Do You Remember? 21st Night of September?

 Stateline, Nevada, Septiembre 2020

Familia y amigos, 

Rennea

Estoy en la recta final con la casita que me dispuse a remodelar en Tahoe.

En esta foto el empapelado de los gabinetes de cocina- 

a falta de presupuesto, pintura y papel contact funcionan perfecto!

Está quedando tan linda que hasta me quiero mudar para acá (algún día)

Mandaré fotos cuando esté lista que creo que por los vientos que soplan será el último día.

Renie Joie

Renie Joie se fue a San Diego en busca de mas aventuras trabajando y viviendo en la van de Skylr y vistando amigos.

Vean la vista desde su oficina.  En el mar, la vida es mas sabrosa.

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Avery, Tim, Felix y Didi

No sé nada de ella pues me mandó un texto que perdió la voz (típico de cuando comienza clases) y no hemos hablado.  Solo sé que su proyecto de verano de remodelar un jardín para sus 26 alumnos de 1er grado fué todo un éxito! Hizo una recolecta y usó los fondos para crear este parquecito infantil.

Véanlo aquí

Proyecto de Avery

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Skylr, Maura, Rydr, Indiana

Skylr sigue en los fuegos que nunca terminan.

Maura con los chamitos “holding the fort” pues estar de madre soltera es difícil especialmente si los niños se enferman.

Rydr estuvo con fiebre 3 dias- no era el coronavirus sino herpes- se le abombó el labio despues de dias malito.

Ahora le toca la fiebre a Indiana y no se sabe porqué todavía.- esperemos no le dé nada raro.

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Y para completar un dia perfecto: 

Do you remember?

21st night of 

September

Love was changing the minds of

Pretenders

While chasing the clouds 

awayyyy

Earth Wind and Fire- September

Our hearts were 

ringin’

in the key that our souls

were singin’

as we danced in the night,

remember

how the stars stole the night

awayyyyy

ha ha ha

ba dee ya- say that you remember

ba dee ya- dancing in September

Ba dee ya- never was a cloudy dayyyyyyy.

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Lake Tahoe Blue

 Lake Tahoe Blue-

Familia y amigos, 

Lake Tahoe es realmente un lugar de magnética belleza y doy gracias por estar aquí acompañada de Renie Joie.

La primera semana Renie Joie y yo nos quedamos nos quedamos en Gardnerville con Maura mientra ella se recobra de una cirujía de Mommy-makeover: mas pecho y menos barriga.  Despues de ver la cicatriz decidí que me quedo con mi barriguita… ja ja ja.

Renie improvising a baby carrier

Uphill towards Kings Canyon Waterfall

Llevamos a los niños de excursión, que es lo que tía Renie y Memé aman hacer.  Me vuelve un poco loca quedarme con ellos en casa.  El calor en Gardnerville es intenso.

Todavía no he visto a Skylr quien ha estado permanentemente en un fuego.  Lo poco que he hablado con él ha sido corto y lo noto cansado y con grandes deseos de volver a casa a sus dos dias de descanso antes de que lo manden a otro fuego.

El deck que fue la razón principal de mi viaje ya está en proceso por un cuarto del precio del presupuesto mas barato que me habían dado.  

Aquí hay precios para los de California, diferentes a los de Nevada y si tienes teléfono de San Francisco, ni se diga.  Se ve la grandísima diferencia entre las casas espectaculares multimillonarias y las casas donde viven los trabajadores de la zona. Nuestra casita está en un área como la última, donde creo que el 80% son latinos trabajadores en el “hospitality industry”.

Alrededor de South Lake Tahoe

Praderas alrededor del lago

A media cuadra tenemos un parque llamado Lam Watah, que caminando por una hermosa pradera con riachuelos llegas a Nevada Beach, una de las playas mas espectaculares de Tahoe.  Renie y yo vamos casi todas la tardes a ver la puesta del sol. Detrás a media cuadra el campo de golf de Edgewood Golf Club.  Al final de nuestra callecita acaban de terminar Lake Tahoe Beach Club con 143 condominios que venden entre $1M y $5M. Grandes contrastes.

Fernley y Fort Churchill- Este de Reno

Por fín este fin de semana tomamos un dia libre.  El sábado fuimos a buscar en Fernley, en el medio del desierto, literalmente, unas sillas para la nueva van de Skylr y de paso buscamos una caminata.  Terminamos en un lugar que fué en 1860 un fuerte, Fort Churchill,  construido para controlar a los indígenas que atacaban el Pony Express y los nuevos asentamientos en la zona .  Me pareció irónico todo el gran elogio por estas ruinas militares y no se hace mención alguna de los indígenas de la zona ni de su importancia ni sabemos el nombre ni si quedan algunos vivos. La ribera del Carson River fué donde se creó esta fortaleza.  Está completamente seco debido a la agricultura de la zona pero por los árboles se nota que debe haber sido hermoso. 

Me recordó a los indios Wayuu de la península goajira que se quedaron sin medio de vida (agua, peces, agricultura) cuando la compañia minera decidión embalsar y usar el agua para su industria. Me impresiona como la gente usa el agua sin ver las posibles consecuencias o sin que les/nos importe.

Horse Trail Waterfall

El domingo fuimos a Horse Trail Waterfall donde nos deleitamos del agua fresca de río y escalamos por paredes de granito y tomamos refugio del solazo bajo un ciprés hermoso.

Volviendo a la casa

Esta casa necesita de todo: ventanas, hacerle un upgrade a la electricidad, cocina, baño, TODO.  Estoy haciendo la lista y ver que hago antes de irme para que quede decente.  Por supuesto que mi decente es muy diferente al decente de lo que la gente espera.  Todos me dicen: “No importa esto es solo un rental” y yo, por mi manera de ser, quiero ponerla bella e immaculada para el que venga.  Tengo que luchar un poco contra mis grandísimas aspiraciones pero es que esta casita me cae muy bien. Tiene muchísimo potencial!

Nuestra rutina diaria: Renie Joie se levanta a las 5 am a trabajar cada día. Tiene una conferencia tras otra.  No para la chica.  Yo sigo mi rutina de comenzar a las 9:30 despues de todo mi ritual matutino y me fajo a ser contratista y dedico algunas horas a mi Bilingual Kids venture. A las 6 o 7pm nos toca caminata, playa y bellos atardeceres.

Acampamos en casa.

¡Saludos desde South Lake Tahoe!

Llegó La Primavera (Año de la Peste)

Abajo les coloco fotos tomadas el 12 de abril, día de la resurrección.
Cada una tiene notas de cómo las uso.
¡Disfruten! Son base para nuestro jardín con gallinas y patos en "Hasta Aquí Me Trajo El Río"

To The Beat of My Own Drum

A Celebration Letter - written next year (around this time)
Last blog entry was me 20 years from now.
This blog entry is one year from now.
A mini-step towards that big dream.

Dear Family, 

The year 2020 is over and I am in awe of how fast it went, how exciting it was.

I started slowly. I had to remind impatient-me that I step at the beat of my own drum. In retrospect, "slow" is a judgment word I can skip. So let's rephrase: I began the year with my usual tropical rhythm. That's better! I like it, "lenta ma inesorabile"

I was each day more mindful as I reflected daily on them. How is it that everything I embark on is a joy to me? Every letter I write, every step I take, even when it’s a bit uncomfortable I'm having fun. As I told my mom: I’m definitely “una gozona”

* * * 

There were times at work when I’d propose a product to a client and I'd be afraid they may reject it, maybe it was pricey to them. I was often stuck on this, my weak point, until I learned to snap out of it and use my Queen archetype. I knew my product, I had been there, done that and I created the value for them to take advantage of. The price is mine to set. My job is to find one who values it.

After I got over this hump everything started flowing easier.  

I took small steps, skipping assumptions that sabotage my work. After much experimenting, I hit it right on the dot, with the right combination of product value, satisfaction, and price. I must say I have grown a lot this year.

Today I have an LLC, which in the past I shied away from. I exchanged “play-safe, stay small” with “take small risks and make it big”. I created consumer's interest in the first half of the year, renewed, calibrated, re-tried and in July I launched a full product line for the school year 2020-21. I even got some interest from some investors. The product/service seems a no brainer money-maker. It is the right fit for many people. I can see how this business will grow.

Still, I will be waiting to see how I get repeat customers and make sure this is not a one-time thing before I jump into expansion. At the end of 2021, when lots of clients have used it for a year, re-subscribed and given me good reviews, I’ll know I’m truly on the right track. 

Doing business I reflected on my family values. Although my father and my uncle never ever allowed us to enter the business field I know one thing that made them successful. Their growth was slow and steady, always innovating where there was a challenge or a special need. Their signature was to build a solid foundation. I value this. I am very proud of my incipient business. It was created with a new mindset, the mindset of prosperity, determination to succeed and full self-expression. 

* * *

It was helpful to do mental exercises of looking at the future and to write letters such as this, of a future celebration of the past year. Which brings me closer to believing in magic. The magic that you create from your own being.

* * * 

On the film front, I have traveled and met some people that are joining the movement of making the film. I am not alone anymore. There is a team of three very committed individuals who have joined me in the making. We created a non-profit where we deposit funds, we are all continuously searching for these to film the next chapter, Joropo Oriental. We are refining the process so it doesn’t become too overwhelming, like doing the whole country film all at once. Either way, this is a work in progress and it is progressing. Yay!

* * *

I stuck to my goal of each year, spending quality time with each of my kids. One week in Portugal with Renie Joie, Avery and Felix and Didi. One long weekend in San Francisco with Rydr and Indiana while Maura and Skylr took a little time off. And as a bonus, the whole family went to Florida during the summer. 

Renie Joie and I have been working together all this year. What started as her being my “accountability partner” has developed into some deep diving into our patterns and mutual therapy to clean up our minds and bodies from things we carry from our ancestors. It has been literally a trip!

* * * 

As for all the writing I’ve been doing, you can blame Tal. I have worked for a whole year with him. He has been a source of much reflection as I move on. At the same time, he is a good nudge in times of vacillation. He has been a motor and support, always steady and especially helpful through the times when I fear or doubt. He deeply encourages me. 

I’m so happy how this year went. 

How much more joy could I possibly have? 

Veinte Años No Es Nada - Twenty Years Is Nothing

Playa Paraíso in Edo. Vargas, Venezuela

Playa Paraíso, January 2040

I’m 78, Mami is 98.

She is alive and healthy, still gardening.

I am alive and healthy. Somewhat slower. I think.

We have a comfortable home perched on a hill in the tropical rainforest in Venezuela. You drive up a steep dirt road lined up with dark leaf fruit trees heavy with mangoes and avocados and frilly climbers with passion fruit flowers. Nicomedes lifts his head from pruning a tree and standing, with a machete in hand, he unveils a warm smile and welcomes you. (My Fantasy Island-type arrival*) 

You reach the main house, step onto an open mahogany platform under a palm roof with an astounding view of the Caribbean Sea and the Cordillera de La Costa sinking into it. Oh beautiful paradise, never ceases to surprise me. The columns of the main room are farmed from local trees, but the shape of the house reveals we are not local. There is a hammock and a chaise lounge, a mix of criollo and European, just like my parents. The common areas have an artistic feel, yet it's simple living. It's eclectic and dotted with treasures. It is clean. It smells fresh. On a pedestal, inside a coconut vase, there is a rare orchid, a precious gift from my friend Beatriz.

"Hasta Aquí Me Trajo El Río"*** is an expansive terrain with a scatter of small unique buildings, each for a guest or a resident. (my tropical version of Jazz Camp in Pescadero, CA) The casa grande's personality shows warmth. We live there, mi mamá y yo. Maybe mi novio y yo. Maybe a sister or two. A couple of helpers live nearby and feel like part of the family. They've been with us for a long time. For Nicomedes, the guy you met at the entrance, we are his only family. 

I made a couple movies some years ago so I'm seen as some kind of a celebrity here. It seems ages ago but, in the 20’s I traveled all over Venezuela documenting people, customs and music. Today in 2040 it has become a classic must-see for anyone interested in Venezuelan culture. I have an international business of children’s educational materials that have been so well designed that it practically runs on its own. Years ago I passed the duties of leadership to my kids. Now they're looking to retire and we are searching for someone to entrust it for posterity. Maybe Felix or Didi? Rydr or Indiana? Ideally someone in the family. 

I walk down the hill to the beach in the morning, before it gets too hot.  I swim almost every weekday. (Weekends are brimming with too many playeros.) Then I start energized with whichever project I am working on. For example, several times a week I go down to the village where I founded a school and a children's library. Ten years ago I was there every single day. We designed it and built it with the community. Today it’s theirs to enjoy and protect. Together we looked deep into their history and found an amazing character who was an admirable community service and leader and we named the school after her, Escuelita Amandita Rodriguez. We studied the species that are native to our area and we named the library after one, Biblioteca "Toma tu Mamón" (these are fictitious names,  including Nicomedes, ha ha ha, you have to remember this is a dream)

On Wednesdays, we have movie nights in town followed by an easy tertulia. We have a singing group on Thursday evenings led by a member of Ladysmith Black Mambazo who comes a few months a year. Voces de Barlovento has so excelled that we travel and perform around the world.  Once a month, on Fridays, there is a town's dance with a guest band from abroad. We could be doing Icelandic dance one day and Zydeco another. This week we have a group visiting from Ghana. In turn, the Ghanaians are learning fulia, quitiplás and sangueo, our local rhythms. 

We have acquired a reputation among artists around the world as "the" paradisiacal place to visit and/or do an internship. It really is! This month, a few young Persian poets are doing a retreat here and teaching us farsi. We are discussing Rumi, one of my favorite poets. There is always some “schooling” going on in this place.

In town, things have vastly improved from when I arrived 15 years ago. We have established regular village gatherings that are run by community leaders. Different topics are discussed, hopes and dreams and action plans for the townspeople. There is a method to bring all matters to the table in a safe environment. It is a much healthier town than when I arrived. The campaign for environmental consciousness took root and most people are involved in taking care of this little piece of paradise. The river is clean and there is no garbage along the road nor on the beaches. We have worked consistently on this front. We are proud of being the stewards of this land.

Family and friends, come to visit because our place is peaceful (or not) and a perfect getaway. It is a starting point for some excellent excursions: hikes to El Chorrerón, biking to Chirere, scuba-diving in La Cueva, surfing in any of the beaches around here.

My own getaways are a highlight of my year. I go to San Francisco to visit my home and my friends. I pick blueberries and raspberries from my garden, make sure all is in order there. I take advantage and stay for a month or two. I visit the museums, go to listen to jazz and the opera, take a drive to Yosemite or Big Sur and go for hikes, and do some wine tasting in Napa and Sonoma. Other times my getaway takes me to England or wherever my kids are stationed.

One of my fondest (and rarest) joy is when we travel together as a family to an unknown place and explore together. We recently visited Petra, in Jordan. I had always wanted to visit there and all the family was able to make it. Amazing! Usually, such wonders spark in me an inspiration to do another project. Surely I'll be looking for a rock around here to create a little Petra-type monument.  

I sing every day. I dance every week. My work is joyful. I am able to economically sustain my living with ease and I try to keep daily sustenance mostly with natural local resources: clean air and clean water from the mountain, energy from our tropical sun, veggies, and fruits from our rich soil, fish from our plentiful sea and fowl and meats from neighbors. I have access to some exquisiteses that come from afar - chestnut pureé, date-nut-almond tart, olive oil, English cheddar cheese, Parmigiano Reggiano, real Pecorino, French brie, and Point Reyes Blue, Valrhona chocolate, Barolo wine, an almond croissant, a log of Marzipan Stollen-.  Just as if I was, like the Swiss Family Robinson**, stranded in an island, when someone comes with such luxuries, I feel in heaven. Life is good to me! Which makes me break out into a song: "Heaven, I'm in heaven, and my heart beats so that I can hardly speeeeeeak!..." (like Ella Fitzgerald)

It must be noted that I copied a feature of the house of the Robinson's. I have a roof that lifts and opens "the telescope room" to the beautiful night sky. I have been learning about the stars, black holes and the past of our galaxies which makes me ponder on the meaning of life and connect with the subject of faith. (Random tangent: see the documentary “Particle Fever” and “The Queen” 3rd Season episode called Moondust which made me cry)

Not very far away I have neighbors, who also decided to move to this wild coast. They are my dear friends and we engage in conversation or play board games together, or have a cup of tea or a glass of wine. With one I may go hiking. One of them is a great cook. Another one is a very pessimistic grouch. Best of all is that we can laugh together.

My kids are assured I’m well cared for. Actually, it’s very likely that “the river will drop one child here.” I have help, family close by, good neighbors. I am 2 hours from Caracas in case a big emergency happens. 

I'm living my dream! 

Which was somewhat thought-out and put into words on January of 2020

with gratitude, 
Rennea, the elder

*filmed in Hawaii

**filmed in Tobago

***” Here Is Where the River Brought Me To”is a (dream) place in Venezuela

Note: notice the common theme: a tropical paradise

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Selfie on the first minutes of 2020

San Francisco, 2020

“Sentir, 

que es un soplo la vida, 

que veinte años no es nada”

Gardel sung Le Pera’s line with contagious passion. 

I agree with them: 20 years is nothing!

I’m doing an exercise. 
Looking 20 years ahead to when I am 78, 
a moment that may be happening very soon, en un soplo, in a breath.

I remember like it was yesterday when I bought my octogenarian home, it was 83 to be precise.  La Casa Rosada is now over 100 years old and some things have not changed. The windows are still the same. The sewer pipes original and threatening to break.

And yet, twenty years is an eternity. 

A lot happened since I arrived at this house.  I have lived several lifetimes in the last 20 years! 

Just the thought that upon arrival the girls were teenagers and Skylr turned 10 in this home. Then, in a breath I became a grandmother four times; several significant relationships passed; I got married and unmarried, and I could go on and on.
Wild! 

This is the paradox of time.

Many ideas will cross my mind between now and two decades forward, and I’ll relish each of them deliciously, but in my dreams,  ocean and warmth keep recurring. It looks like looking far into the future I will have peace and love in the tropics.

So…

Let's end with Jiminy Cricket singing Pinocchio's theme. Sing with me: 

"When you wish upon a star, 

makes no difference who you are

everything your heart desires

will come to you

If your heart is in your dreams, 

no request is too extreme

when you wish upon a star

as dreamers do”

Enero 2020

My reference dream playlist is here. Click on the links on each title.

Hasta Aquí me Trajo El Río is in this area which I have always adored!

Fantasy Island was filmed in Hawaii which looks just like our central coastline

Jazz Camp has little spaces nestled under the redwood trees

Ladysmith Black Mambazo could teach us something

Swiss Family Robinson’s home has always been an amazing inspiration

Petra, a place I need to see before I die

I’m in Heaven… most of the time

Volver, 20 years is nothing

When You wish Upon A Star you make your dreams come true

Un Torbellino Sin Igual

San Francisco, pero no de Yare, 

28 de marzo 2019

Amigas… llegué a Venezuela y me fuí como un torbellino. Dos meses NO ALCANZAN!

Ni siquiera vi a mi hermana Anabella en Valencia, ni a mis sobrinos, ni a muchas de Uds.

Entre marchas, plantones, apagones, mala conexión de teléfono, internet peor todavía y sin bañarme por dias a la vez logramos armar un equipo de producción con Bean, la prima de Josefina (gracias Jo por presentármela) En el corto tiempo que estuvimos, 

• el grupo de trabajo SUPER profesional, alegres, trabajadores y lanzados a hacer cualquier toma en cualquier lugar con tantos cambios de lentes, luces o ángulos que Maurizio pidiera.

• organizamos 4 dias de producción en Birongo… un lugar que todos me advirtieron que era extremadamente peligroso, y aprendí que era una joya de lugar de gente bella.  Tanta generosidad, belleza y calidez que tienen que acercarse allá.

• filmamos otro par de dias en Cotiza, en mercados, en San Agustín del Sur, y vimos gente generosa y activa con mucha energía para dar y compartir y trabajar para mantener valores y dignidad.

• editamos con un par de chicos super diferentes, uno con privilegios, con carro, viviendo con sus padres y otro sin tanto con que contar, sin cuenta en dólares y a cargo de una linda y nueva familia. Este último al no tener facilidades de transporte, arreglamos para irlo a buscar y a dejar cada dia, porque en San Agustín no se puede uno arriesgar a salir a la calle con una compu en mano. 

• Los músicos, ¡siniguales! Los conocí por Instagram, los contacté y chás! hicimos clic. Los Compasses se vinieron de Cojedes, Valencia y Maracay en un carrito con todo, cuatro, bajo y arpa atapusados dentro del carro.  Insólito. Los alojamos en un hotel por dos noches y tocaron como unos mounstruos que son.  Ya los verán! Geniales!

• Conocí a gente demasiado buena nota, trabajadora, especial, alegre, cálida y super resiliente.  Gente lista para echarle pichón al proyecto en la próxima venida y emocionados con hacer algo inspirador.

El trabajo era tan abrumador que los apagones, la falta de agua y los secuestrados o asesinados nos pasaron casi desapercibidos y los mensajes de Whatsapp que sumaban en los miles, no miento, los tenía que borrar de una sin leerlos.

Maurizio impresionado y “resteado” como los otros tambien, en vez de salir corriendo tiene ganas de volver y montar una sede para producir aquí. ¿porqué? - La geografía, la gente, el clima, nuestra casa, la familia... y eso que no los conoció a Uds!

Aprendió sus primeras palabras en español: "Maduro, coño ‘e tu madre"

Obvio que venir dos meses no se compara con vivir en Venezuela, y nosotros vivimos en Chuao en una casa fresca y nos trajimos quesos, chocolates, aceitunas y Campari para mi mamá con lo cual brindábamos cada día y con un roncito al final de la cena. 

Todas las noches Maurizio cocinó y deleitó a mi mamá y a Susanna y a Victor, el novio de Susanna.

La casa convertida en un zaperoco, con los televisores dispuestos sobre las mesas del comedor y de la terraza para usarlas de monitor y Mamaquerida preguntaba quien era esa gente llena de tatuajes y con aros que expandían sus lóbulos tipo indio azteca. (Carlos, nuestro chico de San Agustín)

Tengo tantos cuentos de mi estadía en Caracas, pero lo que les quiero decir es que realmente me hizo falta verlas.  Tratamos de cambiar el pasaje para quedarnos una semana mas pero nada.  Los vuelos de Copa estan mas que full con el cierre de vuelos de American.

No hice un concierto en casa, no visité a mi hermana, no las vi a Uds. fui a la playa solo un dia, y me quedaron muchas cosas pendientes.  

Ahora estamos aquí buscando el dinero que nos llevará de vuelta a Venezuela y proveerá a un equipo con trabajo y entusiasmo.  A nosotros nos brindará la oportunidad de mostrarle al mundo lo bella que es la gente, la música y el gran potencial que tiene Venezuela.

Les parezca o nó, que si vamos bien o que si nó, yo sigo enamorada y apostando por Venezuela.