We started off the morning with a good group cleaning – they have a schedule and it seems to work well. Luckily, I was assigned mopping in the lab area, which also gave me the opportunity to look around at the many posters they had on the walls. It very much felt like an old-school natural history museum. On top of all the cabinets there were more bones, and I saw that as a joke someone had posted the flyer for the movie the “Bone Collector”.
For lunch I was invited by Natalie Goodall to dine in her home. I was sorry to miss the delicious casserole-like thing that Kata was cooking up in the museum, but everyone told me that if I had the chance to eat with Natalie I shouldn’t pass it up. The lunch was good – some kind of hearty soup that they also sell to tourists in the café next door. The conversation was also good. We talked about the friend that had put me in touch and also about history, family, etc. Dr. Goodall I think was a little surprised when I showed up since somewhere along the way she had gotten the idea that I wanted to film her and I guess she’d been expecting a whole film crew or something like that. As we talked it became apparent that she really wasn’t so adverse to the idea of being interviewed. She hadn’t liked the idea when she thought it was going to be on TV, but so long as it was just radio and she didn’t have to listen to it that wouldn’t be so bad. To finish off I was offered a choice from the 7 types of cake or so that they serve in the tearoom. All were based off her mother’s cake recipe, which she had carried over lovingly from Ohio. I think I had the orange cake and it was indeed excellent.
After lunch it was arranged that Santiago (yes, the subject of much doting upon by the female residents of the museum) was going to give me and Emi a historical tour of Harberton. I could see why he was admired, but he was good-looking in that yes-and-I-know-it kind of way. To each their own. I must have spent a little too long looking at him because I nearly missed the cue where you are supposed to sweep in a kiss South Americans on the cheek in greeting. Honestly, as an American this takes a little getting used to. When I lived in Japan I used to bemoan the fact that since people usually just bowed to each other it was possible to go months at a time without touching another human being, but this really is the other extreme of things. You mean, I’m supposed to kiss 7 or 8 strangers every time I enter a room? Well, yes, and it’s not as easy as you’d think either. For example, when I realized that I ought to kiss Santiago to make up for being slow I went for it a little too enthusiastically. You wouldn’t believe the damage you can do with you cheekbone when you really launch yourself at someone. I apologized and he said it was fine, but I noticed him rubbing his jaw afterwards. The tour covered a lot of things that I had already read about in Natalie’s book, but it was interesting to see nonetheless. They had reconstructed a yaghan hut and I learned about how they moved the entrance according to where the wind was coming from. Thus, the middens left behind were circular. More on the yahans to come though. Santiago asked why I wasn’t recording him, since I had been recording all the museum residents and I tried to explain that the focus of my project was scientific. At this point he revealed that he did know a fair bit about the native flora, and it certainly help provide a good foundation for the naturalists I would meet in the following weeks.
I was back at the museum in time to listen to some of the guided tours given by the museum residents. It made me think it would be fun to be a curator, though I’m sure that giving the same spiel a million times can be tough, and some of the tourists’ questions were a little off base. After he finished we the tour I was able to have a good chat with Mauro. Turns out he is a big Gould fan but cannot stand Dawkins. Also, he was a little down on the state of South American science. As he put it, why should they do the things that northamericans are already doing, and have a head start on to boot? But I think he answered that question for himself considering that the only thing he ever really loved and wanted to do was biology.
For dinner another invitation came in from the house that Kata, Emi, and I were invited to dine with the Goodalls. Emi especially was very nervous because she wasn’t very confident in her English. She needn’t have worried though, it was not as if we were being interrogated or anything, it was just dinner. We ate fried slices of beef and had a delicious raspberry dessert from raspberries that had just come into season in the garden (a bit late and not that plentiful this year because they had a very rainy summer). Thomas Goodall was a quiet old man with a kind face, though you could tell he wasn’t much into having guests for dinner. Part way through he excused himself to go watch the latest Chilean soap opera.
Back at the museum everyone was hanging out, drinking maté, and telling sexist jokes. It seemed a little odd since they were mostly women, but I guess it is not a bad way to pass the time. And to make sure that I was all caught up on vulgar anatomical terms. Most of the jokes were pretty harmless though. Like, “Al hombre le pasan muchas cosas por la cabeza, en cambio a la mujer le pasan muchas cabezas por la cosa”. Which is roughly akin to “men think about many things, while women fuss over everything”. Well, at least it was clear that in this museum it was the women who were running everything (sorry Mauro, but it is true). As we prepared for bed I regretted not having thought to pack a towel since it meant I really couldn’t shower and I wasn’t sure how many days Kata and Emi would go before they started complaining that I was sharing a room with them. Good thing I was taking off the next day. So far they still seemed to like having me around.