Relativity
The relativity of time, now an acknowledged scientific truth, appears to me to be most apparent during international travel. So much so in fact, that I am beginning to think that much of my experience this year is a lesson in the relativity of time; relativity due to cultural norms, due to physical distances, due to external circumstances.
Much of the discomfort that I have felt this last month has been related to the passage of time. I wake up at 6, everyone else has been up since 4. I go to sit in the kitchen, but what is to be done? The tortillas are made, the rice is cooking, the clothes are washed. Everyone is just sitting in the kitchen. I sit, unsure how to just be, and not be doing something. After a long walk, I return to the house with Erick and Byron. I enter my room, then follow them into the sala, where we just sit down and relax, with nothing pressing to do.
I came to this realization this afternoon, on the bus ride back from my day’s excursion. I left El Roblar at 9 a.m. in order to get to an afternoon (time unspecified) appointment at the Union of Agricultural Cooperatives office in San Ramon. Though San Ramon is only an hour and a half away (another lesson in relative time and travel, since it is only about 20 miles), I had to take the morning bus, since another bus doesn’t leave El Roblar until 2 pm. During the two hour bus ride, I slept, thought about what I was going to ask, and showed up at the office about 12:30. I was then told to come back in an hour, as the woman I was to talk to was at lunch. Later in the afternoon, we had a good conversation, and five and a half hours after my departure, I returned to the bus stop to wait for my ride back to the empalme, where I would rechange to the bus to take me home. There I sat, a half hour, an hour, an hour and a half, intermittently asking a young man sitting nearby if the bus that just went by would take me where I was going. “No, it still hasn’t come yet”, was his inevitable response, until he finally asked, “Why are you so nervous about it?”
Why was I so nervous? Why was I checking my watch? That certainly wasn’t going to make the bus come faster. I had no other appointment, nowhere I had to be. No one was waiting for me, there was nothing for me to accomplish today but attending the meeting I had already attended. So why was I so worried about the time passing, and my doing nothing but sitting, reading, and waiting?
Then I realized, I have never lived in a culture where people were not worried about arriving at their class at x time, their job, that meeting, that date, doing A so they could hurry up and get to B. I don’t know how to just let myself wait all day for the bus, just sit in the kitchen, just accept that it’s going to take a long time to do the couple of things I need to do.
Today I spent 9 hours getting to and from a one-hour conversation. I spent a good three hours of that time worrying about whether or not the bus was going to come, about where I was or wasn’t, despite the fact that I didn’t have to be anywhere. Relative to home, moving this slowly through time jiggles my nerves, and leaves me anxious. Relative to here, I have no reason to be nervous, as there is nothing I can do to speed up how quickly I accomplish a particular task. I can only try to learn how to sit quieta, and enjoy enjoy enjoy the nine hours it takes me to get to and from my one hour conversation.