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Old Fashioned home cooking
Anabell's sister inlaw prepares chicken soup over a fire. I want to give you a Photo Tour:
I stayed for a week with a friend of mine that I met on the bus ride from the Fabretto Office in Managua to the Education Center that Fabretto runs in San Isidrio. Her name is Anabell. She is a Fabretto becada who is studying to be a French teacher and she works at Fabretto in the mornings helping out. Mostly she just asked me a lot of questions about English. I forgot her name, like I always forget everyone else’s name. Then I saw her again on Friday in the office. This time, she wondered if it would be ok if she came to the place where I was staying in Managua to practice English and Spanish. Of course it was fine by me. And that’s what we did, and a beautiful friendship happened. I ended up moving to her house and then staying with her for about 10 days in San Isidrio.
A normal day would be waking up at 6:30, rushing to get ready for the 7:00 “recorrido” which would take us to the Fabretto Office. Hanging out there, then going to university, or going to teach English
Monkey of Death
Her is a photo of Janet's pet "mona" seconds before she almost killed me. OK, so the monkey ripped 2 hole in my skirt and scratched my leg. That's what I get for being too interested in a good picutre to realize that the monkey is NOT in a cage. or volunteer (She did the former, I did the latter). Then we’d get home around 6:00, make some rice and beans, sometimes chicken. Eat it with an avocado. We’d usually eat after it was dark. While the food was cooking we’d be dancing. I had many dance instructor, the most formal was Milady, who is a 16 year old professional dancer. She performs at the national theater. Also Lenor, Carolina and Janet taught me to dance. Well, now I can do some Folklore steps, the Cumbia, and a little bit of Palo de Mayo. I think I will never learn how to Salsa! I also know how to prepare the national dish, Gallo Pinto: Red Beans fried together with rice and onions. Oh, it is not just thrown together, there is a little trick - but it is still easy to make.
July 5, 2006
This time last year I was preparing the biggest pot of mac and cheese and the best flag cake that anyone had ever made. I went to celebrate the fourth with Molly at Tom’s house, and we watched the fireworks on the National Mall - complaining that our country couldn’t do any better
The Finca
A glimpse of the agricultural paradise that we farmed. The food produced here helps feed children lunches at the school. The Farm (finca) is right up the street from the school center. than the short and very forgettable fireworks show. Now the fourth has passed with out notice. I checked my computer calendar and saw that it is currently the 5th. Whoops. Happy belated birthday, America. This is the second time I have been out of the country on the fourth, and it’s ok. So, these days, instead of lighting sparklers and setting my neighbor’s roof on fire with bottle rockets I have been traveling throughout Nicaragua.
The roads have been beautiful, and the company good. I arrived at my house yesterday at 4:30 just in enough time to see that it is a dust trap. My colleagues helped me sweep and dust my house. I continued to work on rearranging the furniture and doing detail dusting in my room. Today I scrubbed the fridge, turned it on, and started to weed my garden-to-be out front. I think I will get in the habit of going to sleep early and waking up early. I don’t want to be outside at night really. There is nothing really for me to do here. I want to meet new people, but I have yet to spend more than 2 hours in the Oratorio (the
Working on the finca
A team of 15 students, profs and volunteers cleared this land durning vacation week. We planted carrots here. San Isidrio Center). Today I made friends with my neighbor from across the street. She is going to bring my clothing to work with her so that her friends can wash it. She is charging me 20 pesos for 12 pieces. That is about right. I think someone told me 17 per 12 pieces. Either way, that is like $1.25 for someone to wash and fold my clothes. Good deal to me, because it takes forever for me to do. My neighbors across the street also have kids who are 14 and 12. The 12 year old has a lot of friends who play soccer till 2am. Hahaha. How awesome. I met all the young boys of the neighborhood when I was weeding my garden and they came out to help me/speak English/figure out who I am. Speaking of which, I better plant my yerbabuena (mint) and chicory (cilantro) plants before they die.
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