I finally got an ICRP!!!
So you know what the heck I’m
talking about: An ICRP is and Inter-Cultural Research Project. It’s something
that I have to do as a part of the study-abroad program I’m on. Basically, we
volunteer somewhere in the community and do academic stuff related to this
volunteer work. They’ve changed how the ICRP is done this year (and the new way
of doing things is a total mess) so I’m still not entirely sure what I have to
do to get the credit.
Anyway, I finally found a place to
volunteer at; it’s called Proyecto salisiendo chicos de la calle (Getting kids
off the street project). I’m not entirely sure what I’ll be doing yet, but I’ll
find out tomorrow since that will be my first day on the job. I’m very happy to
have secured this volunteer work, since the class that goes along with my ICRP
has been asking us where we’re working for the past three weeks and I haven’t
been able to give a concrete answer. There’s a major stressor off my shoulders.
Also, I now have my schedule set. None of my classes are going to change, and
my volunteer hours are going to stay basically the same, so I can finally start
getting a real routine down.
Something I’m finding really
interesting here in Quito (and Ecuador in general) is the construction of
buildings and houses and everything else you can think of. It’s different.
Obviously it was going to be
different, but you don’t really think about differences in construction when
you think about living in a foreign country. People spend a lot more time
telling you about food and customs and manners and the like; there’s much less
said about your physical surroundings. I’ve been getting a pretty good view of
them now that I’m here though, and even my surroundings in the making. There’s
a house/apartment building, being built or remodeled (not sure which) just down
the street from my house that I pass every day on the way to and from the bus
stop. I kind of like that it’s there because it’s very interesting to see the
progression of construction here.
The first thing you need to know
about Ecuadorian construction, or high-altitude Ecuadorian city construction,
is that everything is made of cement. No, really. EVERYTHING. Sidewalks, streets,
walls, houses, even the telephone poles. All cement. These people are geniuses
with the stuff. Walls are generally built with cinderblocks, rebar, and
probably some poured cement. Then, the whole wall is covered in what I’m going
to call cement-plaster. It is cement, but they apply it to the sides of
buildings as though it were plaster. If there’s a small part of a wall that
looks bad, or needs a small repair, they will sometimes apply cement paint
(again, for lack of a better term). Literally, take a paint brush and paint a
fine, thin layer of cement onto the wall. Despite all of this wonderful cement
work, the sidewalks here are treacherous. Kind of like the sidewalk in the
unkempt part of the city where the roots have wreaked havoc on the concrete
slabs and they stick up all over the place so that you have to ride your bike
in the street so as not to fly over your handlebars when you hit one of the
bumps. If you grew up in a city you know what I’m talking about. Here though,
the bumps are practically steps. Which isn’t all that illogical because the entirety
of Quito is hills, so the steps are there for a reason, but they aren’t the
only bumps in the sidewalk. Nothing at street level here is flat, or even
properly sloped, so that when it rains, all of the water that has no ground to
soak into (since everything is cement) forms lakes and puddles all over the
roads and sidewalks. Going home in the rain involves crossing a river and
avoiding a pond for me. The main road is the river, and the intersection is the
pond.
Of course, cement isn’t the only
thing that is different about the construction techniques here. There is a
prevalent use of tile outdoors as well. You have not realized how slippery tile
is until you have walked across an entire tiles plaza and up and down tiled
stairs. I’m surprised those suckers haven’t killed someone. Another thing I’ve
noticed is the variety of door latches here. Specifically bathroom stall
latches. I don’t think I’ve been in two bathrooms here with the same latches on
the doors (ok, that’s an exaggeration, but you get my point).
The geography of the city also makes
for some interesting construction stuff. Of course, the houses on the sides of
Quito’s steep hills have to somehow be made level, which is quite the feat if
you know these hills (think San Francisco). There is a limit to how steep a
hill can be before you really can’t build into the side of it though, and that
limit is well known here. The edge of the city doesn’t really peter out like
you see in the US. It ends. Abruptly. This is most evident at night when you
can see an edge to all the lights of the city. There’s city, and there’s dark,
without much of a fade region.
I think my favorite things about the
construction here are the things they can do because they don’t have winters.
For example the USFQ campus is a virtual maze of connected buildings that open
to the outdoors in many random places and have open courtyards in the centers
and all sorts of other cool things. This is possible because they never have to
worry about snow. Or cold. Or ice. Or anything remotely wintery. This is also
the reason that all of the buildings here are FULL of windows. Almost all of
the outer walls of my house are solid window. It’s gorgeous.
My last structural observation (for
now) is the power system. Specifically, the power and telephone lines. The look
like this:
And I don’t think I really need to interpret
that picture for you, except to say that this is a moderate example of the
number of wires they can fit onto a single pole.
I know what you mean about the steepness of the buildings down there. When I was last in Honduras my family and I went to a restaurant. It was a nice restaurant, but it was interesting as to how we parked there. First you had to gun it up the hill, because it was so steep that you could not hope to go up it otherwise, and we then had to turn abruptly into the parking lot. The parking lot consisted of three parking spaces and also ended abruptly. It loomed over someone's house. Any mistake in parking would ensure an unpleasant interruption of someone's meal :P Anyway, enough rambling on my part. Do you bring galoshes with you every day to class? :P
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