauds, Dave and I go to Burning Man.

I actually use the phone to talk to the people I love in this world more frequently instead of only putting the poor thing to use as an alarm clock.

I paint the walls of my office a beautiful color.

2010 will be a year of hard work and changes, but I hope to reap great pride and happiness as a result. Best wishes to all of you for the New Year.