This is the first blog post of a three part series about my experiences as a presenter with fellow MCDM student Katherine Turner during the 2011 American Society of Limnology and Oceanography (ASLO) conference in San Juan, Puerto Rico. Part two Easy Like Sunday Morning
The Road Less Traveled
Last week was the second time I had been home in the last twenty years. Pick any excuse and I will tell you that’s the reason it’s been so long since I’ve been back to Puerto Rico. Truth be told it’s because I’ve been go! go! go! ever since I left developing a career as a visual journalist. I have documented small-town politics, the immigration debate in our nation’s capitol, the effects of the war in local communities, hurricane Katrina, the fall of Enron, and ground-breaking research being conducted by university faculty and students in the Pacific Northwest. I’ve photographed four U.S. presidents… but I haven’t been home.
My years of diverse experience have prepared me to react and adapt to the challenges of visual journalism in this ever-changing digital age and to laugh when I nearly drive off the road trying to photograph a middle-aged Vietnamese woman walking her ducks in the heart of Oregon wine country — leash and all.
For nearly a decade my work had been published worldwide on a regular basis. I always like to think that I am ready for my next challenge. Unbeknown to me, this challenge would be patience.
A Virtue I Don’t Have
Upon arrival in Puerto Rico I received an email indicating that “Ready, Set, Go!”, a short video Katherine Turner and I created, needed to be uploaded to a different site in order for it to be screened during the film festival kick-off of the 2011 ASLO conference otherwise it would not be shown.
No worries, right? Wrong.
Connecting via broadband for the first three days form the hotel room in Culebra was an exercise in futility. After alerting the hotel manager her reply was “I’ll let my internet guy know” and no expectations of resolving the issue was ever stated or implied. My sense of urgency was countered with “Eh, what you gonna do?” My cell phone became the primary source of connectivity with the world. The only problem was Ithat had little-to-no signal.
Don’t Stand So Close To Me
Puerto Rico has approximately 440 people per square mile (by contrast, the United States has 84 people per square mile according to the 2000 census). Everything takes twice as long. According to Internet world stats only 25% of the population use the Internet. In the last decade it has seen a 400% user increase. Mobile phones reign supreme as just a few years ago nearly 3,000,000 residents owned a cell phone, one of the highest penetration rates per capita in Latin America. For what I could see, lots of natives are on Facebook a with nearly 37% population reach. Broadband is a completely different story as the Puerto Rico Telephone Company is the only game in town.
Trying to upload a 35 MB video file and post to a blog via a mobile phone using sausage-size fingers — a disaster. I was alerted that the “panaderia” or bakery MIGHT have Wi-Fi and that I MIGHT be able to connect. I had tried to go to the panaderia earlier but they were closed. Hours of operations not posted. I asked a passerby when they opened and he replied “early.”
Well, Duh
I get to the panaderia early. The place is buzzing with locals getting breakfast outnumbering tourists two to one. I am in what it seems an eternal line as the counter seems further and further away. The airport bars on my Mac indicate full power … and I am connected! I quickly begin to upload and behind me a Puerto Rican woman asks, “What is that?” I reply, “A MacBook.” Rolling her eyes at me, she says, “Well, duh. Why is your keyboard so strange looking?” Embarrassed I reply, “Oh, it’s a shortcut keyboard cover for video editing.” As soon as the conversation begins I am surrounded by digital natives on their way to school waiting in line behind me from all sides. The conversation ping-pongs from every direction in the store in English, Spanish, and Spanglish about all things technology.
As the conversation progressed, I look up from the laptop and I am every emotion at once. Not because I might miss an important deadline, but because I am home.






What a great experience for you and it is a nice reminder that most of the rest of the world moves at a much slower pace – even when you are on deadline.
I’m dying to know if you got the video uploaded?
Great post! I liked hearing about your challenges to connect given your deadline. How frustrating! I’m sure that bakery will become a second home. This is what I love about traveling to foreign countries. Sometimes, it actually gives us a chance to unplug, and take in the pace of life of the locals. It is a strange but special feeling to be in a place where very little people use the internet, and their interactions are old school and analog. You gotta love it. Have fun and I look forward to your next posts!
Lara, thanks for your comment. The world does turn much, much slower when you are 1980 km away from the equator. Stay tuned to see if I got the video uploaded or not.
Carlos, you forgot to mention that you took the trip to the panaderia the morning of our noon deadline to submit the video, the day before we had to ferry back to the main island (6am) for the film screening.
Surrounded by some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, and so anxious waiting to see if you actually could connect… I guess deadlines can follow you anywhere.
Karen,
You are absolutely right. It felt really nice but almost terrifying being disconnected in so many ways. It was as if I was missing a major part of life not being able to know what was going on in the world every minute of every hour. I don’t think I’ve had that many phantom smart phone vibrations!
Thanks for the post, Carlos. As a fellow human who lacks the virtue of patience, I completely understand your response! I really appreciate how your story illustrates the contrast of the deadline-driven, deliver-it-NOW world of digital media with our interior world of emotions and perceptions that moves at its own idiosyncratic pace. Of course it’s when you have only minutes left to meet your deadline that you would be flooded with all of the emotions that come with returning home after such a long absence. Wouldn’t life be so much easier (and boring!) if our internal world waited to present itself to us at more convenient times! Looking forward to reading the next installment of your story.
But did you go to El Morro? I bet your parents were very surprised and happy to see you. Did you bring me back some tostones? How did the presentation go?
Louise- One of the hardest aspects was the total lack of urgency by everyone else. NOW was not even a consideration.
D. Lantz,
I did go to El Morro, check it out. I touch on my parents reaction and the presentation on my last post. Sorry, no tostones for you!
What?! Where is your last post, or when will your last post be posted??
I liked the el morro video. I was hoping that cat was going t eat the catipiller.