More days of peeling oranges

2009 5 January

January 2nd

 

Nothing exciting here. Just the gym, cyber (can’t believe the Broncos lost), and went to Johanni’s house to peel oranges/do nothing with her and her family. I have been planning (rather passively) for my parents visit as well. So that has helped me pass the time a bit as well.

 

I also thought about the rather interesting things that have happened to me here that I wouldn’t be able to say if I never came to Nicaragua. Only in Peace Corps can I be taking a bucket shower and have a tarantula run into the shower. Only in Peace Corps do I find tiny scorpions running along my wall. Now that I think about it, I think the big difference is that there are huge bugs here, and in the States there just aren’t.

 

So there you go. Peace Corps in a nutshell – your life with big bugs (or insects and arachnids if anybody who reads this is an entymologist).

 

January 3rd

 

I continued my routine by running this morning, only to be pursued by several dogs in the middle of my run. Originally I wouldn’t be discouraged by this (I NEVER have dogs chasing me), but with 5 dogs chasing me (and being very threatening at that) after just a kilometre, I abandoned my morning jog.

 

The morning I spent watching movies (why not?) and heading to Johanni’s house during the afternoon for a bit.

 

January 4th

 

See all the excitement from above if you want an idea of how today went.

 

I watched the ball drop in Times Square on Univision (It was “live” apparently!). It was nice to be able to see the New Years celebration in Times Square this year, but this time at a time that was more agreeable with my sleep schedule – at 4 in the afternoon the ball dropped. If that’s not convenient, I don’t know what is. While watching the whole thing, it never really felt like 2009 until the ball dropped (even though it’s been 2009 for 4 days now).

 

I also talked to Jeff (my buddy I studied with in Prague and who went with me to South America in January) this afternoon because he sent me a brief (and vague) email saying, “I’m coming to Nicaragua!” So I called to verify this claim and find out more about it, and the plan is that he’s going to come April 4th – April 12th. Finally I’ll be reunited with my reckless counterpart again. Coincidentally, the week that he’s coming is Semana Santa here so I’ll have the entire week off (way to time it!). I’m looking forward to him coming (pretty much because I know it will be an experience (god knows what the experience will be this time – it’s always some kind of disaster).


Starving, Cookies and Benevolence?

2008 18 December

December 16th

Now with the desire not to sleep until 9 everyday (though after not sleeping in for 7 months, you’d think I’d want to), I’ve started a running routine. Given that my huge runs (10 km, or 6.25 miles) are on Thursday’s, I give myself a little break and run around half that every other day. The consensus is that waking up with a jog really is a great way to get the day started. I felt full of energy (even though I woke up at 5) and was in a good mood the entire day. I had an extra jump in my step that helped me get through the day (that in hindsight is awfully monotonous).

 

After my jog, I did my daily ritual of sitting on my porch eating oranges (yet another good way to start the day), and chatting with people as they came by. Then, I headed to the cyber and chatted it up with the guy who works there (incidentally, we’ve become buddies, and I hang out with him sometimes since nobody ever goes to the cyber in the mornings). I also got feedback for my work report from my bosses – I got a thumbs up on everything I’m doing and a praise for my work with the spelling bee. They said everybody in the community has said great things about me – so that’s good.

 

Once out of the cyber, I was starving (I attribute this to all the exercising). I was tired of my normal snack food (oranges, bananas, peanut butter), so I headed to the pulperia to throw some variety into my diet – wafer cookies. I remember that I loved eating those when I was a kid, and since I never eat sweets, I figured I could allot myself some wafer cookies – for a job well done. Yes, a job well done.

 

Wafer cookies cost 2 cordobas (10 cents) a pack, but if I buy the multipack, they are 1 cordoba. Being the economist I am, I refuse to pay high unit costs. So to get the most bang for my buck, I bought a pack of 12 (12 cordobas!). I definitely was not going to eat all 12, and didn’t want to keep them in my house (unhealthy), so I walked around town giving cookies to random people (the whole ‘don’t take candy from strangers’ mantra apparently doesn’t pertain to Nicaragua) and friends. On top of that I got all my vitamin D for the day (which was visible in the form of my burnt forearms).

 

I was totally bored after that, so I headed over to the shop where my English student Yordanka stays. Since she doesn’t have a job in Achuapa, she’s as bored as I am in the mornings, so I killed the morning with her chatting and whatnot. It also appeared that my benevolent (and not thrifty) mood had carried over, and I gave out bananas to anybody I knew that passed me. One of the recipients of my gifted bananas was the directora of the primary school, which elicited the following response:

 

“Oh my god, I’m going to remember this. This is probably the best day of my life if you’re giving me a banana. You’re probably the cheapest person on the planet so this is definitely one of the happiest days of my life.”

“Yea, I know, cherish this moment, it’s about as rare as meeting Jesus.”

 

During the afternoon I taught a couple English classes and took another jog (what else is there to do?). During this jog I was called a terrorist from a group of idiots that always ask me for money (I reply, “I don’t make enough to support your lazy lifestyle, get a job.”), I have some ideas of what I’m going to say to them the next time I see them, but I’m searching for something overly condescending to say to them.

 

Then for dinner with my counterpart, we had fish and crab soup. It was made in a way I’d never seen before – the fish and crabs were just thrown into the soup minus preparation. It still tasted good, though getting a spoonful of just the body of a crab (or is it a crawfish?) was kind of odd. Apparently I can catch tons of fish and crawfish in the river just to the north of Achuapa (the one that flows through Johanni’s farm). Fishing! That’d be a good hobby to pick up.

 

December 17th

Today in the gym, a bunch of little kids decided to join me while I was working out. I gave them a few pointers and learned that one of the little kids was named Richard – that’s something I can remember.

 

Aside from that morning activity, there was really nothing extremely notable to mention. I just gave another English class to Johanni and then hung out the rest of the afternoon before heading to my counterpart’s house for dinner. After dinner we watched Snakes on a Plane that had the best dubbing of Samuel L. Jackson that you could possibly have. It was like listening to him speaking in Spanish – as badass and pissed off as he is in English.

 


A boring weekend, another ET, and a motorcycle accident

2008 16 December

December 13th

 

Yordanka wanted to run with me this morning and after running 1 km she told me she felt like vomiting – so much for my morning jog. While I didn’t get much out of it, I bet I could count the running session as some kind of secondary project. I mean, I did teach her how to save energy, then ab and yoga exercises. I think I’ll report it as such – Peace Corps sure does love seeing reports; it’s a government organization after all.

 

Unfortunately the day didn’t get anymore interesting. The weekends are dull days.

 

December 14th

 

I woke this morning to a whining dog following a battle for territory (or something) – this whining turned out to be from my favourite neighbourhood dog Cual. He was mauled by the other neighbourhood dogs and was in pretty sorry shape when I saw him this morning.

 

The most exciting activity of the day was getting my knife sharpened. I then retired to my new favourite past time of peeling oranges on my porch. I’ve definitely got to be Achuapa’s #1 consumer of oranges by now.

 

I also got my bike lock stolen today – who the hell steals that?

 

December 15th

 

After heading to the gym today, I headed to the cyber for my tri-weekly update on the world. What I found in my inbox was yet another email to all the volunteers in my group from another volunteer who decided to Early Terminate her service. We’ve had so many people of the original 39 (in TEFL and SBD) leave that I’m starting to lose count. But with this last ET, we’ve lost 9 of the original 39. That’s almost 25% of our group! Nuts.

 

In addition to another ET, two of my friends got in a motorcycle accident on the road that goes to my school out in the campo. I didn’t see them, but apparently one of them, Agner (a guy who works in the bike shop) tore all the skin off his leg. So he was hospitalised in León last night. Who knows when he’ll be back. The other guy, Chico, just messed up his foot (they told me he had a “hole” in his foot, but I suppose that’s a relative definition since he’s not in the hospital. Apparently what happened was they were going full speed and hit a pig that wandered into the road. So yea – bummer for them.

 

On a more positive note, I’m getting better at teaching English classes. Now I’m doing “fill in the blanks” for song lyrics. But not just any song lyrics – songs I want to listen to. So while teaching English, I’m converting the town into indie music fanatics. Step by step. Next step, getting some of my favourite bands to play at the concert down here – maybe at the Achuapa International Music Festival!

 

As for the mail situation, it seems to be resolved (or will be shortly), so feel free to resume your sending of things (but god knows if it will arrive since I’ve received 1 of the 10 I was expecting).

 

Finally, I was talking with a friend about my friend about the apparently weakness of my group with so many people leaving, he responded:

 

“Either that, or Nicaragua is horrible and they are smarter than us.”

 

Probably not true. But it made me laugh anyway.

 


I lost December 4th, Getting shafted by the water company, Nolstalgia, and Losing more PCV´s

2008 9 December

December 5th

In the U.S. when something unjust happens, it’s accepted that people will go out on the street corner and bitch and moan until the head of the organization that did the shafting says, “O.K. guys, they caught us, let’s stop being the total asshats we were trying to be.” Here in Nicaragua, that isn’t the case – but it’s not going to stop me.

 

As I have mentioned many times before, water has been a huge issue in Achuapa, particularly in the last couple of weeks. They just installed a motor to give us water the whole day (at least that’s what they told us, which was a lie), and due to the power being knocked out by wind, we’ve been waterless and powerless for a huge majority of the time.

 

Well, we got our water bills the other day to find out that there was a new ‘minimum’ consumption that we would be charged for. I thought the fixed rate fee that everybody gets charged covered the minimum consumption, but I guess I miscalculated. The new minimum consumption is 16.5 ‘units’ (whatever the hell that is), and is 12.5 more ‘units’ that what I use. So, instead of paying 24 cordobas, I now pay 84 cordobas due to this new ‘minimum rate’ we all have to pay. But do we all have to pay it? After a few phone calls to many volunteers, I found out that no, we don’t all have to pay it. In fact, it appears that only people in Achuapa pay this new minimum fee. My huge problem with this minimum fee is that A – we had a minimum fee already, B – we never have any water anyway, and C – if I left every single faucet open so water drained for the entire month, I STILL wouldn’t used 16.5 ‘units’ of water. We never have water, but now we’re being charged a huge amount. Everybody is outraged. But I think I’m the most outraged.

 

The water company is engaged in thievery right now. That’s all I have to say.

 

Maybe I should start a march!

 

December 6th

With the whole having the government steal from me as well as everybody else in Achuapa being a thing of the past (so I keep telling myself), l kept myself relatively mentally and physically occupied for the most part. Some of my soon to be 4th year students have pen pals in Florida, so I did a bunch of translations for them so they could send responses. Additionally, today was the graduation for students at one of my institutes (though I didn’t go – I don’t know any of them, or so I thought), and I did some reading up on places to bring my parents to when they come next month. I also caught that Mel Gibson movies Apocalypso – it was nice to watch a movie with subtitles instead of watching horrible dubbing.

 

But that aside, I had one amazing high point of the day. A couple of days ago, I noticed that the fruit stand down the street now had watermelons. Being the glutton that I am, I bought an entire watermelon as opposed to buying a slice like everybody else in the town was doing. I’d wager that it was about 7-8 pounds for 30 cordobas (about $1.50 – I think I overpaid, but I don’t care).

 

Today, I really dove into that watermelon and ate roughly half of it. This unleashed a torrent of endorphins that quickly overtook my body, thus rendering me in a sort of euphoric state. It reminded me of summer (though it’s December and summertime here) where I’d have access to all those super great summery fruits like cantaloupe (in Spanish it’s ‘melon’ for those of you interested), honeydew, watermelon, etc. Totally gorging myself seemed to almost transport me to a sunny park out in Denver – I completely forgot I was standing in my kitchen in Achuapa.

 

Those are the kind of simple things you appreciate in Peace Corps. Simplicity never tasted so good.

 

December 7th

Since I forgot to write it 2 days ago when I finished it, here it is:

 

Mountains beyond Mountains – A. A book about a doctor devoted to improving conditions for the poor. Real good book that was pretty inspirational – it surprises you just how much one person can do.

 

Today was a normal day for me. Nothing too exciting happened – this stems from the fact that it was a weekend, but also because I live in the campo. That being said, I did my normal round of visits.

 

I have developed a new hobby though – peeling oranges, the Nicaraguan way. It’s a great way to pass time, act Nicaraguan, and people watch at the same time. So every day, I buy a handful of oranges (10 cents a piece no matter what size they are!), and sit in front of my house and peel oranges with a big huge knife. This way, I get to ‘adios’ passer-by’s, enjoy the weather, and eat tons of oranges to boot.

 

While I’m on the topic of food, I’ve been eating extremely healthy lately. I easily eat about 2 lb. of bananas, oranges, and watermelon (now that it’s in season) everyday, and I’ve started eating chicken livers frequently too (though it’s not my choice), which are loaded with vitamin A. All this combined with my new hardcore exercise routine, and I should be getting into mad good shape in a matter of no time (speaking of which, one of my counterparts says I’m fat because my shoulders are wide – ?????)

 

December 8th

Today, I was under the assumption that it was the “purísima”, but upon waking up and asking a couple people, I discovered that all the parties and fireworks that I slept through last night was in fact the “purísima.” Whoops. I guess I’ll just have to wait until next year.

 

On that note, I wasn’t really in the mood to sit in my house the entire day, so I hopped on the bike and did a couple rounds of the town visiting people before borrowing the key to the gym. I have access to the gym whenever I want, and I don’t even have to pay for it. I might ask if I can make a copy of the key so I can just stop borrowing it. After a couple of hours in the gym, and an hour on the yoga mat, I ate some lunch (first time I’ve had tuna fish in more than 7 months!).

 

On that note, it appears that I’ve fallen into a routine; when I went to buy my tortillas from the lady on the corner, she didn’t even ask how many I wanted, she just gave me how many I always ask for. She’s not the only one either – whenever I go to the fruit stand, the lady always asks me if I want 6 bananas or 3 oranges. I gotta start mixin’ things up.

 

I hung out with Edys (like the ice cream!) at his shop for a couple of hours during the afternoon. I also ran into Claudia and Kenis from the cooperativa while I was at Edys’ shop. The big thing during the summer time is swimming in the river in a part of the river that I’ve never seen before – and this is nothing new. I find myself asking people very frequently about the location of places. My town is only 4ish blocks by 4ish blocks, and I rarely travel outside of that square. I know there’s supposed to be a river some 100 meters to the north of the last street and a waterfall to the east of the town, but I have yet to see either. I should really go exploring with all this free time.

 

I helped a new ‘student’ with English today as well. So we started the whole assessment process for her so I can figure out where she struggles. She took off at 6 (after she left I realised that I have absolutely no idea what her name is), and I headed to my counterpart’s house for dinner. It was his 6 year anniversary with his wife (he’s 2 years older than I am), so they made a huge gigantic dinner of grilled meat, rice, tortillas, and the mountain of vegetables that I bought this morning. (Mom and Dad – we’re going to eat at their house when you come visit)

 

Comparatively, that was a pretty productive day.

 

Oh! A volunteer from the business group before me got medically separated yesterday. So while she’s not from my group, her loss brings the total number of SBD volunteers to around 28 I think. Each group started with 20 people. Nuts. Peace Corps kills you, well, at least small business volunteers.