Parallelogram: My New Neighborhood

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Laura\Mayaguez

Tell me about your old Madison, Wisconsin neighborhood.

We rented a house on the west side of Madison. Quiet, friendly, beautiful, playgrounds abounding, with ‘secret’ walking trails that wound behind the houses. We had fantastic neighbors who provided us with babysitters, snow shoveling, playmates and friends. Greeks behind us, Chinese and Russians on either side. I loved it. The neighbors randomly congregated in our backyard, the neighborhood organized events, and it was central to all the places we frequented. And there was Paris.

It was the kind of neighborhood I grew up in as a kid, and was so excited to find for my family.

How long have you been in your new Mayaguez, Puerto Rico neighborhood and what’s it like?

We moved here just over two months ago. Paraiso de Mayaguez is a gated community.  I hadn’t set out to live in a gated community because there are so many connotations! There are pockets in Puerto Rico where gates community = all white expats.  But I think we are the only gringos in our neighborhood. And I kinda like that.

Why not put your basketball hoop in the street?

Why not put your basketball hoop in the street?

So do we fit in here? I’d say yes and no.

YES:
There are enough other kids in the neighborhood so we don’t feel like the odds ones out
Most of the neighbors speak English, and are willing to help me practice my Spanish
NO:
We are surrounded by doctors and University professors. Having an online business seems unusual here.
As I said, we are the only people from the States here (I think).
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The houses are all tan, orange or green.

That being said, this place has everything I wanted. Sidewalks, community pool (so we don’t have to maintain it and freak out about kids wandering into it), a playground (hard to find around this city), a workout room and a little nature walking path. Score score and score. And every street is a dead end, so there’s very little traffic.

And there's a security dude that rides around on a bike.  alright.

And there’s a security dude that rides around on a bike. alright.

But the neighbors!! They make this place the best. Since nearly all the backyards are walled in privately, sometimes you have to make an effort to actually move beyond the friendly wave and actually speak to a neighbor in a meaningful conversation.

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Walled in backyard

I’ve met 5 neighbors and ALL of them have said in one way or another, “we are here for you” “let us know if you need help” and when one neighbor Ernan asked if we had friends or family around here and I said no, he said, “We are your friends.” I nearly teared up and hugged him right then and there.

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Lisa/Montreal

Tell me about your old Madison, Wisconsin neighborhood.

I used to live on Madison’s west side which generally speaking, was burb-ish without being in the burbs: sprawling lawns, 60s ranch-style homes, parks and paths and schools and all things nice.  Personally speaking – OMG – what a great neighborhood!  Imagine after-school gatherings on sidewalks, popsicles and beers on front lawns and smiles and support on every corner.  It didn’t happen immediately but when it did, it was awesome.

How long have you been in your new Montreal, Quebec neighborhood and what’s it like?

We have been in the Plateau neighborhood since moving August 15.  MTLBlog summed up the Plateau as the #1 “BoBo” Borough in the City – Source.  (“A bobo is an anti-establishment artsy-fartsy type that still plays the corporate game and wants to make lots of money to live a comfortable/bourgeois-esque lifestyle.”)

Do we fit in here?

Average age of Plateau residents: 34.1 years, the lowest of all boroughs.
No
Number of residents who work in arts/culture: 9015 Plateau’ers, more than any other borough
No
Number of residents who bike or walk: 33.7% (bike) & 22.1% (walk). Plateau’ers bike more than any other borough, no big surprise there.
Yes
Relationship status: 50.1% percent of people are single
No
Religious beliefs: 39.7% of residents claim to have no religion, the most atheist (or agnostic) region of Montreal.
Yes

So partly then.

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We live in the first floor flat of the red brick building. Graffiti has been washed off twice already.

I’m not even sure why we chose the Plateau outside of our relocation agent’s recommendation, but I like it just fine.  There are the customary cafes, mom-and-pops, schools and parks.  Everything we need feels close, but isn’t that always true in a city or in simply the choices you make?  Either way, this doesn’t hurt:

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 I know one spectacular neighborhood family but otherwise it is still a solitary existence.  I don’t see a lot of young children around but that just might be a result of the Canadian childcare system.  Or the cold.  There are a lot of other folks out and about and I like that; I have always liked that about city-living: something happening and somebody doing it.  And speaking of somebody doing it, it only took two-and-half-months for our car window to be smashed.

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The Plateau has her crime and misdemeanors like any neighborhood in a major city.

I hear there are more family-friendly neighborhoods; in fact just the other day a woman said to me “Oh?  You like the Plateau even with children?” but we are home for now.  These bobos have a new nest.

Arlo takes a break on Rue Marie-Anne.

Arlo takes a break on Rue Marie-Anne.

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Parallelogram: November 2nd

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One love going out to you today.  Thank you for joining us here at PolarRico!

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Ponce oh Ponce

Destination: Ponce!
(Say it with me now: Pon-say)

Ponce is about an hour east of our house on the southern coast. Mainly, we headed there to get our order from Ikea. But I heard there were other things there to satisfy our three generations of tourists.IMG_1497 IMG_1498

First stop: an old firehouse museum. Free, cute, with a tourist desk inside and a quiet baño. Mr D didn’t seem to enjoy it as much as I thought he would because he thought there would be loud sirens and bells. A four year old’s imagination can be intense.

Next stop: the lion statues and fountains. The fountain was not on 🙁 but the trees were fun to run around (for the kids) while the adults stuck into the iglesia to take a peek during mass.

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IMG_1496 parking for this church was three cars thick in front of the doors. How did anyone ever get in or out??

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This square reminded me very much of Madison!!! But with a church in the middle and not a Capitol building. So wonderful! I miss it.

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Third stop: cafe on the square. Yum yum! Great decor.

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We walked to the museum of Puerto Rican music but doh! It was closed for lunch. IMG_1533

The tourist info guy failed to mention that… So we hit a tourist shop and drove around for the kiddos to nap in the car. IMG_1544 IMG_1538We saw Castillo Serralles and this big old cross that we couldn’t figure out how to get to.

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On the way out we drove past the docks. You know, kiddos like that sort of thing. Ok. We adults did too.

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We liked Ponce. We’ll definitely be back. It looked clean and well kept. Lots of green space and places to explore…like the beach front (La Guancha)!

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Graffiti art

I see a lot of graffiti around my city.  Thankfully, most of it is interesting and thoughtful. Some political, some advertizing city events. I tried to snap pics from the car because you know, we don’t walk here. IMG_0216 IMG_0788 IMG_9278 IMG_9279 IMG_9280 IMG_9281 IMG_9282  IMG_9410 IMG_9712

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Parallelogram: I’m Hungry. Now What?

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Lisa\Montreal
As someone who – at least in her own house and when left to her own devices – eats the same thing for every meal, I was slightly nervous to hunt down the less than five staples of my diet when moving to Montreal.  Thankfully, I’m quick to adapt.  BECAUSE I’M ALWAYS STARVING.  Breastfeeding for nearly five years, Party of One.

This is what has been sustaining me for the past two months here in Montreal:

Pim’s cookies in orange and raspberry.  SweetJesusMaryandJoseph.  Are these British?  Who cares.  They are the perfect mouthful.  Maybe they are British.pims

After finally giving up the grahams, I’ve been eating seedy/nutty crackers with almond butter everyday for breakfast.  They are ridiculously expensive.  They are displayed under the lock and key next to the Whole Foods cheesemonger and are supposed to be served with a full-bodied red.  I slather mine with nut mud and wash them down with bastardized coffee.

I’m happy to report that not only do the same crackers exist here but the supermarket brand tastes even better and is less expensive.  Thank you, Montreal.cranberry

So that’s my breakfast and for lunch I have eaten pretzel crisps and hummus and sometimes cheese for  … how old is Farrah Star now?  20 months?  19 months.  I’m off the hummus since finding this – feta and roasted red pepper dip.  DONE.redpepperfeta

So I am surviving!  No worries!  This is Canada after all*, I wasn’t expecting to Lewis-and-Clark my way through an international cuisine.  Can I just say though, and with big ups to the USA, I miss Hershey’s milk chocolate bars.  ‘Til Christmas my brown love.  I’ll see you at Christmas.

*Yes, I have had poutine.  And it was good.

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Laura\Mayaguez

 When I told people I was moving to Puerto Rico one of the common questions was, “what’s a typical dish from there?”

= Blank stare from me.

I had no idea. Enter: Mofungo! (you can laugh all you want. It is a funny word)  It’s mashed plantains. We found them to be quite dry unless paired with pork, shredded chicken, or (ew) seafood. I think it’s ok. Trevor gave it the good ol’ college try and probably is done with it.

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with chicken

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But they also fry up plantains all sorts of other ways.

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I recommend the cheese balls too.

I found on Pinterest (all hail Pinterest!) a Puerto Rican egg nog of sorts. I made it for my mom. And had quite a bit myself.  Totally diet food (yeah right)

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Someday I will tour the Bacardi factory on the island-yum!

Smoothies/frappes are big here. Acai is heavily advertized as an ingredient. mmmm….

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pink tomatoes and canned basil. I will not be ordering this again.

Lisa has her Pims.  I find the froo-froo drinks at restaurants very therapeutic.

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The truth behind a bold move

Making an international move certainly puts you in ‘adventure’ mode.  Every day can bring a new surprise, a little chuckle for things you don’t understand yet thankfully can find amusing rather than frustrating, and the opportunity to challenge yourself and grow.

If you don’t know anyone in your new city, like we didn’t, you need to carve out a new social support network.  Not to mention carve out a new shopping routine,way of paying bills, finding babysitters, friends, life in a new church, and date night locations.

IMG_0554Sure you can take your time and tell yourself there is no hurry, but after a while it can be tiring to keep on carving.

You know when you take a vacation, and at the end of it, sometimes you’re ready to go home?

The other day, I was tired of redefining myself.  Tired of building my foundation under me. Tired of striving to learn a new language and feeling guilty for succumbing to the easiness of just speaking English. I wanted to go home from this vacation.

But I am home. This is it.

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Sometimes you don’t want to grow. Sometimes you just want the familiar, the tried and true. You don’t want to work. You want to get beyond the small talk with new friends. You want new best friends. You want to speak your second language with ease, but without the work.

But you do something fun, like go to the pool, the beach, or some shopping therapy.  Or you watch a blockbuster movie about the end of the world and it takes you to a new place. A place you don’t have to think, feel brave, or figure out how you belong.  Figure out who you are in a new place.

IMG_2048Have you ever started a new school year or made resolutions for self improvement? I had grand plans for when I moved to Puerto Rico.  I would be doing photography every week, becoming a fantastic cake baker, create wonderful projects for my kids, speaking Spanish fluently in six months.

Yeah, just like many resolutions turn out, so did my plans.  When you move, you take your life with you.  Especially when you have small kids. My life is not all that dissimilar than it was in Wisconsin.  At least inside the house. I still pick up, wash dishes, plan meals, (attempt) to potty train kids, order gobs on Amazon, edit videos for Trevor’s work, and do laundry. Why did I think I’d have tons of time to learn new things and lay in the hammock? The house still needs some organizing, I still make piles that Trevor hates which I intend to clean up.

Just because you make a major move doesn’t mean you change. Well, you do. You grow. But you bring your habits, your self critique, your chores with you.

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Trains: Tren Urbano

As you know, my son loves trains. And there aren’t any running in Puerto Rico.

Except…

Tren Urbano!  yippee! It’s a one line metro train in San Juan.  We drove 2.5 hours to San Juan to pick up Nana, so we spend an afternoon riding the train. Where to? Didn’t matter. We were on a train!!!

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Score – kids ride free! At least those in the preschool crowd. Adults were only $2.50 each. Cheap afternoon.IMG_0032A worker yelled at P and I for crossing over the yellow line and getting to close to the track. Then she kept a close eye on us.  She would’ve shuttered to have seen me stand about 6 inches from the tube train when it arrived in the London stations when I lived there. But I was 19 then, and nothing could happen to me.IMG_0029

We road all the way to the end of the line. Sometimes the train was an elevated train, sometimes a subway. BONUS! Much to P’s dismay, we didn’t even have to get off the train to reverse the other way. She was so confused as to why we were just riding the train.

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Must check this park out next time

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A fun, safe, entertaining thing to do for train loving kids.

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Boom booms and the downpours

Thunderstorms are a whole other beast in the Caribbean. Wisconsin has squall lines that come past. Puerto Rico has gigantic mega storms that slowly roll in then dump buckets of rain. Like, rain to kill your baby plants.

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Rain that causes flash floods and makes it hard to see. There are deep ditches on the side of the road to accommodate the rivers that form.

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Thankfully we are getting out of the wet season now. A couple of weeks ago our forecast was this:

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Parallelogram: What to Wear Here

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Laura\Mayaguez

As I observe Mayaguez/Puerto Rico I find that I cannot pigeonhole the clothing style. As no one could of any city lest they overly generalize. However if I had to make a few observations, these would be them:

Skinny jeans. Yes these are popular all over. But in 92 degree humid weather? Youbetchadoopa. For a while Trevor and I stood out extra much because we were the only ones around wearing shorts. Sorry, our blood is still thick from many Wisconsin winters. Oddly, I see more shorts now than I did in August. ?? And hardly any guys wear shorts ever.

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Skinny jeans, wedge shoes and pda

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On the train in San Juan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wedge shoes. I thought I was still the only one who still loved ’em. But they are all the style here! Big, clunky, with holes in the heals or platforms. All kinds. Good thing I shipped all my pairs. Too bad my feet are too hot and swollen to wear them. (Plus, I teeter enough when I wear them. Don’t need to be completely knocked over if my kids get scared by a stray dog or something). That being said…

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I should just rename this post: “Shots of people’s butts”

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Flip flops.  Hey, this is a tropical island after all. But I’m not talking about cheap Walgreens flip flops. I’ve seen cool ones that you can barely see on the ladies feet. I think I might go a little gonzo buying cute flip flops. But the guys don’t seems to wear them as much. But no matter where you go on this planet it seems you’re bound to run into this:

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Lisa\Montreal

Montreal is a city of four million and at least three million of those people are street-styling gods.  The rest are small children who cannot yet dress themselves.

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When it comes to my own style I have been feeling too overwhelmed (key dramatic hand to forehead) to give a fig about my outward appearance.  I forgive myself though, motherhood and moving to Montreal and all.  I’ll get back on the horse soon especially when I see inspiration all around me every day.  The woman attached to these feet for example were with young children, presumably their own:

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The touch of an anklet, the pairing of camo sandals with a striped lilac shirt, and those strategically ripped jeans made for a casual outfit comfortable enough to be out with her young ones while retaining her cool.

And the other mom with the perfect pedicure and navy toile pants paired with those harem sandals – it would take me a lifetime to make such a bold choice but the more I see it, the quicker I am to adopt it.

From feet to hair…if you are walking around with the hair you were born with you are in the minority – big time.

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Ombre, pastels, platinum – statement hair color isn’t just on pinterest.  In Montreal, no one seems to be just covering their greys anymore.  I’m so ready to join this trend, I just have to stop shaving my head.

This is the most recent effort at climbing out of my sweats and tees.  This is a most unforgiving dress yet is somehow also extremely comfortable (Anthropologie, 2012). Go figure.

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Go figure.  See what I did there?

I put this on for dinner with my husband.  And the kids.  (Let’s not get crazy.)  It felt good to wear something pretty and as it always follows, I stood a little taller.  What I forgot however was this dress completely precludes breastfeeding so in the restaurant  (the cafe with the playroom – again let’s not get crazy.) I had to take my arms out of the sleeves and pull down the top half of my dress to nurse Farrah.

My motherhood.  My style.  For now.

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Why did the horse cross the road?

Caballo. That means horse in Spanish. Back home in Wisconsin we would have deer crossing the highway. Sadly sometimes cars hit them and sometimes in the spring you find the deer carcass thawing in a pile of snow next to the road.  ew.

Along with the stray cats and dogs around my city of Mayaguez, there are horses roaming around the streets. I assume they are somebody’s pets? What would I do if I hit one of those? I shutter to think. Thanksfully there aren’t any on the twisty road to school up the mountain.

Our daily trek to school involves seeing usually between four and six horses.

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the route to school

IMG_0475 Just this morning on my ride to school I saw two horses grazing in somebody’s front yard. And then on my way home they were in the middle of the street! People were trying to honk at them to get them to move but in general I guess people are pretty patient when there’s a horse in the road. What else can you do?caballo 2Most horses look to be in pretty good shape. Some look a little sad though.   And I wonder if they’re getting enough water and shade. I assume someone takes care of them.

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close to a major road and the Natucenter

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