Thursday, July 25, 2013

Culture Shock

Culture Shock (noun)
Dictionary.com - a state of bewilderment and distress experienced by an individual who is suddenly exposed to a new, strange, or foreign social and cultural environment.
Google - The feeling of disorientation experienced by someone who is suddenly subjected to an unfamiliar culture, way of life, or set of attitudes.

Almost from when I arrived people started asking me about “culture shock.” I don’t really like that question, because I find it hard to answer. At least I did, because the answer isn’t yes or no, it’s not just one sentence. To answer this question I need to think, reflect, and process what I have and am experiencing. And this means my answer, or at least parts of it, will change and grow as I do.

Hiking up to Monserrate (10,341 ft - 3,152 m)
This was also a hard question to answer, because when you first arrive somewhere, everything is exciting and new. There’s always more to discover. I was getting to know Bogotá, a new job, new co-workers, I was traveling to other parts of Colombia and beyond, and I moved into my own apartment and all the adventures that entailed. This time is also called the “honey moon stage.”

So, as you have probably guessed, I’ve been thinking about this for a while and am no longer in the ‘honey moon stage.’ That isn’t to say that I don’t find living in Bogotá exciting and enjoyable, but that I’m feeling more moments of culture shock, aka disorientation to unfamiliar things. And obviously there are many unfamiliar things.

I think I feel this most in social settings. I love getting to know people, going out and experiencing life here. Yet at the same time, whenever I’m with people, there always seems to be another awkward moment, and more questions, always rolling around in my brain. What’s the right greeting in this setting? What are they talking about? How am I supposed to act right now? Is that a joke, a compliment? What’s normal?  It’s trying to laugh at jokes when you don’t understand everything, and smile and nod at appropriate times when you’re not really catching what’s being said.

People are really gracious, and understand that Spanish isn’t my first language, and that I’m learning about Colombian life, but I get tired. It starts to feel cumbersome to be the one always asking, “What does that word mean?” To be the one that always needs every joke explained, and to have the doubts floating around as I wonder if I’m unknowingly offending someone. You don’t realize all the little unspoken things that everyone ‘just knows,’ until you’re in a new place and feel like you don’t know anything.

Even your personality changes a bit in another language, because you share your personality by how you express yourself. I’m no comedian but I have a sense of humour, sometimes sarcastic, and I enjoy some good one liners and word play. But in Spanish that completely changes. Most of the jokes I try to make fail miserably or fall flat. My vocabulary is greatly diminished, and at times I get frustrated with the inability to express myself the way I want, the way I can in English.

Hiking on the MCC retreat
All of this could sound rather negative, and yes there are moments when it gets me down. Yet, I am still so thankful for the many positive things in my life here. The MCC and MWC community that I get to be a part of is an incredible blessing. I’m making new friends (yay!), and getting to go out and experience different parts of Bogotá and other parts of Colombia. And even though my limitations in Spanish can frustrate me endlessly, I do think that my Spanish has improved since I arrived.

Culture shock is another step in living in and getting used to a new place. It’s not always easy, but I also know I’m not alone as I walk through it.

Thanks for reading this, and I hope it helps explain how I’m processing things right now.  I’d love to hear from you too! Have you experienced culture shock? What was it like for you?

Sunday, July 14, 2013

Lessons in Salsa and Humility

Anyone who knows me knows that I love to dance, more specifically to swing dance. In Abbotsford I’d been going dancing for years! I’m not that great, but it’s fun and I just enjoy it so incredibly much. Unfortunately, as expected I can’t find any swing dancing in Bogota, but salsa is everywhere. So I decided I want to learn salsa. Fun!

I've gone salsa dancing a couple times in BC, but I know I have a lot to learn, so I looked for classes to take. The host family I was staying with took me to salsa lessons for beginners very close to where I live. I've gone several times with a colleague from the office. It’s been fun, great aerobic exercise and a very humbling experience.

Humbling, you ask? Well yes. With swing dancing I had passed the beginner stage a while ago. I knew there was still a lot that I didn't know, but I was at a comfortable middle level. The instructor in these salsa classes is very exact in what he wants. It’s not just memorizing some steps, but everything about how you move your body. I know this is the best way to learn a dance, to get it all from the beginning, and he teaches a much better foundation than most lessons I've seen in North America.

But it’s so frustrating! Just when I think I’m getting something, he shows me I’m not stepping forward properly. ‘Point your foot,’ ‘don’t step so hard,’ ‘smoother,’  ‘posture: pull your shoulders back,’ ‘stop jumping,’ etc. I can feel swing movements coming out, without trying. So I need to start from the beginning with salsa.

I keep telling myself that I know this is good to learn, I want to learn this, but it requires a lot of patience. I one of the last classes a little discouraged. Will I ever get all these small things down? I can go dancing without them, but I want to dance well! And to dance well I need to practice and learn this stuff. And that’s why I’m going to go again. I know the instructor will correct me on the same little things, countless times, but that’s what I need if I want to learn it.

And yesterday I got to practice salsa with a different teacher, and it was a great time! I started to feel like I’m getting it a bit more J

So here is where I can transition my story into some sort of life lesson or teaching moment, right? I have been teaching and sharing in church settings for a long time, so…

Let’s just say that salsa is an obvious example of lessons in humility I’m having in learning and getting used to a new city, a new country, a new culture. What I've learned before can help me pick up new things here, but I still need to go back to the beginning in a lot of ways. Especially to learn the small intricacies that makes a good foundation for a new way of doing things.


Random update: My apartment has had repairs made! All the bills are paid and internet has been installed. And I have new furniture, including a bed and couches. The apartment finally feels more like a home. I finally finished the blanket I was crocheting! Can you believe this is the first blanket I’ve ever crocheted and finished? It’s really warm and I am very happy to use it in cold Bogotá J