Sunday, December 30, 2012

What can a society's Christmas tradition tell us?

All I seem to hear from the U.S. side this time of year is of the frenzied hustling and bustling that is the Holiday Season. Indeed, the Christmas tradition in our country has become a rather hectic time beginning at Thanksgiving and characterized by an inescapable explosion of trees, stockings, cookies, gifts, tinsel, candy canes, wrapping paper, chestnuts, decorations, nutcrackers, ornaments, lights, chocolate, wreaths, traditional music, bells, gingerbread, shopping, church services, and FINALLY, on the day of Dec. 25th, after one full month of physical and psychological preparations, a special meal and gift exchange in the presence of family. We also have the lovely tradition of the family Christmas Card (or is there another name for it?), a compilation of pictures and stories summarizing the year's events in the family that is sent out to friends and extended family in an effort to stay in touch and offer Greetings to special people during the Holiday Season.

It is lovely. Lovely! Everything is so formal, so carefully and thoughtfully crafted, so beautifully detailed. But dear Lord is it exhausting. A successfully executed Holiday Season for, say, a family of 4 leaves mom & dad broke, drained, exhausted. So much so, that for many people a typical reaction to the coming of the Holiday Season each year, is a deep feeling of dread. There is so much cultural pressure to do it right. That dread might be different for different people- for someone who lost their job, it is the dread of having to purchase gifts for everyone in the family. For somebody trying to lose weight, it is the dread of having to face the extravagant feasts and goodies coming their way. For somebody who doesn't really give a crap about all of this Christmas stuff, it is the dread of having to placate all those friends and family members who do. For a Jewish/Hindu/Muslim/Atheist/Buddhist/Wiccan/Other it is the dread of being slapped in the face with Jesus Christ every day for at least a month, and perhaps of feeling like an outcast or nonparticipant in what has truly become a national celebration.


For 2 years now, I have escaped this Merry Madness in the steamy flatlands of Paraguay. Christmas is still celebrated here, with some interesting parallels, but on a very different level.

Christmas in Paraguay is 1 day. It is a celebration of approximately 24 hours. Christmas Eve is a normal work day, nearly all business are open for their normal hours. Around 7pm Christmas eve, the women of each family get together and start preparing the side dishes for the great Midnight Meal (sopa paraguaya, rice salad or potato salad, chipa guazu, mandioca, etc.) Later that night, the whole family (immediate or extended) gets together and the men start preparing the asado (usually a combination of grilled cow, sausage, and chicken) and everybody starts drinking (beer, Sidra, wine & coke). The Midnight Meal is typically topped off with clerico, a fruit salad dressed with Sidra and wine, and pan dulce, fruitcake. Very few families attend church services.

                                             Our Christmas asado with rice salad and wine & coke.

Some well-off families start their preparations earlier on Christmas Eve with the building of a pesebre that morning. The pesebre is an outdoor arced shelter made of tree branches, filled with a nativity scene, surrounded by seasonal fruits (watermelon, banana, pineapple, grapes), and decorated with typical treats hanging from string (alfahor cookies, hard candies, rosaries made of candy, & candy bars). On Christmas Day, it is traditional for small children to go house-to-house with grocery bags collecting goodies from their neighbors' pesebres.
                                            At my neighbor's pesebre holding a cup of clerico
 
                  Ever at my neighbor's pesebre holding his cup of clerico.. Here you can see the fruits better.

 
                                                          Na Juana with her family's pesebre


Christmas Day is the national holiday- no work, everything's closed. The tradition on this day is to go around town greeting any neighbors or family that you didn't see on Christmas eve and admiring their pesebres (they will usually invite anybody who comes to greet them to take a goodie from their pesebre). All day and all night on Christmas eve and all day on Christmas day, the air is filled with the sounds of bombas (firecrackers) and traditional paraguayan music (mostly the same stuff they would normally play).

Personally, Ever and I decided to make our own Christmas meal just the two of us, although we had been invited to share with a number of families. A little after midnight, we went next door to greet everybody where we were offered clerico and sat down with them for about an hour. (At this point it was still swelteringly hot! Perhaps 90-something degrees). Then around 1:30am we went to Na Juana's house down the street, where Ever goes to play soccer and volleyball nearly every day, and spent the wee morning hours passing sidra and wine with them and a few other neighbors. We came home and went to sleep around 4am, just a couple hours after it had become cool enough to sleep comfortably (i.e. less than 90 degrees)!


So of course this wouldn't be a Conger blog post without a little thoughtful analysis about these traditions. What do the differences between the US tradition and the PY tradition tell us about their respective societies and cultural values? For one, it is widely recognized that a prosperous U.S. has had its Christmas tradition largely appropriated by commercializing capitalist forces which have either exploited or helped to create a horrific culture of greed and consumerism in America. (Not up for the chicken-egg discussion here on which caused which: a culture of greed and consumerism? or commercializing capitalist forces?.)

HOWEVER, besides that one great economic difference, ultimately what I see is a simple and slight difference in celebratory priorities and emphasis.

In Paraguay, the sole emphasis is on community and familial togetherness. (Priority #2? Food & drink.) However, as long as the whole family is together, there is little else that could ruin the holiday. No gifts to mess up. No formal wear to worry about. Even if the asado were to burn or the salad to come out undersalted,  or the beer to run out... Paraguayans would make do and it would have minimal effect on their enjoyment of the holiday. Even those families who can't afford a great deal of drink and meat, can send their kids out the next day to collect special goodies from family and friends who are better-off and able to share. With little preparation, little expense, and little stress, a great time is had by ALL.

We share these values in the U.S. too! It's just that they come shrouded in and clouded by other priorities, such as expensive gift-buying, santa-sneaking, excessive decorations, seasonal wear, gourmet feasts, etc., that can diminish our ability to focus on and enjoy the time spent with family. By prioritizing these other things, we can slowly begin to lose sight of and even devalue (as a society) community and family togetherness.

Which is why I say this is one issue in which we can take a page out of the Paraguayan playbook, and make sure we're celebrating what really matters.

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Pilgrimage to Caacupe (Sadly, The Most Exercise I've Gotten in Paraguay)

We were all sweating and breathing hard... would this uphill never end? For about an hour now our crew had been marching uphill on what would turn out to be the toughest stretch of our 20K trek from Ypacarai to Caacupe. And this group moved fast, even with backpacks- on the uphill they turned up their 4mph clip to around 4.5mph because when Paraguayans see a hill, all they want to do is get it over with as quickly as possible.

I was participating in one of the most unique national events here in Paraguay- the annual pilgrimage to honor the Virgin of Caacupe. People from all over the country come to Caacupe, (located maybe 60K outside of Asuncion?) to make their personalized pilgrimage to the church at the center of the city where the local divine virgin statue resides. This miraculous virgin is rumored to have granted innumerable miracles, including the feeding of hungry people and the curing of sick people. She is rumored to grant miracles to those who promise to complete the pilgrimage annually (as in: "Dear Virgin, if you help my sick mother get better, I promise I will do the pilgrimage every year, amen." Then your mother ought to get better, and you are obligated to complete the pilgrimage every year until your death.) Paraguayans of all ages take this very seriously. They will move sea and earth in order to make it to Caacupe to do their pilgrimage. Dec. 8th is the virgin's day, while Dec. 7th is the evening of the pilgrimage.

So on that haku pyhareve (sweltering Friday morning) Ever started preparing our backpack as I was cooking up some tortillas and banana bread muffins to take with us (no way were we going to spend extra money buying food along the way). We got on the bus in Villarrica and took it past Caacupe, so that we could meet up with our friends 20K down the road and do our pilgrimage together.

Everybody defines their own pilgrimage. We did the standard 20K (13 miles) from Ypacarai, the neighboring town. Others did twice that, or half that. There were teenagers booking it in flip flops & beach clothes, married couples power walking in their workout clothes, entire families slogging along with small children, and some very old people carefully placing one foot in front of the next. The one thing that is consistent for everybody is the time of the walk: Evening. Depending on the distance of your walk, you will start between 5 and 9pm, the idea being to get to the church by midnight for a midnight mass. Ever and I went in a group of about 9 young people, including my host mom Laura, his cousins Chiki, Belen, & Miguel Angel, and close friends Erico, Mono, & Diana. A few stray friends joined the group along the way.

                                              Me with host mom Laura at beginning of walk at 6:30pm

                                     Ever, Mono, Diana, and another friend after an hour or two of walking

The path is filled with interesting sights- vendors selling everything from food & drink, to clothing & shoes, to candles, to toys, and towels to wipe your sweat. There are now medical stations along the common routes, after the death of a small boy a few years back took people by surprise. They also hand out free water, and we got a free popsicle, and a free piece of bread with dulce de guayava on it. Political and religious groups line the course handing out brochures.

                    You can see the line of people starting to form- later it became much more crowded

                                    OK, we spared 30 seconds for picture with the nice military officers

                                                                     Sweaty and very happy for our free popsicles!

                                               See all the vendors along the side of the road.


Our little group did not stop at all along the course, minus a 3 minute group bathroom break towards the beginning of what was ultimately a 4.5 hour trek. The first two hours were easy breezy, whilst the following 90 minutes uphill were absolutely killer. The last hour after completing the uphill was the longest because our feet hurt and we just wanted to be there already.

After arriving to find the church plaza filling up for the midnight mass, we decided to first go find a place to sit down and eat our home-brought meals and buy some drinks to rehydrate. All the people who live in Caacupe were renting out their bathrooms and showers, so after eating and drinking, everybody who had brought a change of clothes went to look for a shower to rent. By this time it must have been around 1:00am and we then wandered around looking at all the street vendors' crafts until exhaustion overcame us (like 30 minutes), and found a cozy place to lay our blankets on the ground and sleep in the plaza. (A challenge, since people were packed like sardines from head to toe!)

                 The cathedral in Caacupe- plaza already filling up for mass when we arrived around 11:00pm

             People sitting and some sleeping already in the plaza in front of the cathedral when we arrived.

                                                  Pushed some tables together to eat & drink.


P.S. EVERYBODY sleeps out in the plaza under the stars; it is part of the pilgrimage tradition. You walk, eat, drink, shower, pray, and sleep outside on your blanket. That is simply how it's done. (Prayer & shower optional.)

Perhaps the most challenging part of this whole trip (besides the explosive diarrhea that kept me running to the bathroom every 30 minutes all night) was trying to get out of Caacupe the following morning. We walked 1K to the place where all the buses were supposedly passing by, but every single bus was absolutely full-to-the-brim, with people hanging out the windows and sides of the vehicles. So we started walking towards the direction of origin of the buses. And we walked. And we walked. After at least an hour of walking we got to this place and still there was no room on the buses. Check out all the people and vehicles crowding the streets behind me:





But luckily just down the road we found a bus heading for Villarrica which I was able to get on, and Ever found one to go back to Villeta where he spent the rest of the weekend with his family in Guazu Cora.

Ironically, after a 20K walk, not sleeping, having explosive diarrhea, and walking more to find buses, I arrived in Villarrica with no other option but to walk the 10K back to my house. Thank you, Peace Corps anti-motorcycle rule. I collapsed in my house and slept the rest of the day.

THE END!