Today is the big celebration for Semana Santa. Life is a big party in Nicaragua but this one seems bigger than the others. They prepared the entire week for it. Fireworks having been going off during the day. A banner was raised and a band has been playing daily around the park. They had a bike show the other day.
I think there is supposed to be a parade. My family for once slept in and although I was woken up early, it was quiet enough for me to simply lay in bed. I read on my kindle app and in the safety of my room, it felt like I was home. I showered and ate breakfast and tried to clean my room. My mom wouldn’t let me. She swept and took my sheets to wash them. She showed me how to wash my clothes so later I am going to wash my undergarments all by myself and hang them on the line. My mom won’t let me wash my regular clothes. WIsh me luck as it’s literally a washboard and I heard those things can wear you out. I feel bad sitting here working on Peace Corps stuff while a flurry of cleaning happens around me. I asked could I help but my mom won’t let me. There is always a pile of dirt, even though they sweep everyday.