I was excited for the 1:30am wake up call. It didn’t matter much since the anticipation was so great to begin with I knew I wasn’t going to sleep much anyways. Today was day 1 of the Costa Rica – Wisconsin high school exchange. 18 hours from now we’d be in a snow frosted parking lot, temperatures in the teens, and students darting off the bus into their host families arms not only to greet them after months of emails and phone calls but to receive hats, gloves, and winter jackets, all scarce in the tropics.
For me this was a homecoming exchange in the fact that my alma mater and hometown was playing host to this exchange. With them providing the families that would adopt the visiting students for the next two weeks and inviting them to school for a few days, the exchange had its firm foundation from which to work from. Even my parents were delighted to be hosting their son and daughter in law for two weeks. From there students could explore their surroundings and see all that snowy Wisconsin had to offer. It didn’t take long for us to hit the ground running.
Just our second night we hosted a welcome event for the exchange families and community to come together and get to know the students. Very few anticipated the number of interested community members that would turn out for this event and almost
no one expected the local newspaper to be there taking pictures and interviewing. I was however very proud of the group as they showed no fear in making a small presentation about Costa Rica to the audience and even treated them to a mini salsa recital.
With cultural exchange activities and English language practice being our objectives we took in everything I’d been lacking since my childhood and then some. Sledding and ice skating were at the top of our list but even activities such as ice fishing were prominent memories for the group. And by group I include myself and a lot of the host parents/siblings as not all of us grew up ice fisherman. We pretended to stand on the ice and look knowledgeable during the demonstration to not lose face in front of the students. Between these events, schools visits and family time the experience ended up turning into one of a lifetime.
I couldn’t help but notice the bonding going on between the local and visiting students. Watching them explain how to skate or how to get maximum velocity on a sled was emblematic of the whole experience. Every day the students would get together to share stories and funny experiences they had. The amazement of the lack of rice and beans present in a Wisconsinites diet, the wonderment of how cows stay warm in the winter and how ice could form so strong that someone could walk on it, let alone drive a car on it were just some of the conversations had between students and their hosts.
Some people wondered why we chose to come in January. Costa Ricans know what summer is all about but why not choose spring, or fall? Well to begin with we were limited
due to the summer break in Costa Rica being Dec/Jan but to find the most diversity and biggest departure from the norm winter is what it has to be. None of the Costa Ricans had seen snow before this trip and I don’t feel a bit of regret facilitating this experience. Wisconsin does not have coffee plantations, volcanos, rainforests, or beaches that are within an hours drive of each other so we have to get creative with own nature and natural beauty. Sure you’ll find a big enough cultural difference but the difference in climate is literally the icing on the cake of a winter exchange to Wisconsin.
I don’t believe the impact of this experience really set in until it was actually over. We had gotten into this routine and we felt like it was never going to end. But it did and the realization was almost instant. When we boarded the bus to head back to the airport my
phone began to explode with host parents and students expressing their gratitude and happiness with the experience. As that was going on the Costa Rican parents were anxiously messaging us about travel plans and flight arrivals. 14 hours after bidding farewell to Wisconsin the students were back in the arms of overjoyed parents.
I think back now to the first meeting I had with parents in the fall and all their quizzical looks and even the parent who point blank asked me if I had children (I don’t). Leaving that meeting casted some doubt on how I could ever convince a parent it was safe for them to send their child with me to a foreign country and to stay with a family they had never met before. I could stand before them and give as much assurance as I could but until I have my own no one is really giving me the benefit of the doubt which is why host families make the exchanges so magical.
Whenever I talk to students and host families I can’t stress how important they are in the success of an exchange. Months and years later a student doesn’t remember falling while ice skating or building a snowman but they do remember who they were with. You might go on vacation or take an educational tour but there is no better way to learn about the place you are visiting than experiencing it with a local. These bonds, created with the goal of learning one’s culture stay with us much longer than a week spent at an all inclusive resort where asking for a cerveza from the wait staff qualifies as culture.
With technological advances students and families can live the experience through each other, even if they are not actually on the exchange. Every school we visited and every
activity we did there was an opportunity to snap a photo and share it with all of the Costa Rican parents. Watching a hockey game, participating in class, or even eating at food court, parents were able to see what we were up to and that was very reassuring for them. Combining that with the pre-trip communication they had with their host family via email and video calls everyone felt confident with the trip and this was the backing I needed to convince parents my empty nest was not a cause for alarm.
At the end of the two week whirlwind trip I could have slept through four alarms having maxed out all the energy in my body. As I write this now a month has gone by since the exchange ended and recalling all these fond memories provokes the same excitement all over again. This inaugural exchange couldn’t have gone better and I’m hopeful to carry over these positive vibes to many more exchanges in the future.