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Hi everyone, Yesterday afternoon I had a natatamale (Christmas tamale) which is cooked cornmeal around rice and vegetables and it was delicious. It was served at the restaurant across the street from the hostel and they give you coffee all day, gratis! Check out my picture. After resting for a while, I went to an evening yoga class in spanish. I was the only student and the teacher was kind of out of shape. His yoga was nothing like yoga I have every done, but more like calisthenics. But for 10 cordobas ($.50) what can one expect (Cannot find a question mark on this keyboard!)! Then I took a great shower, Wow! I had a wonderful rest in this quiet hostel. I have the deluxe room and slept so well there ($12-night). I made an appointment ... read more
Friday´s Organic Market
Tamales
Boy Selling Chickens


Hi everyone, I am glad some of you are getting my blogs. Apparently for about a week I was unaware that I made my blog private and emails were not going out to my "subscribers". Now, I think I have gotten my act together and you should receive emails as I complete my blog entries them. This morning I said good-bye to my family and left the village of San Juan de la Concepcion, which happens to be down the road from La Concepion. The spanish classes were great, but were 4 hours every day. Then there were field trips and other activities every day and there was no time to assimilate what I had learned. And we were all exhausted after the trips to pineapple farms, wine tasting, beach trips, etc. Also, living with the ... read more
Mural at the Hostel Luna
Mural of Children
Catholic Church in Esteli


Early Saturday morning (after a late night at our school's swanky staff Christmas party), we met our hired driver and our 12 seater minibus to head out for Nicaragua. The trip there was relatively easy (took about 5-6 hours total including travel, border, and lunch) other than the border stop. SUCH drama to get over from Honduras to Nicaragua. First we had to pay a fee to exit Honduras but were told that the stamps in our passports were really good enough to let us go. Apparently the extension that the school got for us, while working on our residency cards, is only good to stay in Honduras - NOT to travel out of it. The guy said he would grant us this passing because he knew we were going to a wedding (a lot of ... read more
Group Shot
Reception Hall
Path Leading to Church


more photos in the life and times of a peace corps volunteer in central america... read more
abuelo cutting firewood
modesta and dina´s venta
winder´s high school graduation


Okay, so here´s what´s been up. Thanksgiving was awesome. Like, full spread of EV-VERY-THIIIIING and it was waaay too much to eat. And we woke up to homemade waffles and fresh strawberries and BACON frying. How, you might ask, was this possible? Well, we were hosted by a husband wife (ex, actually) team of USAID workers. She is USAID Nica and he is USAID Iraq, but had a week of vacay. USAID is apparently made up of 50% Returned Peace Corps Volunteers (RPCV). But, the overall acceptance rate into USAID is all of 2%. However, worth looking into. Because that house was swank. And you move to a new post every 2 years. This weekend, though, after returning... not gonna lie, I´ve been depressed. Actually, I was just really annoyed with everyone and everything and generally ... read more


Photos of my last week of English classes at the Moropoto school. Preschool 1st/2nd multi grade 4th grade 3rd/5th multi grade 6th grade 7th/8th multi grade ... read more
4th
3rd
5th


Yup, more. Love wireless. So went around with the idea of photographing the women and their gardens... but kept getting sidetracked by all the kids who wanted photos taken. Then Lenin and i went to the town of Palacaguina to meet a bus coming from Wiwili where his father had sent 150 pounds of corn, several platanos, and some cuajada (cheese) and we had to pick it up and get it back to Somoto and then to Moropoto. Meanwhile, we played with the camera in the park. ... read more
teofilia and her flowers
her garden behind the house
baby!


Always have been a morning person. The day before yesterday I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Or, as they say in the Spanish, I woke up on my left foot. I alternately hated everything. I hated that the two boys in the house never haul water, and I hated waiting in line to haul water. I hated that Lenin got to drink coffee and eat breakfast while I drank coffee, watching the damn pump, so I would know when it was my turn to fill the buckets for my house, and I had to keep eating and then hauling and come back to eat. I hate the guilt when I don't help haul water. In general, I hate hauling effing water. Then Lenin and I took the puppies and went up to ... read more


9 November 2009 Monday 10:16 am The pictures in this blog are a motley bunch. First, there’s Coco, one of two seamstresses in Moropoto. She took in four pairs of pants of mine, as even the pants I bought here are too big. Now they fit again! She charged me less than $0.50 for each pair. She also hemmed some fabric Lenin and I bought for a sheet, and she made a pillowcase, too. The green material with the suns and moons is now what my sheets and pillow case look like. The next is of “aunt” Leo and her husband, Tono, the carpenter. Leo is the 1st/2nd grade teacher at the Moropoto School and Tono is a baseball player, farmer, and carpenter. He makes his own baseball bats, as well as shelves and doors and ... read more
tono and leo
leo and tono, teacher and carpenter
masacuate poisonous snake that ozman killed... curled up in the house...


3 November 2009 4pm Tuesday I am listening to my feliz navidad mix. Yes, I know it’s only November. I usually don’t start up the Christmas music until after Thanksgiving. However, I am so damn excited about being home for Christmas this year that I can’t help myself! So! Lenin and I went to Managua Sunday late afternoon and arrived after dark. Monday morning we had the tourist visa interview, which eventually took place at a counter with a visa agent behind the glass. So our number is called and Lenin passes his application and passport and the guy looks at me and is like, “So who are you?” I said I’m a Peace Corps Volunteer and his fiancée. The agent is like, “How long have you known each other?” and I say that, actually, I ... read more




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