despedidas

It feels like just yesterday, I was wandering around Calle del Sol with my scavenger hunt team, feeling like a desperate tourist. I can't believe my six weeks here are coming to an end, but saying goodbye is bittersweet. I've fallen in love with this country, the culture, and the people, but I also can't wait to get back and see my family and friends. The first time it began to sink it was during our farewell banquet a few days ago. We all got dressed up to celebrate with our host families, professors, and program coordinators.

mi familia anfitriona 

I usually don't get emotional at goodbyes because I can't wrap my mind around the fact it's a goodbye. I just get really sappy and nostalgic after everyone's left and I'm sitting by myself in some sad little corner. Anyways, I wanted to enjoy the last couple days in this country...so I spent as much time as I could dancing.

I danced with my friends, my friend's little host sister, estudiantes de apoyo, and people I just met. I FINALLY learned how to correctly dance merengue. The entire time, I had been swinging my hips in the wrong direction but after I got the swing of things, I couldn't stop. I tried to persuade my host mother to dance with me, but she was too shy. Thankfully, another host mom liked to move it move it, and she spun and twirled me across the dance floor. 

dancing queen, not quite seventeen. 

I danced until there was almost no one left, and was still moving to imaginary music after I had gotten home and was taking a shower. It's a miracle I didn't slip and fall. Speaking of showers, I found a little surprise in my shower this morning.

After going out for one last night of dancing, I got back wanting nothing more than a nice, cold shower before passing out. I opened the door, turned on the light, and saw a lizard scurry from my feet, up the opposite wall, and into the shower. It climbed down the shower wall, right across from me and stopped in the middle of the wall. I stared at it for a minute, trying to figure out what to do. It stared back at me. I don't know how it got in there because the windows were closed, and usually are during the day too. If I tried to chase it out, where would it go? But I also didn't want it scurrying around the bathtub while I showered. Neither of us moved. I walked back to my room and got my camera since I might as well take a picture.

It was still there. 

So I took the picture, walked out to put my camera in my room, and when I came back, it was gone. I decided to just pretend like it never happened but my eyes were scanning every corner while I showered. Then, as I placed my shampoo back,  I noticed something brownish and webby behind my bottle of conditioner. It was definitely lizardy, but I didn't dare get any closer to get a better look. But it wasn't moving. Was it a different lizard? Was it dead? I skipped conditioner and got out of the shower as fast as I could. When I went back to brush my teeth, it was gone. It had to have been the same lizard and I figured we were both terrified of each other. Maybe that's one thing I won't miss.

But I will miss a lot of things: the loud music booming from every other street corner, the conchos, saying "saludos" to strangers and storekeepers, walking back in the mid-day heat to freshly squeezed mango juice and avocados, laughing with my host mom over dinner, dancing merengue, bachata and salsa with random tigueres at the clubs, learning pop music at Zumba classes, and my host mother saying "Ava, ven a comer" before every meal.

I already talked to my parents about coming back for a family vacation. I'm also joining a club at Yale where I can dance. These 6 weeks had their frustrations, disappointments, and struggles, but I couldn't have asked for more. I leave tomorrow morning for JFK...but I'll always have a little bit of la Republica Dominicana with me. Literally: my backpack is covered in dirt and my D.R. playlist won't stop growing.

gracias

Santo Domingo

I've had 2 final "exams" (scantron = middle school memories!), 2 presentations, and a couple of improvised dramatizations this week. The presentations are a good measure of how much I've improved in Spanish, since they were given with almost no preparation. I also had a mild fever during all this, but I'm just happy that it's gone and I most likely don't have malaria or dengue :) Anyways, this week has been a hot reguero (mess) mostly because we spent the entire weekend touring the capital, Santo Domingo.

Did you know Santo Domingo was the third place Christopher Columbus discovered in the New World?? Now you do. We visited lots of historic places, the names of which I don't remember because I was distracted by the humidity and heat. And my fever. But here's a picture of the palace where Diego Colon - Christopher's son - lived:

It was located in a large plaza that overlooked a river and was lit with old-fashioned street lamps that lined the cafés and restaurants on one side. There was even a public jazz concert and couples danced under the moonlight. So romantic. But my camera is too old to capture the ambience.

We spent our first morning on a guided tour of La Zona Colonial, which is home to the first hospital-turned-prison, university, and cathedral of the New World. We had the rest of the afternoon to ourselves, with 300 pesos to spend for lunch. Naturally, I spent almost all of it on ice cream. Surprisingly, I had only bought ice cream or froyo 3 times before this.

BON!!! The ice cream carts from heaven. These guys made bank from our tour group. 

Santo Domingo - at least the Zona Colonial - was much more European than I'd expected.
But then I remembered the whole Christopher Columbus this. 

After my "lunch" of a chocolate Magnum bar and delicious chinola (passionfruit) frozen yogurt, we went to Calle El Conde for some shopping. I had been pretty frugal up to this point, but I ended up splurging on a saucy, new dress. Even though we split up into several smaller groups, somehow all of us girls ended up at the same store, Divas. I tried on a bandage dress that required a surprisingly amount of exertion to take off. Everyone tried to persuade me to get it, but it wasn't worth $50. It was also a little difficult to walk while wearing it. After looking at what felt like 10 million dresses, I finally bought one.

Deepesh, the lone gentleman who endured hours of shopping and even offered very practical commentary. 

At Mercado Modelo, I used my Chinese-ness to haggle with the shopkeepers. One of them chatted me up, asking me where I was from. When I told him I was Chinese, he went on about how there are so many Chinese people here, they're so hard working, and sell things for the lowest prices. When it came time to bargain, he wouldn't go below 450 pesos while I was trying for 300.  Then I pulled out the "Ya tu sabes! Soy china" But you already know...I'm Chinese!  We all laughed...300 pesos. bam.  I was exhausted and dehydrated (this is a reoccurring theme) after shopping, but the best was yet to come.  LOOK WHAT I FOUND ON THE WAY BACK TO THE HOTEL!!!

Chinatown in Santo Domingo. Obligatory Asian tourist pose. 

Deepesh and I ventured through all of Chinatown (read: 2 blocks) in search of bao zi - steamed buns - in the rain. After speaking to a couple of Chinese store-owners in a mixture of Chinese and Spanish (españchino??), we finally stumbled across the one Chinese bakery that sold vegetable steamed buns and tao sao bao. NOMS. My damp shirt, muddy shoes and grimy limbs melted away as I bit into my derricious veggi steamed bun. To be honest, it was only mediocre, but I was so content.

On Sunday, we visited Tres Ojos, which is home to a collection of beautiful caves and lagoons. It was pretty eerie. And humid.

I felt like I was in "The Goonies"! 

On the way back to Santiago, we bumped into an Dominican-American family at a road-side cafeteria and chatted for a while. These random, spontaneous conversations with strangers are one of my favorite aspects of traveling. I really appreciate it when people start a conversation just out of curiosity instead of watching and wondering. I usually end up doing the latter, but it's something I might change, though I also don't want to be a total creep. We'll see how that goes.

A lot of little things happened today that I feel deserve to be recorded. First, I drank coffee. All of you know I never drink coffee. On the rare occasion where things get really rough (oy, those biochem lab reports), I turn to green tea. However, everyone here drinks coffee so when I woke up this morning feeling like a bag of yuck, I asked my mother for some coffee. It was yummy - probably because I made it Dominican style with 5 spoonfulls of sugar in a tiny little teacup.

Then in our Medical Sociology class, our professor apologized for not wishing us a Happy 4th of July yesterday, and asked us to sing the Star Spangled Banner. We awkwardly all stood up and started singing. It was a surprisingly good rendition of the national anthem, as we hit the high notes and held out the long ones... I even felt a warm burst of pride. U-S-A!

Sadly, I had to skip lunch because my project partner, Kate, and I promised our clinic we would arrive earlier than usual so there wasn't enough time to walk back home. This was mostly because our promotadora de salud (a community volunteer who works in the clinic) basically had nothing for us to do the past 2 days, and when our professor made a surprise visit to our clinic, she had to have a nice loooong chat with the doctor and nurse about how we are actually supposed to be involved at the clinic.   Anyways, I saw some pretty gory stuff. One guy had a second degree burn on his lower arm from a motorcycle accident but refused to let me clean it because he was embarrassed. Psh. The skin had already been removed and it was raw, but there were still some debris embedded in the wound. He's going to regret that. Another woman came in with this huge blister/zit almost 1.5 inches in diameter under her arm that was oozing blood and what looked like pus. My first reaction after "oh my" was "....HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!" Apparently heat + humidity + bacteria + chaffing is not good. It was a sight to see.

For some reason beyond our comprehension, Kate and I received more attention than usual from the male crowds as we walked to and from the clinic. We both looked like hot messes in the heat and humidity, so we're still confused. But a group of guys was playing baseball and fervently tried to get us to join them. They were playing in the middle of the street with a stick and plastic caps from the large water jugs. Maybe this is why Dominicans are so good at baseball? I totally would have played if we hadn't been running late. Next time.

By the time we left the clinic, I was dehydrated even though I'd been constantly drinking water, covered in sweat that made my jeans cling to my legs like saran-wrap, and HUNGRY because all I had for lunch was a granola bar, empenada and some kind of chicken in fried dough. Ok, that sounds like a lot but it wasn't enough for me. Turns out, it was too much grease for my tummy because I had pretty bad cramps by my second mile at the gym and had to walk. Thankfully, there was a spinning class and I felt almost normal by the end. But still HUNGRY. Like, I NEED SOME GLUCOSE hungry.

I got home, took a cold shower, and sat down to a beautiful sight. My host mother saved me part of lunch, so I feasted on roasted chicken, rice pilaf flavored with tomatoes and some other kind of delicious seasoning, sauteed vegetables, and freshly-made jugo de lechoza, piña, y limón (juice made of papaya, pineapple and lemon). She is a goddess. I ate. and ate. and ate. And then when I was uncomfortably full, I ate a banana because my foot had been cramping (not enough potassium!) I was planning to go out with the group, since we get to sleep in tomorrow before heading out to Santo Domingo, but now all I want to do is sit, listen to my new collection of Dominican music, and digest. God, I love food.

YOLO!

I have two exams, a presentation, and a secondary med school application to write this week BUT I couldn't skip out on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. A group of CIEE students and I hopped on a guagua - driven by our favorite chauffer, Rafael - and headed to the mountains of Puerto Plata to see the 27 Charcos (waterfalls). 

On the way to 27 Charcos

Even though it was super touristy (so many white people!), it was totally worth the trip. We hiked for about an hour up a mountain with our two guides and came to the first waterfall. One of them demonstrated how to jump off the rocks into the pool of water below. Even though we were all wearing life vests and helmets, it was a bit scary, and I kept getting water up my nose. We hiked a bit, jumped into a waterfall, swam, hiked some more, and jumped into another waterfall. Every jump was different; some were shallow (tuck your knees in!), others were profundo, and some were surrounded by walls of rock so we had to make sure we jumped carefully. Even though I have a pretty bad fear of heights, I felt fine jumping down into the water...until we got to #8. It was 30 ft tall and was shaped like a deep well. It was basically like jumping off of a 3 story building. Jump too far, hit a rock wall. Jump too close, land on some other rocks.  I stepped out onto the ledge of rocks with a stream of water beneath my feet, looked down, and felt my knees begin to quiver. So I just shut my brain off and yelled "YOOLLOOOOOOOOO" before I could second guess myself.

This one was a baby. Our camera was out of battery for most of the trip :(

                         

some were sit and slide...my butt really hurt after all 27 waterfalls

The scenery was absolutely beautiful. Some of the waterfalls led to streams that made me feel like I was swimming through a mini version of the Grand Canyon. The water was crystal blue, cold, and refreshing after all that sweating on our hike up - not to mention the entire week in the clinic. I have seriously never sweated this much in my entire life.

As if that wasn't enough fun for one weekend, my host mom asked if I wanted to go to the beach with the family and her close friend. ¿POR QUE NO? And so, I headed off to Playa Sosua for a second time - but with real Dominicans. We brought ham and cheese sandwiches with us, to avoid the over-aggressive restaurant owners. It was a perfect day for the beach - sunny and hot. It turns out, most Dominicans (or at least the ones I've met) don't know how to swim. The beaches here are so accommodating that people can just wade out into the nearly wave-free ocean for about 100 m before needing to tread water. You know another thing that would be perfect at this beach? INNER TUBE WATER POLO. Forget Myrtle Beach, guys...we're all coming here and playing ITWP all day every day. Everyone drinks on the beach and in the ocean too, so all you day-drinkers will be happy. Just imagine: play a round of water polo, lounge in the sand, then grab another piña colada just in time for a rematch.

Playa Sosua: going to the beach will never be the same

It's going to a be a busy week (just found out I have another presentation to give!) but with 2 weeks left in this country, I think I'll just enjoy the wonderful people and beautiful (albeit hot and humid) weather.

My host sister and mother. They're the best! 

Before we got roasted in the blazing sun. I'm pretty sure I'm beyond Filipino tan now. 

EPIC buena suerte en Salcedo

After returning from a week of semi-roughing it, a glorious shower, and clean clothes...I'm ready to go back to Salcedo. Let me just start that even though this blog post will be ridiculously long, there is so much more that I want to say. For our community health class, each pair of students was randomly assigned to a rural clinic. All my partner - Kate - and I knew was that ours was new. So, I packed my hiking pants, swiss army knife, and a bunch of sports bras into my duffle bag, ready for a week of living in the campo. Little did I know that our clinic is actually the most urban, recently opened, and comfortable clinic in the area. Unlike some of the other clinics, it normally had water and electricity (we only had 1.5 days without them) It's right across from the only supermarket in town - Los Compadres - which we frequented often for groceries and Kate's morning coffee.

La Clínica de Centro Zona

Even though the clinic itself was quite spiffy, the rest of the town was pretty run down and living conditions varied. In the center and in the countryside surrounding the town, houses were often simple 1-room buildings made up wood or cement with a metal roof. Most had water and electricity, with curtains dividing up the sleeping and eating areas.

Across the street from the clinic 

We lived on the second floor of the clinic, where there was a small kitchen, bedroom, and a bathroom for the doctors who live there. In the D.R., students who graduate from medical school (6 years of university) have a mandatory 1 year rotation in a rural clinic. They are called pasantes and but the actual doctors themselves refer to it as slavery. hah. It's an ideal system, since these rural areas need basic healthcare that these fresh young doctors can deliver. Though the lack of supervision doesn't always work out. Nonetheless, Kate and I again lucked out with a tall, handsome, smart super doctor named Gregory. Did I mention we shared a bedroom? Kate and I slept in one large bed while Dr. McSueño slept in another twin bed on the other side of the room. I was surprised by this arrangement because Dominicans are known to be conservative about males and females even hanging out in the same room, but Kate and I were fine with it. The first night, we're getting ready to go to sleep and Gregory says in Spanish "Perdon, but I sleep without a shirt on" swoon. Basically, Kate and I crushed on Gregory like a 13-year-old girl crushes on Justin Bieber. Don't even get me started when we saw him take care of little kids. Or when he measured my blood pressure as a demonstration. However, he was very camera shy so we had to sneak in pictures of him.

Dr. Gregory making us dinner. SO. FINE. 

The first weekend, one of the nurses invited us out to her house in the campo. We hopped on some motos and rode out into the countryside to play some billiards at a shop/bar/snack stand her brother owned. 

I think Kate and my pool skills thoroughly entertained the onlookers.
Now they probably think Americans suck at pool. Oops. Gregory was perfect - as always. 

After getting eaten a live by mosquitos, we returned to the town and got ready to go out. This was our second day living with Gregory and at this point, he seemed like a very quiet, sensitive guy with very particular methods of living. He cleaned his dishes a certain way, cooked and ate with specific requirements (every meal must have protein!), and taught us how to do all of this. So we weren't quite sure what to expect when he said we were going out for drinks. Turns out, HE IS SUCH A GOOFBALL. We all took a shot of vodka before heading out to the club, where he bought us more drinks. We ended up meeting another pair of students staying nearby and started dancing. We were literally the only ones dancing. Unlike most Dominican men, Gregory isn't really into the whole bachata, salsa, merengue thing (maybe because he's from Santo Domingo?? city boy?) but is more into techno. He dances with his shoulders shrugged, and waves his arms back and forth. Kind of like Lee....It's really funny :) Anyways, the next morning, we wake up to find Gregory making us banana pancakes in his pajama bottoms. sigh 

But back to the real reason we were in the clinic. We learned how to treat minor injuries in the emergency room, watched nurses give shots, and helped out or chatted with the nurses when there wasn't much to do. The most exciting thing for me was treating a women who had a second degree burn on her forehead from boiling water. I put on my gloves, and following the nurse's instructions, cleaned the wound with saline solution and soap, peeled off the burnt skin from her forehead (which was kind of difficult since it was stuck to her hair too), and applied an antibiotic cream. It was awesome! It sounds simple but there's a lot of strategy that goes into avoiding infection and treating the wound. I became good friends with all the nurses, who were all incredibly warm-hearted, feisty, and inviting. 

Teresa, me, Jaqui, and Dionis making gauze packets

The rest of the week in the clinic was pretty slow, but we gave a short info session on STI's to patients sitting in the waiting room, practiced measuring blood pressure to patients waiting to see doctors, and went on some house-calls to visit patients who couldn't make it to the clinic. Actually, there was an old lady with a a really cool (read:gross) diabetic foot and I got to help hand the doctor gauze and pour solution on it. The people here are incredibly generous and cariñosa (caring, affectionate). After we helped bandage this lady's foot, her family offered us soda and crackers. Kate and I were complete foreign strangers, intruding into her visit with a doctor - which is usually a pretty private thing - but she treated us like special guests. There was so much affection: from Fausto - the security guard who offered me his watch after I said it looked cool - to Teresa - who gave Kate and I earrings after I said hers looked pretty - to Paloma, the lab technician who bought us little wall decorations as a parting gift. Now I understand why so many people from Latin America say that Americans are cold. Now I just want to kiss everyone on the cheek! 

One of the best nights in Salcedo was completely unplanned, spontaneous surprise. Gregory, Kate and I were sitting in our kitchen after work when in comes in Courtney and Kristin - 2 other students from our program. We hadn't really talked to many people in our group since we all lives in separate clinics and neither Kate nor I felt like spending taxi fares, but this was a welcome visit. Their doctors came with them and we all hung out for a while before deciding to go out for mufungo. Mufungo is a kind of food popular in the Carribbean that's a mash of mature plantains, chicken, chicharrones (fried pig skin), garlic, salt and pepper, covered with a cheese sauce. It is a heart attack waiting to happen and SO DELICIOUS. We picked up our food and headed out to another clinic, El Rancho, to meet up with some more student-friends and doctor-friends. The rest of the night was a Dominican version of an unedited Grey's Anatomy on crack. We sat around the kitchen of the clinic, drinking rum and coke, sipping on Presidente (the Dominican equivalent of Budweiser), listening to music and listening to inappropriate Dominican jokes and patient stories. We danced to bachata, Rihanna, and whatever else came onto the radio, and finally ended the night when Dr. Gregory (Mr. Responsible) told us we still had to get up early the next day for work. 

Hipster Doctor: aka the player. He tried to dance on (yes, on) ever girl in the room.  

Ok, this post is getting a little long so I think it's time to end. Basically, I had an awesome time and I can't believe my luck. In all seriousness, I'm really glad that we got Gregory as our doctor because he took the effort and time to teach us little things we can apply to our every day life (or in emergencies). I admired his work ethic, attention to detail, compassion, slight OCD about cleanliness, and the way he always analyzed every medical situation to find the best solution possible. Even with the constant sweating in long pants (GAH, I HATE PANTS!) in 90 whatever degree weather, the pathetic stream of water for our shower, waking up to Teke blasting from gigantic speakers on wheels at 7am,  I had the time of my life. Our team of nurses, cleaning ladies, security guards, and lab technicians was always happy to see us and I couldn't have asked for better luck. Alright, maybe just one thing: I really hope I don't get malaria because I was stupid and didn't take the recommended malaria pills before coming to this country. (Somehow when I read the program guidebook, "recommended" was interpreted as "unnecessary").

 Jaqi, Paloma, Josephina (the spicy one), Dionis, and Fausto (who always talked to us in English with New York accent). Missing them already, especially now that I'm wearing clean clothes. 

I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT ONE OF THE BEST MOMENTS! Kate and I dragged Gregory to the local track to run some laps, and we ended up playing soccer with some Dominican kids. Their coach saw us jogging, approached us, and asked/told us to play with his rag-tag team of 10-15 year old boys and girls. The boys looked like they were 6 years old, but they were pretty good. I even got a little aggressive and had to make sure I didn't completely squash them. By the end of the day, I was covered in even more sweat and dirt, on the verge of fainting from a heat stroke, and limping with stiff quads but so content.

una mezcla de todo

After 35 long, muggy hours of class last week, we all headed to Playa Sosua to take in some sun and relax. It looked basically like the last beach we went to (read: gorgeous!), except there were more tourists, shops, and aggressive store-owners. It was a 2-hour journey by public bus (Greyhound style), which dropped us off 5 minutes from the beach. The comfortable, air-conditioned ride cost a little over $4. I guess that's comparable to Megabus, but Megabus doesn't drop us off at a beautiful beach. The first thing I did when I got there was buy a piña colada - sin rum. (It was 10:30am after all)

Freshly fried fish with a squeeze of lime, cabbage salad, rice + beans, fried plantains and a Coke
This looks a lot like the other meal by the beach, but it was SO MUCH BETTER.
*HEAVEN*

While feasting on the best meal I've had so far in this country, I couldn't help but notice all the old, white men walking around with young Dominican women. A pair sat down next to us at the beach-side cafe and it was clear from their conversation that she was a prostitute. We talked about this in our language class the following Monday, and prostitution (specifically, child prostitution) is a huge problem here. Though it might not be the case with these wealthy foreigners, condoms aren't widely used here, which makes STI's a serious issue. Coincidentally, my community health project is about STI's, and my project partner and I will be going to a rural clinic in a neighboring state to give educational presentations to teenagers there. Aside from the heavy Catholic influence, the machismo culture also plays a role in the lack of contraceptive use. While it's socially acceptable for men to have multiple sexual partners, this is not the case for women. The idea of "safe sex" here is the concept that it's kept a secret, as to not damage the man's reputation. I'm still not sure how we're going to explain the dangers of AIDS and chlamydia to a group of teenagers/kids/whoever comes to watch our presentation in Spanish...especially in a way that's accessible to people with a limited education. But we'll figure it out!

Anyways, I felt odd enjoying myself in the clear ocean water while thinking about all these problems, but that's basically this trip in a nutshell. We go out, have fun, spend our money on touristy things on the weekend and then spend hours in class learning about how about 50% of the population lives in poverty. The economic disparity here is pretty dramatic. BMW's and Mercedes are pretty common in the area where I live, while people live in shacks a couple blocks away. We've visited several hospitals and judging from the run-down state of the public hospitals contrasted with the shiny floors of the private clinics,  it's pretty evident that health is a commodity - not a right. But I won't go all Medical Anthropology here...I spend enough time writing about this in our Medical Sociology class reflections every day. This being said, I'm pretty excited for our rural clinic rotation. Even though I won't be going into the mountains, we're going to one of the poorest areas in the country - Salcedo. It's known as a political hot bed, and it's where the famous Mirabal Sisters were born. These 4 women are famous in the Dominican Republic for fighting against the oppressive Trujillo regime during the 1930's-1960's.

One of the public hospitals - Cabral 

I'm going off on a tangent here, but I'm going to bed in a bit since I have to get up at 6:45 am, as usual. I've stopped using an alarm now, since my biological clock is pretty much set. I'll watch a couple more minutes of this telenovela with my host family, sleep like a rock, and then wake up to another delicious breakfast. Honey Bunches of Oats tomorrow! I save the grilled cheese and jam sandwich for every other day...

When I first arrived, I heard a stream of complaints and comparisons of the D.R. to America. These included paying for water at restaurants, the crazy traffic, trash in the streets and sidewalks, and the lack of drinkable tap water. I think all my visits to China prepared me for this, so I wasn't phased by the public bathrooms or aggressive drivers. I was, however, slightly apprehensive about riding in conchos. I've mentioned them before, but conchos are hybrids of taxis and public busses. All I knew about them was that you can squeeze 2 people in the passenger seat, and 4-5 (maybe 6, if there are children) in the back. During orientation, the program stressed that you should never take out your wallet in a concho, be wary of thieves, and always make sure you're going in the correct direction. Every time I saw a concho, I saw strangers squeezed into a tiny, dilapidated sedan that sped through lanes, honking at everything that moved. It seemed like a confusing, shady system of public transportation. During our scavenger hunt, we had quite the adventure trying to fit into one concho while chatting it up with the locals:

Hopping into a concho

Trying not to squish the 2 other riders in the backseat...

But it turns out, they're wonderful and so easy to use! They are small sedans and follow different routes. You can pick one up anywhere along its route, just by standing on the sidewalk and holding out your hand. The number of fingers you point out signifies the number of seats you want. For example, if I had a group of 3 and wanted a Route A concho, I would hold up 3 fingers and wave down conchos with the letter "A" on their dashboards. If the driver only has room for 2 people, he'll hold up 2 fingers outside his window. If there's enough space, he'll pull over. The incessant honking is to pick up more passengers who may be looking for a ride. It's a flat rate of 20 pesos per person and the streets are full of them. Yes, the system is a bit more chaotic than the T in Boston or using a private car to drive across freeways in Los Angeles, but it's economical, easy to use, and practical. Wonder if this is more feasible than a subway system in LA...