Dream Life: Quinn & Jonathon from Life Out Of The Box

Life Out Of The Box

Dream Life: Quinn & Jonathon from LOOTB

• This story is part of our new series: Dream Life where we interview travelers that bucked the norm and created a dream life for themselves on the road. We’ll find out exactly how they were able to escape the rat race and their advice for all of us sitting at home, wishing we were in their shoes. *

 

For many people, us included, a dream job would include lots of traveling, something that gives back to the community, something entrepreneurial where we could be our own boss. Well Jonathon and Quinn have really ticked all of those boxes with their project- Life Out Of The Box. This social venture they created in 2012 allows them to travel throughout the world, developing relationships with local artisans to sell their wares on their website, LOOTB.com. The profits from the bracelets go to buying school supplies for local children. Pretty badass, huh? We “sat down” with Quinn & Jonathan (ie. exchanged a number of emails) and asked them about how they started their project as well as their advice for would-be travelers who want to dich their jobs to follow their dreams.

 

 

Tell us a little bit about your project.

In May 2012 we left California to create a Social Venture. We bought a one-way ticket to Nicaragua not sure what we were going to create. After 6 months we created a business where we sell handmade products and for every product that we sell we give a child in need school supplies. The unique part of our business is that we show the customer the exact child that we gave school supplies on behalf of the customer through our website.

 

What inspired you to start this adventure?

Before we left for Nicaragua we constantly asked ourselves what our definition of success is. We quickly realized that to us it goes far beyond just making money– to us it was all about seeing the world for what it is and creating a business that helps others pursue their dream. We figured that life is all about the journey and we knew that we would regret not going after our dreams more than we would regret going even if we completely failed.

 

 

“Live your dreams & take risks. Life is happening NOW.”

 

What advice can you give people who are interested in ditching their normal life and exploring the world?

Just go for it. Do a lot of research on the different places that you want to live in and then figure out how you can make it happen. We knew that Nicaragua was the perfect place for us after spending hours on the computer looking up all of our different options. Also: SAVE YOUR MONEY. The way that we were able to quit our jobs, fund ourselves to create a social venture and live overseas was by budgeting and saving our money. Even when we travel we travel on a big time budget. To us, it’s not about having things it’s about having memories and the ability to pick up and go see a new place whenever we want. Once you’re out there, you’ll realize that it doesn’t actually cost as much as you think to see the world. If it’s within you to go out and see the world, DO IT. Just go. You don’t have to have it all figured out, you can learn as you go. Never let waiting become a habit. Live your dreams & take risks. Life is happening NOW.

 

What has been one of your most rewarding or favorite memories during your time on the road?

Our favorite memory has got to be giving school supplies to the very first child in Nicaragua, Naomi. We had just launched our store of handmade products from Nicaragua online and made our very first sale to a woman in Washington. Right away, we went out to the streets of Masaya (a industrial town with very little tourism, mostly all locals) and saw Naomi with her mom walking from school back home. When we gave her the school supplies she started dancing and smiling with pure joy in the dirt road. It was a moment that neither of us will ever forget.

 

 

Favorite travel/life quote?

 

“We travel not to escape life but for life not to escape us.”

 

What is in store for the future of LOOTB?

We’re excited to have expanded our line and giving into Africa and we continue to keep on expanding to other countries. We actually just gave school supplies to a school of children in a small village in Kenya, Africa. We’re looking into working with artisans as well as NGOs in other countries around the world like Nepal, Peru and various parts Southeast Asia. We are planning to also head back to Central America in the summer to check up on things and work with our partnered NGOs to give more school supplies away.

 

How can our readers help/ get involved?

We love hearing from anyone who connects with our story or Life Out of the Box in anyway, so we encourage anyone to reach out to us online. Readers can support us by following and interacting with us on our social media sites (Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, YouTube, & Pinterest), following us on our blog or even by just telling our story to your friends and family in person! To purchase a LOOTB bracelet you can visit our store www.lootb.com.

A Day in the Life: Big Corn Island Fishing with a Local

“Hurry up boy, dem fish be gone soon!” Elton playfully shouts as we hurriedly load up his tiny two-man fiberglass canoe. Today there’s three of us, and with all the gear, it’ll be a miracle if we make it back without capsizing.

We’re going out to fish for lunch, local Caribbean style. Our destination; the Caribbean Sea off the coast of Big Corn Island, Nicaragua. No fancy motored boat, no high tech fishing gear or GPS radar. Just a couple of hand lines tied onto plastic bottles, metal scraps for sinkers, a bag of frozen sardines and a whole lot of local know-how from our friend Elton.

Elton was our next-door neighbour during our week long stay on Big Corn Island. His family has owned their beach front property for generations, back when the land was cheap and the opportunistic greed for development was low. It’s what makes his spot great. A spacious beach front property, empty of town houses or apartment buildings, on the backside of the island, looking out to a distant horizon of clear Caribbean waters.

From as long as Elton can remember this house has been home to more than your average nuclear family. He is one of 10 siblings, with more uncles and aunties than you can throw a coconut at. There are nieces, nephews, cousins, grandchildren and just about every other relative you could spot on a family tree tossed into the mix. People come and go, but everyone plays a role. Some wash clothes, others cook, fix things around the house or work in local shops. The dad makes his own fresh coconut oil from the coconut trees on the family plot. And Elton is the fisherman.

And this is where our day in the life kicks off.

“Seriously boy, dam we gonna catch some fish todey”! His English is really good, but sometimes his thick Caribbean accent makes it hard to understand. At times there’s a mixture of Spanish, Caribbean English and even some native Creole thrown into the conversations, so when I’m not sure what he’s said I just nod my head and say ‘yeah boy’, which always gets a positive response.

Elton’s canoe is definitely a homemade job, and just about everything else we’re using follows the same handy resourcefulness. One paddle is simply two pieces of wood nailed together, and the other a salvaged kiddy paddle from a children’s canoe. But it does the job, and within a half hour we’re a few hundred meters off shore. He throws his anchor, an old car’s wheel disc tied to some thick fishing rope, and we’re settled.

I’ve got no idea where we’re fishing; it all looks the same to me, but Elton knows what we’re looking for. He says we’re 10 ‘fathoms’ deep, and I only realise later that this refers to his ‘technical measurement’ of how many arm lengths of line he drops before hitting the bottom.

Whatever the science, it seems to work and before long we’re slinging in all types of fish. Grunt and Yellow-Tailed snapper are hungry today, and we pull up a bucket load of them within the first 20 minutes. There’s also the exotic Parrot fish, something called an Old Wife and a big old barracuda that keeps cutting our catch in half with it’s razor sharp teeth. As soon as you drop your hand line over the edge you’ve got to be on guard to yank up and snag a fish once you feel it biting. Wait too long and you’ve lost your bait.

Elton starts to tell us all about his fishing experiences and handy tips that have been passed down from generation and generation. As we rock around, and try not to capsize our minuscule vessel, Elton launches into a story about how the ocean used to be full of aggressive Tiger sharks. Just what we need!

“Oh boy, you’d fish dem wit rope and massive hooks, but be careful not to throw dem en de boat! Dem still bite ya”. But that was before his time, and he assures us you don’t see them that often now.

Either way it’s a scary thought, and when I hook something that gives a decent fight I start to get a little nervous pulling it in. It’s still fighting right up until the surface before I see an unmistakable fin pop out, followed by a fat shark’s head.

“What the hell! I’ve hooked a shark!” I scream, half with excitement and half with fear. My first thought is, what the heck do I do with this? Before I have too long to worry Elton yells over, “give me dat boy, don’t put dat en de boat!”

I pass over the line and he takes care of it with ease. It’s a nurse shark, 2-3ft and not particularly dangerous, but try thinking that while it’s all but jumping into your lap. Needless to say it was a definite highlight and an encounter Elton retells at least a dozen times throughout the day.

After a mammoth haul of fish, something like 35, we decide to call it a day.

Once back on the shore we’re starving, but the job isn’t done yet. Like a one man machine, Elton one by one scales, cuts and prepares the 35 odd fish we brought in. I’d offer to assist, but he has a routine that sees the work done within the hour, so I provide conversation. Elton describes the preparation and cooking steps.

Once gutted, the fish get washed out with clean water and then stuffed with a combination of salt, black pepper, garlic and lime juice. Dabbed with a bit of flour on the sides, they’re then placed into a bubbling pan of 100% freshly made coconut oil to deep fry. The same fresh coconut oil his father prepared that day. They’re cooked until golden brown, with some sliced up plantain chips.

And the taste. Wow. Deep fried crispy skin, yet scrumptiously succulent on the inside, with a hint of special seasoning. We cook up for everyone in the house, and suddenly people from all around come out of the woodwork for a delicious lunch. A whole massive dish of food and we all eat until we can’t eat anymore. Laughing and retelling the stories of today’s catch.

After dinner it’s time to relax. Elton drags out a 5ft speaker from inside the house, noticeably proud of how big this thing is. We’re expecting the brutally obnoxious beats of reggaeton music, but are surprised but the subtlety smooth sounds of country music. From Spanish country ballads, to Kenny Rogers, Elton is in his element sitting around with friends, drinking some rum and listening to guitars twang about broken hearts and broken hands.

As he explains, Big Corn, in the past, was without any real radio station of it’s own. The only thing they could pick up was a country music station from the mainland. Whole generations grew up on nothing but country music, and like a big barracuda, they’re hooked. So this is what gets played most of the night.

The night continues on for a few hours and we get through some cheap sugar cane spirits. A couple of dollars for 2 litres sees that we’re done and dusted by 10pm. One last drink to top off the night, a sneaky pick at some remaining fish, a massive hug and we call it a night. After all, the early fisherman gets the fish!

A Day in the Life: The Young Street Sellers of San Cristobal

The alarm goes off at 7am and it’s straight out of bed. Even a snooze button won’t do much good in a house full of thirteen children if one person’s awake. School starts at 9am, but there’s chores to complete before Carolina can get out the door. She’s one of the oldest kids living at home, so there’s a lot to do in getting her younger siblings ready for the day.

Carolina is your typical 10 year old girl. She goes to school in the morning, enjoys hanging out with friends and she loves her family. However, she is also one of the hundreds of young street sellers of San Cristobal de las Casas, Mexico that hawk their wares after school, on weekends and holidays. Carolina, along with her brother Juan Carlos, eight, and her cousins Alfredo, nine and Emilia, eight, together form a group of friends that trawl the streets of one of Mexico’s busiest tourist destinations hoping to bring in some tourist money.

Juan Carlos 8, Alfredo 9, Carolina 10, Amelia, 8

Over our 2 months in San Cristobal de las Casas we got to know their little group really well and would often find ourselves hanging out with them in the plaza and providing impromptu English classes. The kids were initially on the clock trying to sell us stuff, but after realising we just wanted to get to know them they quickly let their business guard down and opened up to us.

“Selling is fun, and we can play all day together” says Carolina as she jokes around with her best friend and cousin Emilia. The two girls share a strong bond that goes deeper than family. Together they front the sun and storms everyday to make sure they can pull in some much needed money for the family.

“I like school”, both girls comment after being asked. This is an encouraging sign, when so many youth street sellers of San Cristobal are working at such a young age. “When I grow up I want to be a primary school teacher, just like my teacher Sr. Luis”, Carolina adds to the conversation. She is the oldest of the group, and you can tell by her confidence that she is the leader of the pack. Emilia shyly responds to the same question, “I’m not sure what I want to do”. We reassuringly tell her that even at our age we don’t know what we want to do, and it raises her spirits.

 

 

School is an important aspect for the children of Chiapas. Rating as one of the poorest states in all of Mexico, it’s crucial to know that the future of Mexico are being educated. A typical school days consists of maths, writing, reading, Mayan culture and history, and all classes are conducted bilingually in Spanish and the local Mayan language Tzotzil. Classes in English and computer studies are generally limited, but sometimes come in later years. Although in saying that, not many people can speak English beyond the basic phrases and numbers, unless they come from the upper class minority.

The conversation between the girls turns to their native indigenous language Tzotzil for a moment. Although the girls prefer to speak Spanish, they often find themselves coming back to their mother tongue. “We speak it at home with the family”, Emilia adds, “but that’s only because our parents know it better than Spanish”. This seems to be a common trend among the older generation of street sellers of San Cristobal. There is a strong presence of their indigenous Mayan roots, with a few different dialects around San Cristóbal alone and many more around the state of Chiapas.

 

 

Both girls express their desire to pass on the Mayan traditions and will make sure to teach their families Tztozil as well. Although at the same time they are aware of the predominance of Spanish in the wider community. Carolina also adds that she is interested in learning English, stating that “it is important to make money in the future”. For Carolina this new skill will increase her ability to sell to foreign tourists who don’t speak Spanish.

The conversation continues for another half an hour as we talk about all kinds of things. From family and religion to more light hearted topics such as free-time activities and favorite music. As we had suspected, the girls don’t have too many after-school activities, because they’re always working. However, when they do get time they’re usually busy making the handicrafts and learning skills from their parents or books. That takes up most of their time, and when school finishes by 2pm it’s a quick trip home for some lunch and a relax before they hit the streets.

On an average weekday day the group will work for 4 hours until 8pm, depending on the weather, before they’re in bed by 10pm. On days off, such as weekends or holidays, they usually work from 12pm-6pm. All money earned goes directly to the family, and if they don’t make a sale there are no drastic consequences, they just have to head out the next day and try again. While we’ve heard some sad stories about what happens if the kids can’t sell, they assure us this is a non-pressured environment.

 

 

For the girls this is a long lined traditional from their foremothers, and their foremothers before that. Carolina is learning a family trade and tradition. She tells us she was learning how to make bracelets and stuffed animals by 5, and on the street selling them by 6. In those 4 years she’s walked up and down the main strip thousands of times, and if she follows in her mother and grandmother’s footsteps, she has many thousands of trips to go. It is only our hope that whether she decides to follow the family tradition or not, at least she has an opportunity at an education and the right to decide her future. She may be one of the lucky ones who even gets to finish her education, especially as a girl. For the boys, a lot of post-secondary work leads to a competitive career in construction. It’s a useful trade, but with so many unskilled laborers looking for work, it makes the competition a strain and leads many men to street vending as well.

 

 

The family tradition for both Carolina and Emilia follows a similar path. The women are all in the textiles trade and the men in the construction trade. Both girls note that their brothers followed their fathers into work from a young age, and have been there ever since.

So what does the future look like for these two girls? “I’d like to travel more and get to know more of my country” says Carolina. While the two don’t have a lot of knowledge about what’s happening outside of Mexico, remember they are only 10 and 8, what kid does? Emilia wants to travel around Chiapas and also visit the beach for the first time in Oaxaca. And in the future future, that’s just too far away to think about. A family, some kids and then who knows is what they both seem to think.

For now their story ends and we bid goodbye to our new amigos. What we learned from Carolina and Emilia over our 2 months  is that they’re really just like any other 8 and 10 year old. Once the camera and notepad were away they continued to goof around, while the boys wrestled in the street. They’re street savvy and have grown up a lot faster than most kids back home. But in a world away from Facebook, computer and all that other stuff, they have stilled managed to hold onto their childhood innocence.

 

 

Just before we left we managed to print a few pictures from the group of our time together, and Christine was able to make a few simple bracelets for them. They shyly accepted the gifts, but once out of our site we could see them looking over the pictures as they discussed who got what. On the back of the photos we included our email address, in the hope that one day they could get in contact with us. While none of them had ever used a computer, they assured as they would try.

 

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