ALSO, two new women came to my yoga class this week! I love those ladies.
Day 148: Since I have no class, I’m traveling to my nearest city (1.5 hrs away) to go to the bank and do a little shopping. Since it’s so far away, I don’t want to be longer than an hour so I can get home before it’s dark. I’ve decided to find something beautiful everyday. Today, I think seeing Coke bottles with names and quotes in Spanish was beautiful. Because, the magic of Coke with your name wasn’t limited to America. On the bus ride back, I sat next to a little old lady. She reminded me of my Granny. She had the Nicaraguan equivalent of a Cricket phone. It was beautiful to see, despite the humongous buttons and antenna, and know she hasn’t given up on trying technology. Beautiful things are everywhere… just have to open your eyes.
Two hours later, I drained as much juice as I could without a strainer, cooked the meat, added it, onions, green peppers, a cut tomato, tomato sauce and seasonings. It was just short of perfection without chili powder but the paprika made up for it. Nicaraguans don’t really eat spicy food so they said my chili was really spicy BUT everyone loved it! There wasn’t any left over. Which hurts my heart because I just know I’m going to crave some tomorrow. My site mates mom baked two pans of maísapan or cornbread and together the meal was delicious! The friends we invited brought cake to celebrate my other site mates birthday. We plsyed games! The pin the tail on the donkey was classic, the musical chairs (from what I heard, a little dangerous) and limbo was a hilarious game to share with the Nicaraguan. We also danced, what Nica party doesn’t include dancing?! I missed taking pictures of musical chairs because I was washing dishes. We ran out of silverware (see my previous post during training on the shortage of silverware in Nicaragua). The party members were quite understanding and patient for clean plates and forks. Afterwards, we cleaned and took a quick hike to see a cross. It was beautiful. My chili party was a success and I met new people. Not sure when I’ll be having another.. hosting parties is stressful! I’m not sure how my mom does it.
Sugar had her babies! There are six. They’re super cute. I’m a little concerned though because Sugar has no interest at all of being a mother. They’ve been calling her “mala madre” (bad mother) and chasing her around the house to put her in the box with her babies. It’s strange. I thought child birth was laborious. She doesn’t look tired at all. She doesn’t look any different. If I hadn’t seen the babies myself, I’d think she was still pregnant! I guess it’s true what they say, any woman can have a child but not every woman can be a mother.
PS. It’s hard being sick and I realize it’s been making me less vigilant in my writing but know that I’m dedicated to sharing my story, even in my sickbed. So ignore any possible spelling errors you might see. ☺️ I’ll be fully well soon and back to spell checking on a computer. 👍🏾
For the past two weeks I have been saying, “I don’t feel 100%.” Well today revealed why. The revenge of the parasite. I woke up and had déjà by. Literally as before, threw everything up and my stools progressively turned to liquid. Yesterday, my stomach really hurt but after I had a bowel movement it felt a little better. Today it’s hurting in the exact same place. After throwing up again, I asked my host family to take me to the city, where the nearest laboratory paired with Peace Corps is. After waiting several hours in the sun, it was confirmed I have two parasites. One is the exact same as before. Apparently, the hospital only treated my symptoms and I was supposed to take a pill to kill my parasite when I left. Sigh… No one communicated that to me and now I’m sick and again pushing my work farther behind. Thankfully we caught this before I got dehydrated! No more hospitals for me. My mom made some kind of slime, sludge like jello stuff for me out of camomile and cinnamon. Surprisingly, it’s staying down. So that’s what I’ll be eating with Nica homemade soup… And sleeping. Darn you parasites.
I saw a wedding! Well the procession of a wedding. I was sitting, eating breakfast, per usual when my host mom said, “come to the door! It’s a wedding.” I stood in my night clothes watching a group of people walking, a make shift parade. I didn’t realize until too late I should have been taking a video! Suddenly, in the midst of the crowd I saw her the bride, full veiled and in white walking amongst the crowd of people to the church. I asked who the people were. They’re her family and people of the community, standing and walking her to her soon to be husband. I couldn’t think of more beautiful sentiment. Still in my pajamas, I ran behind them to the the church and hid in the bald sneaking a few pictures. I was terribly underdressed and didn’t want to dishonor this moment with my tackiness so I quickly left. Hopefully another wedding happens in my two years here so I can record it as learn more about the cultural differences! If it does, I’ll know because the church is right beside my house. I’ll hear the Bridal Chorus!
My sitemate Megan visited the coast. Which is totally awesome and rare here because Bluefields, Nicaragua is about 8-9 hours away travel including buses AND rickety boats. She brought fruta de pan there and invited m over to watch it be cooked and eat it! Well who am I to turn down a cultural lesson? So I went. It’s a fruit that’s very starchy. Once you cut into it you have to leave it sitting in water to preserve it. We cut it into squares an fried it and it ended up tasting a good middle between French fries and sweet potatoes fries. I liked it. She shared it with her and friends and her bosses because it’s a rare fruit, only on the coast, and most Nicaraguans never travel that far. She’s so kind and I met new people. Today was a good day.
Noise. There’s so much noise here. That’s how I know I’m back in site. IST ended and I, after scrounging the awesome PC library walked away with three GRE practice books. I’m so thankful. My intention is to study for at least an hour a day until I take the exam.
Every time I am feeling less than my best, God shows me that I matter AND I’m doing a good work. Here things run at such a slow pace. It often feels like nothing is happening, but it is. My tutor asked me why I’m here. I was explaining the different sectors of peace corps (small business, health, environment, TEFL) and how my primary goals are to teach youth entrepreneurship to 11th and 12th grade and teach the curriculum to the teachers here. Promoting the understanding of the financial concepts and curriculum is most important to continue the understanding of how to start your own business after I’ve finished u service. My excitement was uncontainable and she asked why was I here if I had so much knowledge and excitement about entrepreneurship. My answer was easy, “I am here because I see possibilities here. Nicaragua is an amazing opportunity to make a real change and teach people who truly need the information.” She was touched and shared with me she had a business idea but has been too scared for years to implement it. We talked in depth about cultural changes that we need to do and what the businesses in my site need. Whenever you’re unsure about being in the will of God, just look for Him to give you a wink.