2007 Galapagos Islands Trip

2007 Galapagos Islands Teacher Trip
DEAR STUDENTS, FRIENDS, AND VISITORS TO OUR SITE,
My name is Joe Green, and I teach the Environmental Horticulture Program at Pope High School in Marietta, Georgia.

Each year Toyota sponsors an International Teacher Program where teachers will reverse their roles and become students in an environmental study tour. This is an exciting opportunity in learning. 24 American teachers are selected nationally for this honor. Recently, I was fortunate to be selected as a member of this U.S. teacher delegation to the Galapagos Islands. These remote islands located 600 miles off the coast of Ecuador have always been a fascination of mine, and I am pleased to share this experience with my students, colleagues, and community.

Scroll below for a daily travel log of adventures along the way. Also, you may get more information about this and other educational teacher trips at Institute for International Education

Plans are currently underway to integrate this experience into local lesson plans for Pope High School students. Topics such as conservation of native species, environmental stewardship, recycling, natural resources, and global citizenry will be an integral part of the instructional program beginning this semester.



GALAPAGOS ISLANDS TRAVEL LOG: September 30 – OCTOBER 12, 2007

When I spotted the Fed Ex envelope on my front porch, May 25, 2007, I knew it had to be a good sign. Three months earlier I had submitted a 10 page application/essay to be considered for the 2007 Toyota International Teacher Program to the Galapagos Islands. I worked on that application for about two weeks, editing and re-editing each section carefully, making sure I had proposed realistic educational goals and objectives for my dream trip to the Galapagos Islands. And I was right. Inside that Fed Ex envelope was the congratulatory letter and itinerary from Michael Rouse, Corporate Manager for Philanthropy and Community Affairs for Toyota Motor Sales. I couldn’t stop grinning with excitement.

As the summer passed, I worked on my presentation that would be a part of this unique assignment. All summer long I dreamed of blue seas, marine iguanas, and a mystical land unlike no other place on earth. Twenty years earlier I had written an instrumental piece on guitar that I had titled Galapagos. Now I was finally going to hear those notes dance and play like never before.


September 30, 2007 – DAY ONE

Several days of packing and planning had come to an end. If it wouldn’t fit in my suitcase by now, I probably wouldn’t need it. Regardless if I was ready or not, it was now time to depart. Lesson plans were prepared, bills were paid in advance, plants were watered, and the only important thing left to do was to hug my familygoodbye at the curb of the Atlanta airport… I was on my way to Los Angeles for a day of orientation for the Toyota International Teacher Program to the Galapagos Islands

Arriving in the L.A. airport, I was surprised to be met by a limo driver who would deliver me to the Crown Plaza Hotel in Redondo Beach. Here I would join 23 other teachers selected for the Toyota International Teacher Program. Also arriving at the same time as me was fellow teacher, Maureen Barrett of New Jersey. We both tried to contain our excitement as we enjoyed the limo ride to the hotel. Already this was looking like a first class trip.

At the hotel we were greeted by our hosts from Toyota where we received an information packet about the forthcoming adventure. Luckily my plane had arrived early in the day and I had the afternoon free to explore the marina and coastal area across from the hotel. Being an avid sailor, I was in heaven just eyeing the pristine yachts sailing through the pass on a crystal clear Sunday afternoon in southern California.



We all gathered for an informal ice breaker session at 6 p.m. It was exciting to meet the other teachers whom I would be traveling with. It seemed like an instant bond as we exchanged stories of our teaching careers and the trip ahead. Four months of waiting had come to an end, and our adventure in learning was about to begin. The coordinators of this program are Alison Dienes and Mike McCart. They were very welcoming and gave us a brief overview of what to expect in the Galapagos and what to expect for the next 24 hours of orientation in Los Angeles.

October 1, 2007- DAY TWO

I would soon learn just how much one could pack into one day. At 7:15 a.m. we boarded the bus for the Campus of Toyota Motor Sales. This site is called Toyota University, and it is the national headquarters for this progressive company. We enjoyed a full buffet breakfast and were welcomed by a Toyota executive, Irv Miller. We were then enlightened to hear the Program Goals and Objectives by Rhonda Glasscock, a Toyota Public Relations representative who would join us on the trip. Ms. Glasscock emphasized the two mottos of the Toyota corporation. The first is the Japanese term, “Kaisen” which translates into “continuous improvement”. The second is “respect for others”. To me, these seem like two basic principles that explain the success of this company, and a good way in general to live one’s life by.



After breakfast we entered the Toyota Board room which had a panoramic view overlooking the hills of L.A. In the far distance and through the smog, one could see the historic “Hollywood” sign nestled in the hills.

As our first speaker, we were greeted by Toyota’s chief environmental engineer, Mr. Bill Reinert, who gave an excellent presentation on the Toyota Earth Charter and Galapagos involvement. It seems Toyota has been busy for many years spearheading a series of Galapagos environmental conservation projects involving things like community recycling, schools, and a total renovation of their oil storage facilities there. Toyota is not is the business of selling cars in Galapagos, but they have contributed immensely in the education of its people and the funding of multiple environmental projects to help preserve this delicate ecosystem. Mr. Reinert is a national award winning engineer who sums up Toyota’s work there as “It’s the right thing to do.”



Next, we were thoroughly entertained by Dr. Ben Ruttenberg with his presentation titled, “Natural History of the Galapagos Islands”. Dr. Ruttenberg has worked as a researcher for 10 years in the Galapagos, and gave us a detailed summary of the islands’ history and a sneak preview of what we could expect to see in terms of plants and animals there. He assured us that we were in for the time of lives in terms of witnessing such biological diversity and seeing first hand amazing phenomena that few people ever get to see.

After lunch and a guided tour of the entire Toyota University campus, we all sat back to hear Mrs. Cecelia Alvear tell her story about being raised in the Galapagos Islands. Mrs. Alvear is a national filmmaker who immigrated to the U.S. years ago. Her forthcoming book about her life as a child in the Galapagos is due out soon. She was a passionate speaker and encouraged us to not only look at the beauty of the Galapagos, but to also see first hand some of the poverty that still exists in her county.


By 5 p.m., we were all growing weary as we moved into a different room of the building for our final presentation by Paulo Mattioli. We were not sure what to expect, but when we entered this new room, we immediately noticed that there were about 100 different types of drums, congas, djembes, bongos, and other assorted percussion instruments. We were pleasantly surprised to learn that Toyota uses this room and the percussion instruments as method of team building and to blow off steam! They hire Paulo to lead these exercises where even the least musically inclined person can participate in a group drum circle…. What a way for corporate workers to blow off steam at the end a day, I thought… Anyway, Paulo proceeded to train and lead us all in a series of tribal beats for about an hour or more. He was very passionate and patient as he instructed us on some basic rhythms for a group effort. Just when we were all about to feel tired from a day of lectures, we were suddenly revived by pounding on the drums relentlessly. We later learned that Paulo Mattioli was a true professional percussionist, who had recorded with artists such as Sting and Kenny Loggins.

With a drum beat in our heads and a lure in our hearts, we were bussed back to the Crown Plaza to prepare for our 5 a.m. Galapagos flight the next day. I left with a good feeling that this would indeed be a life altering experience on the horizon.


Tuesday, October 2: DAY THREE

This is a day that will just be chalked up to getting there. Other than socializing with the other teachers, all I recall is that we left California at 5 a.m., flew to Houston, and arrived in Quito, Ecuador at midnight. By the time we boarded the bus to the hotel, it was 1 a.m. At 2 a.m. I smiled at the huge queen size bed in my hotel room. Unfortunately, I would only get to enjoy that sleep for 3 hours before rising the next day at 5 a.m. to catch the flight from Quito to the Galapagos.

Wednesday, October 3: DAY FOUR

We arrived at the Quito International Airport by 6 a.m. dragging our feet and feeling unsure of what day it really was. We were now departing for a flight to the Galapagos. It had been a long travel day yesterday, but I began to feel my second wind kickin’ in. Little did I realize just how jam packed with activities this day was about to be.



Once we crossed the blue sea towards Galapagos, I felt an energy surge inside of me, and I was ready to go again. We arrived at the Baltra airport after flying over azure seas only to find a land that looked desolate as the moon. This is not a land of greenery. It is entirely of volcanic origin, and not much really grows in these rocks except for desert-like plants and a unique plant life endemic only to the Galapagos. Although my first impression was a bit of a shock it turned out to be short lived. I immediately noticed the Darwin finches that were ever affable and friendly, and completely unafraid of people. I thought for a moment that they would actually land on my head they were so friendly.

It was at the Baltra airport where we were greeted by our guide, Morris. It turns out Morris would be our most valuable resource for learning all the details of the islands and its people. Although only 25, he was a warm and friendly walking encyclopedia of knowledge about the islands, its people and the wildlife found there. He made us feel welcome right away. I wondered just how many American tour groups he had hosted in the past. I knew we would not be his last.

When our bus arrived at the boat ferry terminal, the aqua blue sea was breathtaking… immediately, we saw frigate birds soaring overhead and playful sea lions cavorting by the pier. Yellow warblers made a good photo op, and a windmill powered the electricity for the bathroom there.


A four minute ferry ride brought us to Santa Cruz Island, the most populated island of the archipelago. Within five minutes I had seen two sea lions, a frigate bird, a Galapagos pelican, and one of the most noted bird of the Galapagos, the Blue Footed Booby. Here we boarded yet another bus for the journey onward to our eventual hotel room. Along the way we made a stop at a series of volcanic craters. It was here where Morris explained the volcanic origin and geological make up of the island. It was also here where we met the superintendent of the Galapagos schools. He greeted us warmly and assured us we would meet again at the Teacher Forum in a couple of days.

Galapagos Islands are made up of 127 scattered islands. However, only three of these islands are inhabited. The island population is about 27,000 people although no one is really sure of the exact count. Due to the tourism boom thousands of Ecuadorians are now trying to establish residency in the islands for better wages. There are about 140,000 tourists visiting the islands each year. Tourism has taken the place of fishing as the main trade for Galapagos. There has been a surge of Ecuadorians moving to Galapagos where they seek employment in this burgeoning field of growth. Since 1980 the population of the Galapagos has increased 833% -- from 3000 to 28,000! We will soon learn how this exponential growth has created environmental, economic, and social challenges for the islands and its people.

After a walking tour of the craters our bus continued into the upper elevations of Santa Cruz Island where the temperatures dipped into the 60’s. Here, green vegetation was more evident as we donned sweatshirts to adjust to this change.

Our next stop would be a tour of a sustainable organic garden project hosted by the director, Carlos Zapata. The project is called Cedevis - Demonstrative Center of Sustainable Life. It is a part of FUNDAR – Foundation for the Responsible Alternative Development of the Galapagos
This 84 acre farm is a teaching facility designed to be a model for Agri-Eco-Tourism. The whole purpose here is to promote organic gardening as an educational tool for the people of Galapagos. This sustainable farm project is setting its goals high as an educational unit working to remain in harmony with environmental, social, economic, cultural, and political venues for the people of Galapagos.

We enjoyed an interesting power point presentation about the farm project while seated outside under a plastic tarp. The Nature Conservancy owns the farm, trains its employees, and utilizes volunteer intern students from across the globe who want to learn by doing. We were hosted to a tasty lunch that featured all fresh veggies from the farm, fish caught that morning, and chicken from the henhouse. It would be one of the finer meals of the entire trip. Next, their educators led us in a hands on circle of life activity after lunch on the green lawn.
I was impressed with the presentation and the creativity of the lessons that were shared with us American educators. After lunch, we toured the garden plots where we took dozens of photos of the gigantic Galapagos tortoises grazing about the grounds. These creatures are icons of evolution that are still quite plentiful in the upper elevations of Galapagos where green plants can support their habitat. They seemed quite tame and unafraid as we posed next to them for photos to share with the folks back home. Some of these creatures could be found sunning in a mud puddle while others seemed bored with our presence.


After the turtle tour, we boarded the bus again; this time headed for the largest town in the islands, Puerto Ayora. The journey was unfolding quite nicely, and it was a good day to be alive.

Our hotel rooms in Puerto Ayora were simple, but clean and comfortable. The streets of town buzzed with children on bicycles, fishermen cleaning fish, and the occasional chicken scampering across the cracked sidewalks and brick streets. Dogs seem to wander around harmlessly. We stayed at the Hotel Silberstein located just across the street from the main port. Dozens of skiffs and yachts bobbled on their mooring balls as unknown bird types soared above. We would stay in Puerto Ayora for three nights. My room mate for this leg of the trip was Preston Lewis from South Carolina, and we got along great.

As if this were not enough activities for our first day in Galapagos, there was yet one more activity in store for us. At 6 p.m. we all met in the hotel conference room for a presentation by Mr. Felipe Cruz, Director of Technical Assistance at the Charles Darwin Research Center. His presentation was titled “Galapagos Islands, A Paradise in Danger?” Little did I know the information shared by Mr. Cruz would stay with me for the entire trip and beyond. I learned that nearly half of all the animal life in Galapagos can be found no where else in the world…. and that 97% of the reptiles here are endemic only to these islands… and that 95% of the biodiversity here remains in tact. He painted a clear picture of a paradise thriving but in danger due to over tourism, over population, corruption, and a lack of vigilance on the part of the government and tourism industry to monitor and regulate this exponential growth in the Galapagos Islands.

I also learned that Charles Darwin’s visit to Galapagos in 1835 was only for a period of 5 weeks. It would be many years later before he published his historical findings in the Origin of the Species.

We learned that the 17th century marked the era of pirates and buccaneers in the Galapagos. And that the Galapagos was later designated as a penal colony by Ecuador in the 1800’s. Prisoners were banished to these remote, desolate islands as form of punishment. In 1942, the U.S. established a short lived military base on the island of Baltra as a means to protect the Panama Canal only 700 miles away.

Mr. Cruz finished his presentation by explaining the Isabella Project, a successful effort that eradicated 150,000 goats that were destroying the plant life on the island. Evidently, 4 goats were introduced by early settlers back in the 1800’s. Due to the lack of predators, the goat population flourished and has had catastrophic effect on the endemic plant life for the islands. Hence the Isabella Project was initiated in 2006. With an intensive hunting campaign using dogs, helicopters, and hundreds of licensed hunters, the goat population was eradicated in a few short months. I found it interesting that many of the goat herds were located by the use of “Judas Goats” equipped with radio collars and sex hormones to lead the hunters to the goats that could not be located by other tracking methods. Evidently, every single goat on the island was destroyed through this intense campaign to eliminate them. Native plant species are now making a remarkable come back.

Mr. Cruz closed his presentation with some unkind remarks about the poachers who illegally hunt down thousands of sharks here only to harvest their dorsal fins before dumping the shark back into the sea. Unfortunately, there is still a strong demand for shark fin soup in the Orient. There continues to be some hostility between the fishermen, the tourism industry, and the Galapagos National Park Service who do their best to regulate the tension in the interest of environmental stewardship.

Day one on the Galapagos had been a day to remember… so much to see, so much to absorb… so much to learn. When my head hit the pillow at 9:10 p.m., I was out like a light.


DAY FIVE OF THE TRIP: Thursday, October 4, 2007

The second day on the Galapagos would be another fact filled journey through a memorable maize of new friends and new knowledge. Today would be the day we would visit local schools, and I could hardly contain my excitement. Our delegation was divided into small groups each with an assigned school on the agenda. Other teachers in my morning school group were Shannon Hill from Texas, Maureen Barrett from New Jersey, and Preston Lewis from South Carolina.

Our assigned school visit was at a local high school called Colegio Miguel Angel Cazares. At the school we were greeted by an affable man named Franklin Mesios. It turns out he was the agriculture teacher at this particular school. His enthusiasm for gardening was evident as he shared the successful school project where they are successfully growing a wide variety of Galapagos endemic plant species to reintroduce to the island. Here students plant seeds and tend to these plants for the purpose of re-establishing the real plants of the Galapagos. Through the years multiple invasive species of plants have altered the natural habitat of the islands’ plant life.


We also visited several class rooms to say hello to students or just mingle amongst them. The thrill of our visit was evident on the faces of the kids who treated us like we were rock stars. They clung to us and were eager to have their photos taken. Many had never seen a digital camera and were tickled to see their smiling faces shown to them in the window of a small camera. We ended the day with a short meeting in the office of the principal. He was such a kind man, and called his wife to tell her he was about to bring 4 American teachers home for a visit! Unfortunately, our bus came before that home visit could actually happen and we would have to leave in order to make our next appointment. Kids waved us goodbye and I knew I would never see them again.


After a wonderful Galapagos lunch of island food, we were whisked off for a walking tour of the Charles Darwin Research Center. Once again I was reminded of how fortunate we were to have an experience like this. With things like the special guided tours, hand picked speakers, and excellent presentations, I knew our trip to the Galapagos was so much more than what the average tourist ever gets to see or experience. Thus was the truth as we entered the Darwin Center located just a few blocks from our hotel.

Here we enjoyed a presentation by Dr. Sandra Tapia about how the Darwin Center trains local teachers and students on important issues of environmental conservation. She spoke only Spanish and one of our fellow teachers, Jon Dicus, from Minnesota, did an excellent job as translator. After her presentation, we enjoyed a walking tour of the center where we observed tortoise colonies and other animal preservation projects. They have a unique tortoise breeding center here where they raise and protect small tortoises before releasing them into the wild.

Since everyday on the tour had been packed with learning activities, this day would be no exception. In the evening we boarded the bus and headed to a school known as the Colegio Nacional Galapagos. This particular school has a very strong vocational instruction program where students learn practical hands on skills for career training.

We were treated to a tour of the wood shop where intricate carvings and sculptures of native animal species had been mass produced by student hands. I was impressed by the quality of the work and I immediately wanted to buy one of the sea lion sculptures. But we were told the products were not complete, and that sales would begin soon. Several students were busy working or cleaning up at 7 o’clock in the evening. It is common for many schools in the Galapagos to develop creative business ventures such as this woodworking project to serve as fund raisers. I knew these animal sculptures of sea lions, hammerhead sharks, and native bird species would soon rest on the mantle in some American tourist’s home.

Next, we were given a complete tour of the school’s Culinary Training Program. Due to the booming tourism industry trade, there is a demand for qualified chefs. We were told that this school graduates 30 new chefs each year, and that most of them find ready employment either in island restaurants or on cruise ships. The students taught each American teacher in our group how to make a dough boy in honor of the upcoming holiday Day of the Dead. Our dough boys were placed into a huge oven, and we were then directed to the school auditorium for a musical performance that I would never forget.

There was a tight energy in the room as students scrambled behind stage curtains, and adults tested microphones for the upcoming show. We sat patiently and we all anticipated the typical adolescent school stage show that would border on rinky dink… but we would soon be surprised as to how wrong we were. When the lights went out, a gangly teenager approached the microphone and recited a lengthy welcoming message to his American audience … all in English! I could tell it was a struggle for him, but what a fine job he did …. As we clapped, the show began… And what a show it was! 90 minutes of dancers! Guitars! Flutes! Congas! Singers! Choreographed movement in colorful costumes! Handclaps! Audience participation! My hand was soon taken by a dancer and led to the center floor where I would prove again that I am a terrible dancer… Before long our entire teacher delegation was synchronized and moving in a dance circle laughing all along the way…It was a fast moving show that illustrated a deep love these people have for their unique land and its natural resources. All the songs, dances, and costumes had a theme of The Galapagos, the land that they love, the unique animal life and biodiversity they all embrace.… it’s the only land some of them have ever seen, and their visible pride in the culture was overwhelming.

The future of the Galapagos is in the hands of children like these. I felt a easy contentment that everything would be ok with this new generation at the helm.
As a conclusion we were served our hot baked dough boys and a liquid yogurt concoction made by the Culinary class. We later learned that the musical production we witnessed is another fund raising activity for the school. Evidently, they provide the same show for tourists on the cruise ships to the tune of about $300 per show. What a great way for students to take pride in their culture and to give back to their own school, and to get some show business experience along the way. My expectation of a rinky dink high school musical production was quickly gone. My hands ached from clapping and I can’t recall a time when my legs had ever danced so much. It was another record day of activities and learning in the Galapagos. And when my head hit the pillow everything was well in the world. Little did I know another day of sensory overload was only 6 hours away at dawn.
01 Nov 2007 by joe

2007 Galapagos Trip Day 6-12
DAY 6, October 5:

The schedule read October 5, “Optional Trip to Tortuga Bay” at 6 a.m. No one in this American delegation was going to consider missing this trip to Tortuga Bay. So at 6 a.m. our bus was packed with 24 sleepy teachers ready to charge into another day. This would be one of my favorite nature trips led by our guide, Morris. A short bus ride took us to the trail head for Tortuga Bay. Here we walked on a meandering deck trail for about 2 miles that crossed volcanic boulders towards the sea.

The Optunia cacti and other dry land plants towered above us as we headed toward the sea. The beach here would be quite wide and black volcanic boulders were in the same place they landed after erupting thousands of years ago.

Sea spray spewed into the morning air as it crashed onto the rocks, and before long we spotted our first group of marine iguanas… interesting creatures, unafraid of humans. They are so ugly they are cute. We took many photos as the iguanas lolled about the sand and stone. Marine iguanas are found nowhere else in the world except in the Galapagos Islands. As vegetarians, it is said they can stay underwater for over an hour and they forage and feed on plants in or near the sea.

At remarkably close distance, I studied a lava gull for a good ten minutes as he picked away at a dead needle fish that had washed ashore. When I reviewed my photos of him later, I noticed he was wearing some type of metal tag on his leg. I wondered who, where and why the tagging had occurred.

Due to the lack of human predators, all of the animals of Galapagos tend to be tame and unafraid of humans. Thus was true when I came upon my first Blue Footed Booby up close. This is one cool bird. Evidently Booby translates into “clown”, which is the reason this whimsical bird is so popular with tourists and birders like myself. The large feet of this bird are as blue as the sky, and their facial demeanor seems like one of contentment and peace. To me, they look sort of like they are on the verge of laughter.


The Blue Booby I observed on this morning sat that patiently, two feet away from a sleeping marine iguana, as if saying “come take my picture, please.” Remarkably, as he sat perched on the edge of a bluff, a bull shark could suddenly be seen cruising the clear waters below. The fact that I was able to photograph the Blue Footed Booby and the shark in the same photo made my day. It would turn out to be my favorite photo of the entire trip. It was a once in a life time opportunity… but then again, aren’t they all?

Some of the other teachers took a swim in the cool waters that morning while other posed in photos with iguanas and a magnificent seascape. Although we would’ve loved to spend the entire day at Tortuga Bay, by 9 a.m. it was time to hike back to the bus where we would freshen up and resume this adventure in learning. Tortuga Bay seemed like a prehistoric land untouched by man. I wondered if I would ever return here again.

After the hike back, we returned to the hotel to freshen up. The presentations for this day would add more fuel to our learning about the islands. Ms. Priscilla Martiniz of the World Wildlife Fund (WWF) would share her thoughts and vision about the islands. She noted that the WWF has been involved for over 40 years with conservation efforts in the Galapagos. They currently have a budget of $8 million for ongoing environmental projects here. WWF is an active non profit organization and a strong political faction in decisions affecting the islands. WWF is currently active in things like tortoise breeding programs, sustainable energy initiatives, biodiversity vision, providing expertise on recycling, television spots for educating the public, shark research, passing of environmental regulations, scholarship funds and much more that I just couldn’t jot down in time.

The day continued. We took a short bus ride to the Galapgagos Recycling Center where we were introduced to a German man by the name of Ulf Hartner. Mr. Hartner is in charge of the Galapagos Recycling Program. Since there are no landfills on the islands, a state of the art community recycling education program is in the works. This project is an initiative of the Municipality of Santa Cruz and several other organizations. The project collects and recycles plastics, glass, batteries and paper products and educates the local population on recycling issues. Every school, restaurant, or public facility in Galapagos has color coded recycling containers in place for all to use. Even though this is one small speck in the world population, I felt they were way ahead of us in terms of recycling, and its importance to the future.

I was most amazed at how the center recycles glass bottles. They have this cool machine that pulverizes all the glass bottles into fine granules. These granules are combined with a mortar mix and wahlah!..... thousands of brick type pavers are produced for use as walkways and roads within the islands. See photo. Just remember, every item that comes to the island usually remains on the island.… therefore some creative methods of recycling are imperative for such a small land base.

Lunch would be served high in the hills at a little café that was perched above a huge meadow. The bluffs of the sea could be seen in the far distance. Typical food in the islands consisted of rice, fish or chicken, fried plantains, and some type of vegetable. Most all meals were served with a fresh squeezed juicy drink similar to a smoothie… yummy.

After a group meeting we actually had almost two hours of unscheduled time to ourselves! I chose to walk the streets of Puerto Ayora and people watch. With the use of my video camera, I conducted a few interviews of local citizens. Every one I approached was more than glad to answer my standard questions on video. They were very patient with my broken Spanish and most all repeated the line “Hello to Pope High School!” The best way to learn Spanish is to speak Spanish. My handy pocket dictionary got me a lot further in their culture that I would have ever imagined. Most folks are glad you are at least attempting to learn the language, no matter how bad you butcher it in your attempts.

This day started at 6 a.m. on the shores of Tortuga Bay. It was a fitting conclusion for this day of sensory overload to conclude with a fine dinner at the Angermeyer Point Restaurant. There is no road to this historical point on Santa Cruz Island. We were delivered there in a water taxi under the fine mist of an October shower. Our dining tables overlooked the bay, and we were served fresh grilled fish, salads, and tasty morsels of deep fried objects that I never fully identified.

Our three days on Santa Cruz Island had come to an end, and we would begin the next day with a 4 hour boat ride to San Cristobal island.

DAY 7: October 6, 2007 – Boat trip to San Cristobal Island

I awoke before the alarm sounded. I was excited about today’s boat ride across the sea to San Cristobal Island. We boarded the boats at 7 a.m. for the trip. These were relatively small boats that held 9 passengers each. A thin eerie fog blanketed the surface of the water as our boat eased out of the harbor. The captain of my boat was a friendly man, Jose, who brought his 12 year old son along for the ride.

The seas were relatively calm, and the first hour of the boat trip was rather uneventful… but then it happened… Jose’s eyes grew large as he pointed to some obscure object far in the distance…. He pointed again, and I wondered how a man could see so far… but he was right on target with his discovery… humpback whales! He steered the boat in their direction, and before long we were within 100 meters of a pod of whales, all rolling up and down across the surface spouting water from their blow holes… then one really big one lifted his entire body from the water and came crashing to the surface of the water… This was a real live wild humpback whale breeching in the open sea. My heart pounded as I scrambled for my camera. I managed to get a video of the breech although the camera was trembling. A fellow teacher, Kerri, managed to get a great shot of the whale in mid air…

Our southbound boat ride continued onward, and at one point we were completely out of sight of any land. Cumulous clouds on a dry blue sky made for a perfect backdrop to a new landfall. Maybe it was good omen when the dolphins appeared alongside our boat just as we spotted land. Thankfully, no one on board experienced sea sickness… and as the rocky volcanic peaks of San Cristobal Island became visible, I had a warm feeling all over that something big was about to happen.


There is only one town on the island of San Cristobal. It is the small port town of Puerto Baquerizo Moreno. Arriving there by boat was like something out of a movie. Jose eased into the port as sea lions lolled about on empty boats.

The most remarkable first impression I had of this little town was the sea lion population. They were literally everywhere…. a sea lion colony on the beach is right in the town… they are totally unafraid of humans. Sea lions are animals that really know how to relax. They seem to sleep on the beach a lot… sedated by the sun…. some make barking sounds ….some frolic playfully in the surf… and some seem to have friendly sparring bouts… little ones struggle through the lava rocks to return to land… and the big bull lions are not be approached. Evidently, these guys keep a harem of female sea lions nearby and it is not to be challenged… I think sea lions have a pretty good life. They’re like happy puppies ... but with a beach.

We arrived at 12 noon. It was a short walk from the pier to the Hotel Miconia where we checked in and enjoyed lunch overlooking the bay. Suddenly I realized that here I was…I in a small coastal village in the Galapagos islands … and I had the whole Saturday afternoon off.

San Cristobal is one of the oldest islands in the Galapagos chain. It is thought to be about 2.5 million years old.

Eric and I decided to take a day hike….we hiked along the coast, over some rocks, through some brush, down a long hill, and then way up to an observation deck where Kicker Rock was visible in the distance… must’ve been 10 miles away. (see photo)

Marine Iguanas were everywhere on the rocks near the surf. Sometimes they are in the path of where you want to go… but if you go slow they will just amble out of your way or crawl into some pile of lava rocks…. I’m telling you lava rocks are everywhere here.

Soon I spotted a rookery for the Blue Footed Booby. There were several nesting there. Now, this bird is one of the signature trademarks of the Galapagos Islands, and it is found no where else in the world. They are fairly large birds… bigger that a gull, smaller than a pelican… but they have this unmistakable smirk on their face… er, I mean on their beak… couple that with two oversized bright blue webbed feet, and you have one strange bird. Thankfully, they seem at ease with people and they go on about their business while we shoot dozens of photos….


We climbed down from the observation deck and followed the sign that had a mask snorkel engraved. Before long I found myself belly down over a bed of sea urchins and about 2 million chrome like minnows. A couple of sea lions slept on the rocks where I entered the water. Thankfully, I remembered to bring my mask and snorkel. I hoped they would be put to good use again before the trip was over.

The hike back to the hotel was a perfect cap, for a perfect day, in a wonderful land that I had always longed to see. All was well in my little world.

During dinner that night all of the teachers met in their assigned teams to prepare for Day 1 of tomorrow’s Toyota Teachers Forum. We were all in team of 4, and we would soon collaborate and share our group lesson plans with the Galapageno teachers. One of the criteria for being selected for this Toyota Galapagos trip is that you submit a quality interactive environmental lesson plan that can be taught across all of the curricula. All of the teachers had been in communication weeks before the trip to develop a central theme presentation based on our multiple lesson plans submitted. The 2 Day Toyota Teacher Forum would be the venue where we all get an allotted time to share with other educators on the topics of environmental stewardship. About 20 teachers from the Galapagos and several government officials, and administrators would also be in attendance in tomorrow’s Forum.

It would be a big day tomorrow. I went to bed early and slept like a baby seal.

DAY 8: October 7, 2007

I suppose the “meat” of the trip would have to be the Teacher’s Forum. This is where educators of so many diverse backgrounds come together and talk about how to teach, what to teach, and how to influence students to go out and make a difference. The morning schedule rotated between American presenters and Galapageno presenters, and we all had plenty of time to collaborate and discuss between presentations.

Epiphany. Although these official presentations are quite interesting and very helpful, they are not the core of what is learned here. The most valuable gems of knowledge found here are those small moments… those small, inconsequential, unplanned conversations that arise when life long learners come together to network. Notes taken, business cards exchanged, ideas jotted down on napkins, laughter and a general good will and optimism towards saving the environment.

When Day One of the Teachers Forum ended at 2 p.m. on Sunday, it was high time for some more outdoor nature time. Eight of us on the trip were scuba certified. And even though it was getting late in the day, we could not pass up the opportunity to take the boat ride to Kicker Rock for a deep water dive. We concluded with a second dive just as the sun was setting. Even though the dive was cut short by the setting sun, we were able to swim with sea lions who cavorted all about. I declare, I could have reached out and touched them if I had tried… these happy creatures closed the day for me and I still like to think they are dancing in the water right now.

DAY 9, October 8: TEACHER'S FORUM CONCLUDES

One of the Galapageno teachers made a statement that I jotting down:

“Kids should not just be sponges to absorb what we say. But give kids the opportunity to see what you are presenting so they may choose to learn that which they find of interest.”

Another activity by the U.S. teacher was to have the students fill out a post card addressed to themself. On that post card, they should list three things they will do for the environment. Long after they have forgotten writing the post card, they will receive it in the mail as a gentle reminder of their vision.

Another Galapageno teacher gave a stellar presentation on how to use recycled items like old cds, floppy discs, and plastic cell packs as creative art materials.

One group of our American teachers gave a cool hands on analogy presentation on how natural selection applies to invasive species of plants. Other groups covered topics like Integrated Pest Management, flip books, the web of life, native plant photos from the Galapagos, greenhouse construction techniques, environmental dilemmas, and unique methods to integrate these topics across all subject areas and curricula. It was an eye opening experience in education.

The grand finale of the Teacher's Forum featured an entertaining mix of student talent singing, dancing, and performing wonderfully for our group. A quartette of young girls sung their little hearts out as if they were at Canegie Hall. .. then a larger group of boys and girls, all smililng, in colorful costumes, performed a native dance as a percussion ensemble backed them up. How fitting to end this Teacher's Forum with a artisitc display from such a talented group of souls...

Day 9 ended with a fine casual dinner high in the mountains above Puerto Chino. It was an open air, family owned restuarant in the upper elevations of San Cristobal Islands. The air was cool and clean as we donned sweaters before dinner... We mingled with locals, we ate, we toasted, we danced, and it seemed like all was well in the entire world for a brief period.

DAY TEN: FREE TIME! October 9, 2007.

This was the only day that was officially designated as Free Time, or a day off. We had been kept on such a tight schedule with speakers, presentations, tours, demonstrations, and just moving all around that the idea of a day off seemed incomprehensible.
It seemed like such a treat to sleep in past 6 a.m. I spent the morning enjoying a quiet breakfast alone in a small café frequented by the locals. I practiced my Spanish again as I continued with my video interviews of some of the local people I met on the street. Again, every person I approached was friendly and glad to humor me.

Next I got brave and decided to venture into the office of the Port Authority known as the Puerto Capitano. I’m not sure what prompted me to do this, but I decided I would go in this official place to inquire just exactly what the rules were regarding me sailing my own boat to and anchoring in the Galapagos one day. Once my cruising life becomes full time, a stop in the Galapagos would certainly be at the top of my list. I guess they don’t get many tourists coming in with this type of inquiry, and so they thought I was a little crazy at first… I think “loco” was the term that I recognized tangled in there somewhere amongst all the unintelligible verbiage of Spanish that flew right by me. And there was certainly a language barrier since the Captain of the Port was the only one there who could speak English … and as luck would have it, he was not in.

So when I kept telling them I was just trying to make a future “plan” they kept thinking I was saying “plane”. One of the fellows even began to make airplane gestures with his arms assuring himself that he knew exactly what I was talking about. The whole affair was about to turn into friendly chaos until finally the Captain returned and was able translate my unusual request.

Unfortunately, it turns out the Galapagos Islands are not very economically friendly to the sailboat cruiser on a tight budget like me. Once you apply for an anchorage permit 60 days in advance, you may stay aboard your boat up to 20 days if you pay the Park Service $200 per day per person on board… ug. I suppose there are some wealthy sailors out there who would not flinch at such an expense. But as for me, I tipped my hat and moved on, and I think they were glad that I did. I wanted a photo of this ordeal, but decided not to push my luck.

After that amusing scene, I decided to take the advice of Celia Alvear the woman who spoke to us in L.A. about her childhood in the Galapagos. She encouraged us to make a point to see some of the poor places in the islands in order to better understand the whole community. So that is exactly what I did. I took a long walk past the local airport and made a loop that took me through some of the poorest neighborhoods I have ever seen.

No one was outside their homes, and I wondered where the people might be. None of the roads were paved, and there were no shrubs planted around the homes, although I did notice some flowers in pots on some of the porches. Most of the smaller homes seemed to be loosely constructed from scrap lumber with no rhyme or reason to the design. Rusted tin roofs wafted in the breeze. Makeshift fences did not contain the wandering cats, chickens, or mixed breed dogs who wandered freely. Roosters crowed randomly and laundry was hanging outdoors at most every home. There were no street signs marking street names and I wondered how people got their mail. Windows were open with no screens.

I tried to imagine what it would have looked like inside each home that I passed, and I wondered just what these people would think of my East Cobb tree lined streets with perfect sidewalks. Regardless of the appearance here, I felt very safe in this little community, and for a moment I thought of my students back home, and how I wished they could see how another part of the world lives.

After lunch, I met up with four other teachers from our group and we split the cab fare for the 26 kilometer drive to Puerto Chino on the north coast of the island. We were not disappointed. The rugged coastline provided breathtaking ocean vistas and the seas roared as huge waves crashed into the rocky volcanic bluffs. Here we climbed high atop boulders, and soon we were able to spot large sea turtles in the blue water below. And there were LOTS of them, maybe a dozen or so, bobbing up and down in the surf. Pelicans were nesting on their roost and the Blue Footed Boobys were nesting nearby as well. Red crabs and black crabs, unlike any crabs I had ever seen before, clung tightly to the rocks between the rhythm of the crashing surf. Our cabbie, Patriscio, actually waited the entire 3 hours while we stared at the sea, snoozed on the sand, and waded in the surf, before driving us back. We tipped him well, and he seemed like it was just another ordinary day in paradise.



It had been a great day off, and there was a tinge of sadness in the air, for we all knew this would be our final day in the Islands. Tomorrow at 6 a.m., we would board small planes back to Baltra where we would catch a commercial flight back to Quito for the final leg of this unforgettable two week adventure in learning. Goodbye San Cristobal Island.

DAY 11: October 10, 2007: BACK TO QUITO!

Day 11 was pretty much a travel day. The highlight of the day was the little 5-seater airplane ride from San Cristobal Island back to the airport in Baltra… There were great views of the coastline from the low flying craft. Layovers in Baltra and then again in Guayaquil, Ecuador made for a long day, but we finally checked into our room by 5 p.m.

I had just enough time for a short power walk through the streets of Quito as the work day was ending for its people. We were warned not to travel alone at night in Quito, and to keep your valuables close to you or leave them in the hotel. Although Quito is a booming metropolis, there are a lot of beggars and people who seem to be down on their luck. I ducked into a music store where I hoped to purchase the local ten stringed instrument known as the charango. I decided against making the purchase but enjoyed my visit with the shop owner who gave me a personal concert on some wooden wind instrument that I cannot recall the name of. I bought a shirt instead.

Quito is a city located high in the Andes Mountains at an elevation of 9,600 ft., almost twice as high as Denver, Colorado. Quito is the capitol of Ecuador, and has a population of 2.1 million. Even though we are on the equator here, the nights are cool and crisp, and the views of the countryside are breathtaking.

Our group dinner for this evening was high on a mountaintop at a place called the Restaurante Mirador de Itchimbia. The view from this restaurant was simply awesome and the lights of Quito sparkled like stars in the distance. We were served a fine meal on long tables with white tablecloths one entrée at a time. Our trip was coming to an end and there was lots of energy in the group. We knew our final day ahead would be a tour of Quito and the equator, before heading home.

During the course of this trip, some of our group members and me had been conspiring together to write a group song that we titled The Kaisen Blues. Since I had brought my trusty ukulele along for the trip, I suppose I was the main culprit to lead this songwriting spoof about our unusual journey together as strangers who quickly became friends. As it turned out, the song lyrics were now complete and I made a dozen copies of the lyrics for our rowdy group to perform at dinner that night. Our official Toyota videographer on the trip, David Hesson, insisted on filming the debut of this masterpiece. I’m sure the other patrons in the restaurant were rolling their eyes at the “crazy Americans” as we rambled through all 8 verses of the Kaisen Blues…with the film rolling all the time. What a way to end this wonderful day… a good meal high above the city, and a bunch of American tourists singing about education.

DAY 12: October 11, 2007 : OUR FINAL DAY IN ECUADOR

Our last communal breakfast of our teacher delegation together was a feast. Our hotel rooms here were superb, and this was the only time on the whole trip where we enjoyed the luxury of our own private room. Toyota is to be commended for taking such great care of its U.S. teacher delegates. Every meal, every transportation fee, and every night of lodging was completely covered by Toyota. It is indeed an honor to have been a part of such a prestigious group of dedicated educators for this adventure in learning. We came as strangers and left as family.

Our final day in Quito was tightly scheduled. They had grand plans for us to visit the grand statue at Mitad del Mundo, the official monument at the equator, the cathedrals downtown, the plaza, and then a grand dinner that night. And these things we did. And even as we photographed monuments, collected last minute souvenirs, and scrambled to keep it all on schedule there is one thing that lingers on my mind more than any other… and that would be the faces of Quito. The faces on the people of this city tell many stories, and I found it most intriguing to read these faces.

Faces full of joy, faces lined with pain, leathery faces toughened by the equatorial sun, tender faces of a child, blind faces, painful faces, faces of economic success, faces of uncertainty… for some reason I made it point to look at people right in the face and wonder where they were inside. My camera hung out of the bus window as we winded down narrow streets. I skipped a cathedral tour to wait outside and hear a blind accordion player sing. ...Faces of people in a hurry to be somewhere, faces of people in need, faces of people in colorful costumes, and blank faces that I could only wonder where in the world they had come from. In a crowd, I caught a glimpse of a face of a woman who was severely disfigured evidently from a fire or accident, and then right away I saw the faces of a couple in a true love locked in embrace as they walked briskly down the street. School children sang songs while elderly men in hats sat on park benches underneath Acacia trees. Business men in designer suits barked into cell phones while grey haired women sat in wooden chairs staring nowhere. Faces that tell stories.

Our final dinner for the last night of this adventure was no less that spectacular. We arrived at the Restaurante Theatrum in the heart of the Quito business district at 7 p.m. We were treated to a music and dance recital by a local group of artisans all decked out in costumes of Ecuadorian culture. We viewed this outdoor theatric show from a balcony before enjoying the finest dinner of the entire trip. Even though we were scheduled to depart the hotel at 4 a.m., there seemed to be no real reason to leave this special moment of dining and bonding as we delayed the inevitable by toasting and cheering the values of this memorable experience. Eventually, time took its toll and we all knew the hour of travel departure was soon approaching

Little did I know that this final 24 hours would fly by so fast. We would get caught up in the haste of travel, the lure of returning home and the rush of being on time for some flight so we could get there and wait…

But it all worked out perfectly…. Absolutely perfect timing. This has been a trip of a lifetime, and I will hold it with me forever. The true value of the things I learned from the other educators and the Galapagueno people are hard to measure. But it has been an adventure in learning, and a priceless tool for teaching environmental issues to my students.

When my alarm clock went off at 3:30 a.m., I took one last look out my window to the lights of Quito…. Then before I knew it, there was Quito… then Houston… then Atlanta … then Home… All is well…

… Even now that I have returned to this paved metropolis of neon and asphalt, chain restaurants and office parks, I will always know that far away, there is a quiet land where sea spray is resting gently on the nose of the marine iguana … and the seas will continue to crash into the volcanic bluffs even though I cannot see them … and that there is a whole community of good hearted people who will continue dancing and singing about a homeland few will ever know.

EPILOGUE

A huge thank you goes out to the Toyota Motor Sales Corporation for sponsoring this unique adventure in learning. Let it be known that this was a highly organized, extremely successful venture where 24 teachers came together to collaborate and share. Almost every single expense was paid for in full by Toyota. All accomodations, presentations, and personnel were top notch. I encourage any teacher who is interested in international travel for a more global perspective in education to pursue this or similar teacher travel opportunities.

Please feel free to contact me at joe.green@cobbk12.org if you would like further information on this or other international teacher programs that are out there! It's an amazing way to see the world and learn new teaching strategies for your classroom!

Finally, I would like to recognize the other 23 U.S. teachers who were a part of this delegation to Galapagos. We came as strangers and left as a family of collegues.


PARTICIPATING TEACHERS FOR THE U.S. DELEGATION TO GALAPAGOS:

Chasidy Miroff
Brookwood Middle School
Alabama

Eric Freund
Cholla High School
Arizona

Beverly Koopman-Miller
Connolly Middle School
Arizona

Michael Wing
Sir Francis Drake High School
California

Mary Robertson
Fort Myers High School FL

Joe Green
Pope High School
Georgia

Peggy Deichstetter
St. Edward High School
Illinois

Pam Zipfel
Maize High School
Kansas

Dana Crosby
Hingham High School
Massachusetts

Donald Johnson
Cass Technical High School
Michigan

Jon Dicus
The Blake School
Minnesota

Joseph Catron
Billings West High School
Montana

Kevin Witte
Kearney High School
Nebraska

Maureen Barrett
Harrington Middle School
New Jersey

Kerri Lathrop
East Mountain High School
New Mexico

Myriam Ibarra
Nottingham High School
New York

Kelli Ramer
The New York State School for the Deaf
New York

Autumn Obremski
R.A. Brown Middle School
Oregon

Regina Jones
Big Beaver Falls Area Middle School
Pennsylvania

J. Preston Lewis
South Carolina School for the Blind
South Carolina

Shannon Hill
The John Cooper School
Texas

Kathy Hoof
Manchester High School
Virginia

Karen Alexander
Montpelier High School
Vermont

Joyce Duvall
Parkersburg High School
West Viginia
20 Sep 2007 by joe