We’re Back (again)

we're back-1Some of you may have seen on our facebook post a few weeks ago that our blogging computer decided to take a diving vacation (aka, it got some serious water damage) while we were headed to Rapa Nui. And since our other computer was downloading and processing filming footage just about 24/7, internet is sporadic and only available in about a 10 x 10 foot square within the hotel, and we rarely were sitting still unless we were sleeping, we decided to let the blog go for a bit.

But we are back in business. The computer has been rebuilt and we saved (wince) half the price of a new computer! And we are back in the land of decent internet speeds, also known as the frozen tundra of Minnesota. We have a lot of fun posts planned for the next few weeks, starting with an update on our filming progress. We just about finished all the filming we need for the documentary, so endless nights and weekends of editing are in our future. But, we are so excited about the footage we got that all the work ahead actually sounds fun.

I was worried I might not take well to the whole filmmaker career switch, but I have to say, so far so good. Being on a film shoot these last three weeks was exhilarating and included everything I love: being outside everyday, switching fast from task to task, jumping at spontaneous opportunities as they arise, and of course, getting to direct people and make decisions and, well, be in charge. Cue a big sigh of relief that this whole husband and wife documentary team thing might just work.

{photo of Tahai archaeological site by Pineapple Tree, adapted to watercolor using the iphone app Waterlogue}

 

A new year, a new beginning

a-new-year-a-new-beginning-1So here we are in a new year. Do you see the new year as a new beginning? I know there’s always tons of chatter about resolutions and starting fresh, and sometimes I don’t buy into it, but usually it does feel good to see the year as a whole new beginning. Yeah, it’s pretty arbitrary, but, there’s something about seeing it as a fresh start that makes going through another year feel possible. It gives you motivation to go forward without feeling destined to repeat the year before.

So every year we do try to come up with little things to keep in mind through the year ahead, maybe goals, maybe hopes or dreams, or maybe just little mantras to keep our focus on an aspect of personal growth that has risen to the surface. This year I’m repeating these four words:securedownload-2 It’s time for me to stop rushing around, missing all that’s happening around me. Time to drive slower, to walk slower, to see the world for what it is each day and to take it in with awe. And it’s time for me to lose control, not in the go crazy and have no inhibitions sense, but in the sense of letting go of my control over every situation, letting go of perfection, giving the reigns to others (at least sometimes) and trusting in the bigger plans out there for me, for us.

So in the spirit of losing control, one of our favorite things over the holiday was a trip we took to Sky Zone with a bunch of friends. It’s a huge gym full of trampolines. There are even trampolines angled upright, so you can literally bounce off the walls. We jumped, we played jumping dodgeball, we jumped and flipped into a giant pile of foam blocks, and we jumped some more. And we couldn’t wipe those giddy, silly, gigantic smiles off our faces all night. It was that. much. fun.a-new-year-a-new-beginning Continue Reading →

Overwhelmed

overwhelmed-4Well, Happy New Year! We are back. Finally. After quite a long absence. We hope you didn’t completely give up on us. We are still here, still excited to tell our stories as we travel about and try to make a life out of what we love. We promise to keep up the posts much more frequently now.

So where did we leave off? Somewhere around here, am I right? overwhelmed-1We were on Easter Island working on production for our documentary. And then we weren’t. Sometimes airplane travel just blows my mind, because not more than a day after having that above as our view, we were staring out the window at this. overwhelmed-2Talk about contrast, and don’t get me started on lack of color. Anyone who travels to warmer climes during winter in Minnesota knows what we are talking about. That sinking feeling you get when you look out your window and realize the beaches have become snow and the long winter is still here, dragging on, and there’s no longer anywhere to hide. Continue Reading →

Arriving Separately

arriving-separately-2Have you ever traveled alone to meet a partner or friend somewhere far from home? I always thought A Cup of Jo‘s post about arriving separately for a dinner date sounded so romantic. Probably because it feels so out of character for us….we don’t live in NYC, i.e. we aren’t in walking or subway distance from a date night restaurant and we only own one car. But sometimes, we have met each other in far off places and we’ve discovered that, while sometimes having to travel alone can sound scary or sad, we can make it into a romantic way to meet up far away. We even flew separately to our own wedding in Hawaii. At first I hated the idea, but people were so nice and excited for me as I flew to Hawaii on my own, wedding dress in tow, that I decided it wasn’t that bad. It’s just one more way to keep excitement and adventure in your relationship. arriving-separately-8And if I hadn’t done it, I wouldn’t have been picked up from the airport by this hot Rapa Nui guy. I know we are extremely fortunate to have the opportunity to do things like this in our lives, and it probably won’t last forever, so all the more reason to take advantage of it now, right?  Continue Reading →

Kon Tiki

Are you looking for a movie recommendation for the weekend? Have you seen Kon Tiki yet? It’s a fictional retelling of the Norwegian explorer Thor Heyerdahl’s real life adventure into the Pacific on a Peruvian raft. The cinematography is gorgeous and the story really brings alive the adventurous spirit of Heyerdahl and the men that he convinced to follow him on his crazy journey. Together, they built a replica of an ancient coastal raft used by native peoples from Peru and attempted to sail across the Pacific toward central Polynesia to prove the Pacific Islands could have been settled from South America. He wrote the book, Kon Tiki to document their voyage, which took place just after the end of WWII in 1947.

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photo from the new movie Kon Tiki, a re-creation of a Peruvian coastal raft

Most Pacific scholars today scoff at the mere mention of Heyerdahl’s name – how could he disgrace the ingenuity and highly skilled navigational capability of the Polynesians by suggesting South Americans, using coastal sailing rafts and with no knowledge of voyaging across open oceans, were the ones to sail 2, 3, 4000 miles to settle Polynesia? We know today that there absolutely was contact between South America and Polynesia….it just wasn’t in the direction Heyerdahl thought. The Polynesians were highly trained navigators after all, so why would they discover nearly every spec of land or rock throughout the Pacific but miss the continent at the other end? And, although much of the “evidence” Heyerdahl cited as proof of a connection between the two peoples has been proven inaccurate, there is, in fact, evidence piling higher every day that the Polynesians made it to South America, introduced the Polynesian chicken, likely settled some of the islands along Chile’s coast, and brought back the sweet potato along with it’s Andean name, Kumara, and spread it throughout the Pacific.

re-creation of a traditional Polynesian double-hulled voyaging canoe

So, even though Heyerdahl has been proven wildly inaccurate in his theory that South Americans settled Polynesia, his story of adventure still stirs up my love of uncovering the past. And this movie depicts that spirit of exploration in the most simple yet beautiful manner, while bringing to life some of the fanciful aspects of the story such as encounters with mysterious undocumented sea creatures and giants of the deep ocean. It’s available now for rent or purchase on iTunes, Amazon or Netflix, and probably in your local movie rental store (if you still have a local store), so check it out. I highly recommend it. It’s a fantastic journey of a movie.

And just as an aside… I can’t ever think of Heyerdahl these days without acknowledging to myself that despite his less than stellar reputation in academic circles, my life today would not be what it is without him. When I was in junior high, my English teacher gave me a copy of the book Kon Tiki as a prize for getting good grades on my papers that month.

I quickly devoured the adventurous story (which, now knowing more about Thor Heyerdahl, was a rather gloriously embellished re-telling of his journey. His books, although sold as non-fictional accounts of his exploits and adventures, are known for their fanciful accounts, not all of which are based in reality). I was hooked and immediately began searching for more wonderful tales of adventure mixed with archaeology and interpretations of the past. I had wanted to be an archaeologist since age 7 when I took an egyptology class at my magnet school and fell in love with the story of Howard Carter’s discovery of King Tut’s tomb. It wasn’t until college, like most kids who are star struck by the Indiana Jone’s style treasure hunting stories, that my understanding of archaeology was crushed and re-molded into the less than fantastic reality it actually is….staring at tiny nicks on rocks for hours on end trying to see the difference between two types of flakes discarded during tool making….or digging holes in the ground for days only to discover dirt, dirt, and more dirt, and maybe the occasional rat bone (although I do still love digging in the dirt). But, back then, after reading Kon Tiki, I found another of Heyerdahl’s books, Aku Aku, about his expedition to Easter Island in 1955.aku-aku5-webThis book, like his others, is not exactly historically accurate, but it solidified my fascination with that little island and eventually led me to choose to go there for my first archaeological field school the summer after my freshman year of college. Little did I know that teacher who gave me Kon Tiki back in 7th grade was actually leading me to meet my husband, Ta’u…..isn’t life incredible in retrospect? Not only did I meet Ta’u there, but my father-in-law is a native Easter Islander and the first to be trained as an archaeologist by one of the scholars that Heyerdahl brought with him on his 1955 expedition. Small world, right? Ta’u has childhood memories of Heyerdahl staying with them in his father’s hotel. The one thing he remembers most about Heyerdahl is the baby blue safari suit he always wore. You can still find photos of him from his various visits to the island wearing that exact outfit.

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Moving between here and there

moving-between-here-and-there-8Coming and going is always a strange phenomenon for me. You’d think after the amount of upheaval and change that has permeated my life from the very beginning that I would be a pro at smoothly moving through change. And perhaps on the outside it appears that way….but moving from a life that you are used to, comfortable in, to another life, another home, another place, always comes with the same feelings of panic and nostalgia and sadness and loss. I call it a change-attack instead of a panic attack…it’s a feeling so specific to changing my environment and the people around me that I feel like it deserves it’s own name. The feeling of panic usually hits first as a shock rushing through my body upon waking up, often from a nap (because everyone needs a nap after a big trip, right?). moving-between-here-and-there-2I open my eyes and in those first few moments of waking, when the world doesn’t quite feel stable again yet, when you still aren’t quite sure if you are really here, if everything around you is reality or still a dream, that’s when the feelings of nostalgia and sadness set in. I feel a tremendous longing for where I was and no longer am. Suddenly everything around me feels so wrong. Even if I’m in the most comfortable, familiar place — a place I missed terribly and had been begging to return to, I still get that feeling of loss and sadness for wherever I’d been.

Some of what I’m missing about my time on Easter Island…

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the view we love so much from our “home” on Easter Island

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enjoying “once” on the lanai

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a parking lot just for watching the waves…where one stops for a break on a lazy drive home

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the town “beach”

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enjoying guava ice cream after a day in the field

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renovations of the soccer field….prepping for artificial turf

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a stare down between car and cow….an everyday occurrence on the road

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gorgeous sunsets

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a new decorative rock wall on the newest addition to the family hotel

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Abuelita’s bucket cilantro garden

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take-out ceviche from Hetu’u

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waiting to board the plane….of to another home

So I’ve come to realize I just need to allow myself time to move through that stage of transition from one place to another — that place of sadness and loss for the daily familiarity of what was. I have to let myself trust that the comfort of an everyday routine with the people I see on a daily basis and with the places I inhabit, will return in this new location….and it always does. Within only a few days, where I was becomes a distant memory. Until I travel again, and the whole process starts anew.

Has anyone else ever felt something like that? It’s such a hard feeling to put into words.moving-between-here-and-there-6

 

Flight

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Flying and I have a love-hate relationship. I generally hate it. It terrifies me. But I love that it gets me somewhere breathtaking and new in a matter of hours. And, I love looking out the window. On a clear day, I am endlessly reminded of the beauty of our planet and am in awe that we can fly above it. It’s a step away from normal. Up there in flight I let myself be consumed by the wonder of the bigger things and worry less about the little things.

Some favorites from our past few years of travel…

 

Hawaii

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The Andes

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Easter Island

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The Rockies – Utah

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and more…. loving the texture in these.

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Vienna, Austria by night

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Turks and Caicos

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The North Carolina Coast

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(all photos by Pineapple Tree)

 

 

 

Express yourself

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I often feel like words cannot truly capture the density, depth, or intricacy of my thoughts and emotions about the greater aspects of life. Words can lock in big complex sensations into terms that often feel too simple. But language and our use of it to communicate is quite incredible in what it allows us to capture and share with others. We have developed quite an array of symbols to describe the world around us and our perceptions of it. That is what makes language so fascinating to anthropologists. Our language is a reflection of the way in which we as a collective culture, sharing a common language, experience or perceive the world.

Aren’t these beautifully illustrated words from cultures around the world wonderful? See more here.

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FrenchAnd one of my favorites in Rapanui (the Polynesian language spoken on Easter Island) is the closest word (or phrase) they have for love: Mo more manava mo te hanga au kia koe e. Literally: The tightening / wrenching of the stomach that is made by my want for you. The Rapanui believe that a person feels with their stomach, not with their heart. This give that “gut feeling” a new meaning.

Yet, although we share a language with a group of people who often experience the world in similar ways, we each individually have our own understanding of the delicate nuances of a particular word. And therein lies a conundrum: can anyone really know you— really truly understand what you are thinking and feeling? Your own very individual experiences and background color your understanding of the world right down to what a word means or represents to you. Orenda - IroquoianBut still, some words do seem to come close to expressing those most complex of sensations or feelings. And looking at those words across languages gives us an incredible window into not only how different groups of people experience the world, but also the vast variety of emotions and perceptions we, as humans, experience and try to capture in our languages. I stumbled across this tumbler some months ago and love using it to discover some of that complex and colorful vocabulary we have developed around the world.

The feeling  I had before I found Easter Island….Sehnsucht And some more of my favorites….Annus Mirabilis - LatinSmultronstalle - SwedishNefelibata - Spanish Greek

 

 

Another corner of home

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Photo by Yann Arthus-Bertrand

This weekend I’m heading off to another corner of home…..Easter Island, or Rapa Nui. One of the smallest, most remote inhabited places on the planet, it is nearly 2000 miles from any other populated land and it has a surface area of only 60 square miles – about the size of Washington D.C. But, unknown to many, it has a thriving population of over 6000 people, not to mention the 80,000 or so tourists that visit each year.

This is the first time in 10 years that I will travel to the island without Ta’u. I will miss his presence very much, but I’m getting excited to take on this new challenge. I’ve definitely let him lead the way with his huge extended family there – he’s related to most of the islanders which can get pretty confusing trying to keep them all straight and remember who’s related to who. Knowing who someone is there means knowing how they are related to you, so when you get introduced it’s not just, “this is so and so” but, “this is so and so, he’s your cousin, he’s the grandson of my father’s brother’s daughter.” You’ve got to learn fast, and as someone who’s terrible with names anyway, this is the ultimate challenge. When in doubt I know to smile and wave at everyone I see just in case they are family (which most likely they are) and try not to let on that I can’t remember who’s cousin’s wife’s brother-in-law they are. So being there on my own, I hope, will force me to learn by doing, shall we say.

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I won’t have too much time to see family, though, because for most of my visit I’ll be leading and guiding a tour on the island. They will meet me in Santiago, Chile, and then we’ll head to the island together where I’ll get to share the statues, or moai, in all their glory, as well as the less glamorous, but just as important everyday features like house foundations and rock walls. This group is all about lecturing and continuing education so I’ll be doing a lot of this fancy posing while I discuss the details of life in the past.

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I’ll also get to enjoy views like this. Oh, I miss this little island so much. I can’t wait to get there.

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We have some exciting posts planned for while I’m away, so keep checking in. One of them may or may not include an epic video about our recent log rolling experience, and we have a whole week of Boundary Water Canoe Area (BWCA)-themed posts including survival skills and gourmet food.

Happy weekend!

What does the giraffe say?

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I have a much younger brother and when he was about three and a half, Ta’u and I were asking him to make the sounds of animals. We went through a number of them. What does a dog say? “Bark bark” What does a cat say? “Meow meow” What does a cow say “Moo moo.” We exhausted all the domestic animals fairly quickly along with the common wild ones like lions and bears. This was one smart little guy. So, in an effort to try to stump him…I mean, he might be nearly 20 years my junior, but he’s still my brother, so I had to make sure he got his fair share of sisterly fun….we shouted out “What does a giraffe say?” With no hesitation, as if he was asked this everyday, he swayed his little head and body from side to side, mimicking the movement of the long neck of a giraffe, while murmuring “mmmmmm, mmmmm.” And that’s how we learned what a giraffe says. Like I said, he’s one smart little guy.

So when I saw this video last week, it made me think of my brother. I bet he knows what the fox says. Have you seen it? It was made by Ylvis, a Norwegian variety show group made up of two brothers. It’s totally weird but funny in that scandinavian humor sort of way.