I have titled this post thusly in due respect for this number one hit pop song here in Nicaragua. We had it blasting in our ears as we rode in one of those bicycle rickshaws to our hostel for this weekend.
I can't say I've ever stayed in a hostel so this is quite interesting. Everyone here is either Australian, Canadian or American, as best as I can tell, though I am sure by the end of the night we will all be much better acquainted. It is almost strange to hear other people speaking English so consistently and without fail. I can't imagine what it will be like when I get back to Canada and I will understand all of what is being said. Honestly at the moment I can't say I enjoy being surrounded by English speakers....an I just weird like that or what? I enjoy the challenge of trying to understand what's going on and trying to piece together poco a poco and participate in my environment with what limited capacity I can.
Our plan for the weekend is volcano boarding on Cerro Negro and then a tour of this university-city with some of the oldest buildings in Nica. And then on Sunday we get to trek back to the nation's capital and back home to Granada in time for one of our staff's son's first birthday! Which should be quite the experience, considering it is a real Nica party and we will be on our own for communication. LOVE IT!
I shall post as the weekend goes and as the wifi allows. Because sometimes you have to push the boundaries of what you know and spend the ride with the wind in your face watching volcanos roll by.
dftba
-k
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