Since last I wrote, I've learned the present tense conjugations of Spanish verbs, the basic steps to the salsa, seen where my volunteer placement will be (Carita Feliz--- literally "happy face") and had the chance to drink the cheapest beer around (toña) and the nectar of the gods in the fresh fruit juices we have at just about every meal. My favourite so far has to be the grenadilla and naranja (orange).
One of our orientation managers Luis gave us salsa and meringue lessons on Saturday night before we went out. You could probably accurately say I was living my dream right then and there. I would feel accomplished bringing just that back to Canada....except that was only the first day. Who knows what else I will apreno in these next semanas. Twirling and swirling and spinning and stepping and sweating. I don't think I've ever sweat so much in my life as I have in these last treize dias. ME GUSTA TODOS!
Our room is this open to the world balcony adventure, so we are woken up with the birds when the sun rises, which it does without fail at 5am every day. I don't mind this early start, even though about half the time I go back to sleep for an hour or so. It feels so much more natural to hear the birds and feel the sunshine on the other side of my eyelids for a wake up call than having to be rudely interrupted by alarm clocks. Likely once we all get started at our placements I imagine we will need a little more firm encouragement to get up as early as we'll need to after our long day before. I will be rising at like 6, leaving at 6:30 in order to walk to Carita Feliz for 7, but that's nothing compared to the 5:30 start and hour long bus ride Becky, Alan and Alicia will take everyday in the month of junio. Which is, after all, why we are here.
We spent domingo napping around the pool and ended the evening watching Gran Torino with Spanish subtitles and enjoying some Nica pizza. Earlier thy day we were given the low-down on all the cool things to do and see in this country, so we will be planning those weekend trips soon. Our first one is going to be Ometepe Island this weekend--volcanoes and lakes and fresh fish and beaches and exploring on what was once a set for Survivor. Which just tickles the fancy right out of me-- Survivor....really? On an island on a lake IN Nicaragua. Wow. I know about two thirds of North America seem to believe Nica is in Africa, but Ometepe is not *that* remote. At any rate, I will certainly report on my adventures there. I can't wait for the weekend trips to come, especially as my base of español continues to grow.....er, rather, begins to grow.
I do believe some bargaining lessons are on the agenda today, with language class in the morning as per always. We will get to meet all the important people at our placements next Monday, which will be just a small taste of the bombardment of children I will navigate in junio. :D
When it rains here, as it has the past two nights/early mornings, the streets
literally embody the smell of damp, though it never lasts long. Last night we watched a street kid make a palm frond heart and a palm frond grasshopper. He was wearing a Pokemon shirt and smiled with really bright teeth. Going out is always interesting because you always get swarmed by peddlers young and old trying to take advantage of the tourists easy pockets and guilty hearts. No gracias, no gracias, look away.
Hasta luego!
dftba
-k
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