I’ll be in Kinshasa by dinner time. I’m looking forward to a vastly different experience from my everyday in Toronto, Canada and my vacation week in Paris, France. I’ve heard about the Congolese people from new friends on Facebook (thanks Sabrina and Zaya) and I saw beautiful, adorned women in the lineup at the airport to go to Congo. Women in long dresses with sequins and jewels adorned, bright colours like fuscia and black, bright pink and aubergine, red and silver. Heads wrapped in matching or complementary scarves. Some with babies wrapped around their backs. All dressed up and made up. Wow! I cannot match them in my yoga pants, tired face and head wrapped for travel in non-matching scarf. But I hope to match them if I can by borrowing a little Congo culture when I’m there for 11 weeks.
A good friend asked me if I was nervous, if I had butterflies. I said ‘no, not really’. But it caused me to think about it. I was okay before being in Paris, it wasn’t as hard as I thought it would be, nearly everyone I encountered spoke a little English; it’s like everyone in customer service, travel and hospitality was bilingual. I won’t exactly be a tourist in Congo, so I know it will be different. My experience in France will not compare and I don’t expect it to. I am most nervous about ‘parlez en Francaise toujours’. At the airport, I needed people to repeat questions and directions, and I barely understood the spoken French. I can read it but listening and hearing is different.
Am I nervous? Do I have butterflies? Yes, I do. Mostly because I will be in a foreign environment but mostly because of the challenge I have hoisted upon myself to ‘get bilingual’. My boss asked me if I had a plan to learn French. I thought it was obvious. Immersion! I have always considered
immersion to be my best plan for learning and practicing French. But I also recognize I actually do need more study, so I’ve got my grammar book and my French-English dictionary and I will need to practice reading, writing and speaking. Practice is something I will get in Congo, what I am most happy about being in Congo is that I will have little choice but to ‘parlez en Francais’.
I know it will feel odd at first, but the years of study and the conversations with friends, listening and watching Quebecois television will become useful somehow. Talk about getting out of your comfort zone. I’m putting myself out there and taxing my limits to become a better, stronger
person through this experience. I can only do this by the grace of God and with the support and love of family and friends and through the fellowship of the Filles de Marie Auxiliatrice (Daughters of Mary, help of Christians), Salesian Sisters.
I hope the next blog will be bilingual. J’espere ca la prochaine blog sera bilingue.
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris. Show all posts
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Sunday, June 24, 2012
History ain't nothing like the present - Paris to Kinshasa - June 23, 2012
Paris has been fun, a good test of my French skills and my ability to manage in a somewhat foreign environment. One might wonder why I detoured to Paris en route to Kinshasa. Moi aussi, yet there are some great incidentals along the way.
Incidentally, while in Paris I visited the Musee de Quoi Branly, Europe's largest collection of Oceanic peoples, Asian, African and American first peoples history and culture. It is referred to as the collections of 'non-Western' cultures. I began my history tour of the museum with the Pygmy people of Papua New Guinea and finished with the Chilean people of Chile.
Along the way, I saw artifacts and history of the food, lifestyle, dress and culture of the first people of many cultures including Congo, Angola, Haiti and Vietnam. I feel like I learned stuff about a history many centuries old, as much as you can from dead people's stuff. (Shrug). I also saw that one of the largest collections came from one Western European doctor who brought back to Europe all the "gifts" the people had given him. I had my misgivings about the number of funeral staffs and pyres that were on display. I appreciated seeing them in the museum, but wondered about the ethics of uprooting someone's culture and heritage in the form of their tombstone so it could be in a museum. Hmmm, that is a debate that I believe rages beyond this blog.
While I learned about the people of Congo and the Yoruba culture (in Congo and neighbouring African countries), it has only whet my appetite to learn more about the culture and heritage of Congo from those living it today. Just like studying French language and history. Going to the museums is fun, but it is a damn-sight removed from the France of today, which is more complicated and diverse than the revolution would suggest. I have attended two churches this week and I keep remembering that getting rid of religion and religious hierarchy was a tenement of the revolution. Hmmm. Yet, Paris and many other parts of France boast the most beautiful and largest churches with strong congregations, the language is built around religion. With as complex a history, or more complex and diverse some could argue, (but each person's and country's history is relative and unique), the Congo of today may be far removed from the Congo of years past that I saw reflected in the museum.
I realize that not many people get the opportunity to visit a country different or 'foreign' from their own and live the culture, heritage and history of that place by living among it's peoples. Most of us are limited in our experience of other cultures through museum visits and what we learn on the internet or from a library or the media. I am grateful for this opportunity to live another culture and experience another life, another lifestyle by living among the peoples.
I hope I can give back to others what this experience will give to me. I only wish more people took the chance and the opportunity to be somewhere else and do something else.
Incidentally, while in Paris I visited the Musee de Quoi Branly, Europe's largest collection of Oceanic peoples, Asian, African and American first peoples history and culture. It is referred to as the collections of 'non-Western' cultures. I began my history tour of the museum with the Pygmy people of Papua New Guinea and finished with the Chilean people of Chile.
Along the way, I saw artifacts and history of the food, lifestyle, dress and culture of the first people of many cultures including Congo, Angola, Haiti and Vietnam. I feel like I learned stuff about a history many centuries old, as much as you can from dead people's stuff. (Shrug). I also saw that one of the largest collections came from one Western European doctor who brought back to Europe all the "gifts" the people had given him. I had my misgivings about the number of funeral staffs and pyres that were on display. I appreciated seeing them in the museum, but wondered about the ethics of uprooting someone's culture and heritage in the form of their tombstone so it could be in a museum. Hmmm, that is a debate that I believe rages beyond this blog.
While I learned about the people of Congo and the Yoruba culture (in Congo and neighbouring African countries), it has only whet my appetite to learn more about the culture and heritage of Congo from those living it today. Just like studying French language and history. Going to the museums is fun, but it is a damn-sight removed from the France of today, which is more complicated and diverse than the revolution would suggest. I have attended two churches this week and I keep remembering that getting rid of religion and religious hierarchy was a tenement of the revolution. Hmmm. Yet, Paris and many other parts of France boast the most beautiful and largest churches with strong congregations, the language is built around religion. With as complex a history, or more complex and diverse some could argue, (but each person's and country's history is relative and unique), the Congo of today may be far removed from the Congo of years past that I saw reflected in the museum.
I realize that not many people get the opportunity to visit a country different or 'foreign' from their own and live the culture, heritage and history of that place by living among it's peoples. Most of us are limited in our experience of other cultures through museum visits and what we learn on the internet or from a library or the media. I am grateful for this opportunity to live another culture and experience another life, another lifestyle by living among the peoples.
I hope I can give back to others what this experience will give to me. I only wish more people took the chance and the opportunity to be somewhere else and do something else.
Thursday, June 21, 2012
Learning French not as easy as I thought - June 22, 2012
I'm in Paris for a mini-vacation and cultural experience before I embark on my volunteering service with the Salesian Sisters in Kinshasa, Congo next week. I had hoped the experience of being in a strange land though westernized and speaking a foreign language would prepare me for being in a more foreign land and I might have better French by then.
I'm testing myself today and realize I need more practice and more faith in my abilities. It is scary being here on my own and barely speaking French, but I got myself some books and will find myself at a cafe reading French and practicing. Courage!
Everyday is a learning experience, my comprehension is getting better and understanding the accent and doing it right makes a world of difference. This is me getting ready for Congo.
I'm testing myself today and realize I need more practice and more faith in my abilities. It is scary being here on my own and barely speaking French, but I got myself some books and will find myself at a cafe reading French and practicing. Courage!
Everyday is a learning experience, my comprehension is getting better and understanding the accent and doing it right makes a world of difference. This is me getting ready for Congo.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)