For a long time, I have identified the word "key" (Key West, Florida Keys) with the English word 'key", but after coming to Florida, I learned that this word has nothing to do with a 'key.' It is the abbreviation of the Spanish word "Cayo",  which means “small island”. To get it right it is a group of small islets stretching from the continental part of southern Florida – the Bay of Biscay and the end of Dry Tortugas  some 108 km away. From the well-known Key  West (Key West island, which comes from the Spanish language – Cayo Hueso – the island of Bones). The island archipelago consists of about  1700  larger and smaller islands, which occupy about 356 sq kilometer area (data from Wikipedia). The island's joins 42 bridges and the US-1 highway, starting in Key West, extends 3813km. The part of the road connecting the islands is called the  Highway of the Ocean. I passed a short sections on this highway going to St. Petersburg, Sarasota, Siesta Key, Naples and a beautiful bridge across a Gulf of Tampa Bay. Thanks to friends who traveled me to the remarkable coastline of Florida's Caribbean Bay I saw Florida's beauty and diversity.I started my trip in one of the most famous islands in Keys, Key West. Key  West – this is a city that was set up as a shelter for the victims of the Caribbean reef rescue, later becoming a place of colonist escaping from the War of Independence. For a long time, Key West was the most significant and busiest town in the whole of Florida, because it was close to the Bahamas and Cuba and provided a trade route up to New Orleans.  Also, people such as E. Hemingway, J.  Buffet, T. Williams, running away from the cities noise, have found refuge here.

H.S.  Truman's House-Museum, where he usually spent the winter time. 

E. Hemingway's house, as a wedding gift, was bestowed by a rich uncle, his second wife, Paulina. In this house, E. Hemingway lived in 1931-1940. Here he wrote his famous novels "Farewell to Arms", "For Whom the Bell Tolls," a series of short stories. Because of his goodwill, constant humor, simplicity, and most importantly for deep,  not superficial   interest in humanity he soon became familliar and  loved the local population.   The problematic and meaninglessness of life the people of Key West in the days of the Great Depression and at the dawn of the Cuban Revolution he described in the novel " To Have and Have Not." Now the Home- Museum of E. Hemingway is visited by tourists and is home for the six- or seven-toed polydactyl cats descended from E. Hemingway's original pet "Snowball."

  Although now the islands are not as remote as before, Key  West has retained the place as "edge of the world" because of its characteristic white wooden house with beautifully carved balconies, antique bars, narrow streets. The main Duval street (named after the first governor of the island) goes across the island from the Atlantic to the Caribbean Gulf.  Here you can feel the spirit of real American life as it has always here has been. From the very morning, till late night there are many bars, pubs with various music.

At sunset,visitors and local artists gather  on the docks at Mallory square to celebrate the end to another tropical day. Musicians,juggers, mimes and the ocasional fire-eater entertain you while local food vendors keep you fed.

The daily celebration has become one of Key West's greatest traditions. 

The lighthouse, built in 1847, is perfectly visible from all parts of the town. The beacon was heightened several times, works now its light spreading several kilometers to the Caribbean Bay.

Key West is the southernmost point on the American continent, marked by a sign similar to a sea buoy. There is a Museum of Art, a historical site – the Zachary Tailor Fort, built in 1845-1866 as American naval base during the American Civil War. The oldest aquarium in Florida, built in 1932-34. At that time, it was the first and most significant aquarium in America.  In a short time (on the island I was only 1.5 day), it was difficult to walk around and see everything. It was sad to leave this incredible island where E. Hemingway's legend is still alive. The prototypes of his novel's (conch peoples) you can meet on the streets even today.  

Late in the evening, a flight to Tampa, the largest city in Florida on the Caribbean Gulf, where a family of Lithuanian friends was waiting, ready to show off the other beauties of the Caribbean Bay of Florida.

We started  from   St. Petersburg. It is the second largest city in Florida, founded in 1888. Since it has about 361 days of sunshine, the city is also called the "City of the Sun" or nicknamed St. Pete. 

  In the center of the city is the Botanical Garden, named Sunken Garden.  Garden is placed  on the bottom of a drained lake so is called Sunken Garden. In 1903, the four-acre property purchased by George Turner, Sr., a plumber, who was an avid gardener.  He drained a shallow lake, which had filled an ancient sinkhole and dropped 15 feet below street level to provide fertile soil to grow fruits and exotic plants from all over the world.

There are small ponds with flamingos in them.  The spectacular, small downtown, ocean views between homes and white sandy beaches, the palm trees looked like a brightly painted picture. I didn't find another comparison of St. Pete.

To find the Venetian palace in Sarasota also was a surprise.  Sarasota city is  a group of islands: Lido Key, Siesta Key, Longboat Key, and others. In 1925, circus impresario John Ringling decided to build an art museum, both as a legacy meant to outlast his business interests and as a memorial to his wife Mable and himself.  By sharing the arts of Europe with the people of Florida, Ringling sought to educate and encourage curiosity for the full world.   The Renaissance-style palace is now called simply Ringling. They feature 21 art galleries, garden,  antique sculptures. The entire complex consists of the historic Ca'd'Zan Manor, the terrace overlooking the ocean, the Art Library, two circus museums, and the historic Asolo Theater. The Ringling architecture of Italy has influenced and the downtoun  of Sarasota – many old downtown houses resemble Italian style, even the Sarasota symbol is a copy of Michelangelo's David sculpture.

       Mr. J.  Ringling well-known from seven brothers, five of whom were traveling circus

artists and created the circus as it is today.

Sunshine Skayway Bridge

 Crossing the Tampa Bay Bridge, another cozy  place on the island of Mark-Naples. The city of Naples founded during late 1880. Naples caught on when promoters described the bay as "surpassing the bay in Naples, Italy."  Naples is a paradise for fishers, lovers of underwater swimming.

Florida- translating from Spanish – the "Land of flowers." This name gave the Spaniard  Juan Ponce de Leon in  1513m. It is a real Land of Flowers, beautiful with its weather, vegetation, waters, people. People. They are not the same as those described in the books of E. Hemingway. "Because we are hopeless, he said. – We don't have anything to lose. We have already been fully exhausted. However, we can't do anything about it, because we're so beating that our only solace is drink and the only pride is that we can endure everything. But not all of them. Some may give back "( E. Hemingway" Have and Don't Have ").Today   the people of the islands are mixed, white, Cuban, Mexican. Many emigrants from all corners of the world. Moreover, where are they not?

I would like this to be not my last trip to this beautiful  Flower Land. Who knows? To fantasize is not forbidden yet.

L. Sarakauskiene: info@sarakauskiene.lt

sunset

sunset

in the Sunken Gardens

sculpture for the end of war

Historical Military Memorial

in the distant- another island

on the beach

Many have read books about expeditions of Kon-Tiki and Ra rafts by Norwegian traveler and scientist Thor Heyerdahl.   Is a difficult  to  imagine such journey,  but Heyerdahl proved that a reasonably ordinary raft could take the ocean. After the Easter Island and other islands in the Pacific Ocean, he showed that the first people came to Polynesia not from Asia (as claimed by most scientists) but from America.

And there was an excellent opportunity for me to visit this island full of many unsolved riddles. I think it would be attractive to everyone to read about this- the small island lost in the wide ranges of an ocean. Heyerdahl ran the isle with a raft.  I have flown an airplane from Chile. It was the end of my journey across South America (from the Land of Fire, through Argentina, Brazil, Chile).

The only LAN-Chile airline is flying passengers to this small island. The plane is landing on 1962 American-built one-way airport. There is only one 5-hour flight from Santiago per day, so there are no tourist jam on the island. The landing path goes very close to the shore, so looking through the illuminator, it seems that the plane goes straight into the water. The island could be reached by boat or sailboat, but of course, only single tourists come in that way.

The name  Easter Island, or Rapa Nui or Te Pito O TE (who in the local language means the world navel or a world ship) was given by the island's first recorded European visitor, the Dutch explorer  Jakob Roggeveen, who encountered it on Easter Sunday 5 April in 1722.  Rapa Nui (big Rapa) coined after the slave raids of the early 1860s  and refers to the island 's topographic resemblance to the Bass Islands of the Austral groups. However, Norwegian explorer Thor Heyerdahl argued that Rapa was the original name of Easter Island and that refugees from there named Rapa Iti.  The island from 1888  belongs to Chile. The Rapanui lands of the locals were redeemed (or occupated) by the Chilean government, which controls construction, businesses and tourist flows in  the island. Captain J. Roggeveen has found three  types   inhabitants of the island: black, red, and white. The first inhabitants of the island are believed to have come from the Polynesian islands, but Heyerdahl thinks that the first inhabitants of the island could have been Americans because in the island he found sweet potatoes that supposedly brought travelers from the Amazon. Island area takes about 163 square km.  (This equates to Kaunas area where I live ).

The great secret of the island is the stone sculptures that locals call moai. Statues are thought to have been created more than 400 years ago, but today they are one of the greatest riddles of archeology. The magnificence, energy, seriousness, and mystery of the sculptures are astounding.

The statues are gouged with soft rocks from the Raraku volcanic tuff, most of them isolated, others lined up on the pedestal and all face to the island, except for one group of seven moai looking at the ocean. Sculptures vary in size: from half a meter to 22 meters in height, most of them scattered on the slopes of the volcano from which material was made. Some of the sculptures on their heads have red stone headgear that resembles Polynesian hairstyles. Heyerdahl argued that it might be the images of the old Vikings, because the faces of these statues are European, and the Viking hairs were brown. The red stone was taken from the mountain PUA PAO to make hats, and in the old Finnish, "red piajo" means "brown head." Maybe statues had a religious purpose, depicted tribal leaders, or perhaps, according to Polynesian customs, embodied the spirits of their ancestors. When the tribal unrest began, the statues began to be destroyed and finally, the creation of them ceased. Currently, there are about 600 sculptures on the island. The 1960s the southern part of the island was devastated by the tsunami, some of the statues were washed, and the tombs underneath them opened. It turned out that some sculptures were tombstones.

Another secret of an island – underground caves, which may have been inhabited by natives.

Smallpox, brought in by  Europeans, was scattered around the island, similar to pox scars are carved in some sculptures. Maybe in the caves, those  infected with this contagious disease were isolated? The caves are very deep and are thought that caves could connect the island with the mainland. The famous underwater world researcher Jean-Jacques Custo wrote about this. (Jacques-Yves Cousteau). The members of the Heyerdahl expedition were able to descend to a depth of 100 meters and found several small statues, including a woman giving birth, which was made of the most rudimentary basalt found only in Africa.

There is another exciting place on Easter Island, besides the moai and caves.Such is the Orango village in the western part of the island. The ancient inhabitants of the island believed the god  Maké Make. He created everything: sun, water, earth, stars. God came to the island by a flying ship, and himself was winged. The primary purpose of this ancient ceremony was to get the Human-Bird Title. The most honorable young tribal men had to dive from the rocky shore to the ocean and sail to the nearby three islets, where the Black Sea swallows hatched the eggs at that time. The first to find a swallow egg and hand it over to his tribal commander became the winner. Seven of the most beautiful women he got for it, and the winner was named Man – Bird and became the vicar of the god of Make Make for one year.

Another mysterious place in the island is the magnetized stone, which warms up to 100 degrees in the sun, and the four adjacent round stones, which precisely redirected to four sides of the world, do not heat up at all. At the same stone, the compass arrow rotates continuously, and the second's indicator of the clock stops completely.  Was found that this stone on the island appeared about 500 years before the first statues have built. To guess who magnetized and polished stone is no response.  Easter Island does not issue its secrets so easily.

   What were we doing on the island? The big entertainment  there is not, it just lovely to be here.

  We went to the carnival period: it's like Mardi Gras feast.   Festival on the island is called "Tapati." It was Interesting to observe a walk of a fun-minded masked and dressed people, in which there were a distinctly different (although in the local tradition was also in the masks and paintings on their bodies ) tourists.

It was interesting to listen to the sounds of melodic songs, to observe rhythmic ceremonies of dancing. The celebration took place on the ocean shore. Persistent sounds of waves, mixed with the rhythms of the songs and dancing, had been worn by mysticism and surrealism. In the shade of light, the dancing shadows created phantasmagoric images.  It was  difficult  to imagine that somewhere far from  there is another, civilized world.  The beef was baked on the bonfires, the whole island the entire night's sounded with music,  songs, and impressive dances.  And all this spree lasted until the sunrise.  

The Island is very excellent for hiking, cycling and horseback riding or windsurfing. In the evenings it was a pleasure to sit in tiny cafes on the ocean shore, to listen to the unrelenting waves of the ocean wave into the coastal cliffs, with a glass of wine. The good was to relax on a white sandy beach and swim under the ocean waves.

The righteous was  T. Hejerdal, saying that "What unites humanity is natural and must be promoted, and, on the contrary, what separates people is artificial and must be defeated."  I think that traveling is a big one for humanity.  When you  travel not only to acquire new knowledge, but also to communicate with people of different cultures.  We only differ to skin color, life, lifestyle, but not feelings: everywhere people love and hate, get married and divorces, grow children and get older. We travel because  we eager to learn about old civilizations that existed before us expand, our knowledge and see how many unexplored civilizations exist in our world.  Rightly wrote the French philosopher R. Descartes (Rene Descartes): "Traveling is almost the same thing to talk with  people of old  centuries." 

Leonarda Sarakauskiene  info@sarakauskiene.lt      More pictures :

Pavadinimas

The history of the origins of Youth Village from the lips of  Lithuanian priest: "When I came to Rwanda in 1968, I mostly worked for the poor and abandoned and for those who had been marginalized by everyone. As I made my way on this pilgrimage through human misery and poverty, I would always be accompanied by youngsters who were pleased to be with me. These very friends one day asked me to think about them too; to think about their futures which at the time seemed to offer no prospects whatsoever. They were illiterate and jobless. I asked what I could do for them in practical terms. The answer I gave was that they wanted to study and learn a trade. So, this is how the idea for the ‘Children's Village' was born."
The 2019 year I started in a meaningful way: I decided to go for volunteering at the Youth Village in Rwanda that was founded by Lithuanian Salesian priest Herman Schulz. Name Herman in Latin means a "man of war." Such is a Lithuanian priest, who celebrated his 50-th anniversary of the priesthood in Lithuania, Klaipeda city on 2018 autumn. The Salesian missionary, benefactor Herman Schulz, most of his life devoted to God, for disadvantaged children, poor and ill people. The 50 years of his service he wittily called "long shot," and admitted: "everything I would repeat." Being of saint J. Bosco follower added:" if you want to become good, do it, and all will go well: enjoy, learn, pray." Priest Herman Schulz I knew a long time ago. I always visit him in his homeland in Lithuania not far from city Kretinga, where he set up "Garden of Youth" in which as the same as in Rwanda finds shelter children from disadvantaged families. In 2018 with a group of tourists we were traveling in Uganda and Rwanda. Being in Rwanda, we visited the Youth Garden. But I was there as a tourist. Hospitable hosts welcomed us; children showed their songs and dances. They spoke to us something in their language one through another one. After this visit I gave the word to myself: I will come back here for volunteering, to help in any works that will be needed. The Garden is home to about 150 wards: orphans, fondling children, collected from the streets, caught in snitching. With older children constantly works volunteers from all over the world, come to prepare their masters works who are studying sociology, psychology, etc. Adults better speak English; communication with them easier. With the smallest ones works the nuns, to whom are difficult to find activities for children, as they so pry, eager. The nuns are busy with daily chores; the checking of lessons and kids often are left on their own. "Our little ones seriously lack communication, many of them do not even know what the words mom, dad, brother means. They know nothing about their relatives, or they have brothers or sisters, where are their parents, why they were thrown into the street" just holding tears was telling the priest. So we were speaking after his jubilee mass in his Lithuanian home.  After that, I said to the priest: I would come and would work with the smallest ones. The priest kindly agreed to take me. After completing the visa formalities, I went for a month. The whole time I was anxious: how children will like me as I don't know their language, how we'll communicate between themselves. In the end, I decided that the easiest way of communication is music. From computer I chose a lot of easy, teaching English songs, cartoons, all it converted into Mp3 format so we could watch and learn even having no internet connection (it was so often).After arrival the next day  I was introduced to the nuns, among which one was speaking English and became my translator. Later I learned a few phrases of the local language. But for us closer brought music and work, as we have worked all together. Here children begin to learn from  5 years old (preschool learning), from 6 years they go to the first class. Education lasts 12 years. Children have to go to the school to the jungle trail about 5 kilometers, for the first shift lessons begins from 8 a.m., for the second- from noon. For the older one's studies lasts from  8 to 5 p.m. Adults and first shift of littles are going together.

When the first shift leaves for school, we with remaining in the Youth Village kids begin every day works: we had to bring firewood for the wood-fired stoves  that's are used for the cooking, to brought grass for the rabbits, to clean territory, to wash the clothes of children. The Youth Village has a great supporting farm: cows, sheep,  hens, grows various vegetables. The farm employs salaried workers. In the country, where the unemployment is at a high level, work on the farm for surrounding villagers is a big financial help.

Padre(as the children and the whole community name a priest), for rural peoples, is a great authority: he is the judge, advisor, even a doctor. He has a big parish and once a week attends sick parishioners giving them money, food, sometimes the medicines. My work has gone one after another. Games, songs, training remained for evenings. Children very willingly and quickly learned English songs, nice chanted in the church. A large celebration was st.J. Bosco birthday. Entire rural communities attended the ceremony. It consisted of various artistic performances, sports competitions, quizzes. Few songs prepared my little children, although we sang in English, the audience caught the rhythm and clapped in rhythm.( it is sad, that Icannot place a video because file is too large) Time ran out quickly. Week changed the week. I did not notice when I came up with my farewell.

For my last evening, the children prepared a small show; poor little ones did not understand why in their language they are singing "muraho, muraho  umuzungu mamma" (goodbye, goodbye white mom ). The next morning, leaving for the airport was very sad: the children understood that there would no be me, we will not be singing songs, will not play football and basketball together, will not be preparing English lessons.

They were too proud because best prepared English lessons in their classes. I left recorded songs in the USB port, but I do not know whether the nuns will have the wish, time, or will have the computer that children did not forget what they learned. During my flight at home, thoughts didn't let me. The kids in the Youth Garden have everything: have where to live, have the opportunity to go to school, are not hungry. When you see, how many African children living in families, do not have access to education, are plundering in the streets hungry and dirty, – think that those children living in the welfare homes of Padre have everything, except only- parental love and warmth of home. And you see- Padre does such  a holy job.

At the age of 18, they have to leave the Youth Garden. Who are good at learning- for those are creating conditions for further studies. Others, practically able to finish only four classes. Such children are learning the crafts (in the Garden Padre has established a craft school). Part of young people, who graduated craft school, Padre gives  work into the farm. For the gifted ones are created conditions to seek further learning. From these grow doctors, lawyers, teachers. Some priests studied in Italy, France. After studies they to work in Africa. Padre's followers work in Kenya, Burundi, Uganda and of course, Rwanda.

We, several volunteers together with Padre, visited his former ward now a priest in Uganda.

Leaving the Youth Garden young people signs a "Code of Honor." There is the promise to dedicate themselves to their profession, seek creative, be honorable and support the Garden and needy. After returning from my volunteering  crazy questions, I have got: what I wanted to prove working for African children (while I was going there I had no idea what kind of work I'll do there), why not to go to some exotic country for rest instead … But I saw a lot of foreign countries and it not the miracle to me. Let me finish my essay by words of B. Shaw: "I want to use as much as possible themselves till death. The harder I work, the more I live. I am happy with my life as it is now." I have a dream that each one of us on any day, in any place would find opportunities to work for good and create hope. Now I know, If I could make it there, I could make it anywhere.

Leonarda Sarakauskiene :info@sarakauskiene.lt

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