sunny esteli morning

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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 check on the bean harvest and pick some green beans. That was the best part of the day.

But we got back, and we were hungry.... and it all just went downhill. I hated everyone and wanted to cry.

So yesterday I woke up, packed some stuff, and took off on the 6:30 bus to Esteli.

And this morning has been awesome! Hot shower! Friday green market where I can buy fresh produce and tamales and homemade yogurt! Free internet at the office! Rosquettis and coffee!

I dream of food. Of how I want to deal with food in my life. Of how my ideas of food have changed in the past couple of years. I am very excited for Christmas vacation and gorging myself on holiday food. That's a given.

But I dream of how things will go the next time I'm living at my parent's in the middle of Missourah. I am excited to cook and bake. To start our own garden and not have to worry about a rainy season or ants from the jungles of Cental America. I am excited to learn to cook well. To find fresh locally grown produce. To visit farmers markets. To not buy my food at WalMart but at the independent grocery stores that are trying to make it without going broke. I want local Missourah wine and to visit wineries and breweries. I am excited to bake. To experiement. And I am excited because Lenin has found out that he likes to cook and he and my dad can compare recipes, since my father now cuts recipes from teh paper and magazines and is forever trying out something new. I am excited to live on the farm, work my ass off, pay my student loans, have beautiful mixed babies, and open my own business.

I'm a morning person.

Everything looks brighter in the morning, and after a couple of cups of coffee, I am generally ready to go. It's about midmorning that I am ready to crash. Until dusk, when I come alive again.

Now I am trying to upload photos, rather unsuccessfully, and then I will got the bank and go buy chocolate and dog food and toenail polish... and call abeyta and catch a bus to my Peace Corps home in the MoPo.

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Comments

[Ben Chavez]

a food person
I like your blog particularly this entry because you talk about food . Myself being a food person and a big fan of farmers market; Ah and a collector of cook books as well, I do understand you. Sorry about the water problem your community has happy holidays

[Mom]

Ah HA!!!
Oh, Baby!!!! Believe me!! *I* am just as eager for you to come home and TAKE the kitchen and learn wonderous things! PLUS,....you'll need to brush up on the proper washing of the dishes with soap and running (HOT) water and a sink that actually drains ITSELF!! Come on up and just ENJOY!! Ha Ha! Seriously, it will be so much fun! Can hardly wait to share my kitchen with both of you! LOVE YOU!