At the beginning of May we had an in-service
training (IST) with our counterpart teachers. It marked a year in country for us, so the training also
served as a bit of a retreat in a nice hotel… nice for most of us. The six of us guys ended up getting kicked
out of our super big room to make room for counterparts and then crammed into
what must have been the smallest room on the compound. We took it like champs though. We’re PCVs. We take whatever is thrown
at us in stride.
After the IST, most of us stuck around in
Esteli and spent the weekend hanging out.
My buddy Gonzalo came down again and we did some exploration of two new
sites that have some potential for tours.
La Estanzuela is a waterfall just outside of the city that many people
already visit, but we threw in the added adventure of rappelling down the
waterfall. Who doesn’t want to do
that?? The next day we explored
another “canyon” off the Panamerican in between Esteli and Somoto called Cañón
Cucamonga. It was pretty fun to
scramble over large boulders and end up and a sheer cliff face. In the rainy season it is most likely a
waterfall, but at the time we visited it was still pretty dry.
The rest of May flew by. I went to Managua a few times for
charlas with the new group, but I didn’t take any pics (sorry).
The big news recently is that I’m
moving! I signed a lease and got
the key to my new apartment yesterday and am super excited about having my own
place. I love my host family here,
but it has been different living with a family again after living with
roommates or alone for several years.
I have never really felt like it has been “my” space. More like I’ve been using the space of
my family. I’m excited to have my
own space. I think it will be
great for my mental health during second year of service.
Things I won’t miss from my current housing
arrangement:
The number of animals in my backyard. I told Maria recently that it was like
an animal chorus in the morning.
She just laughed and said “Oh Aaron…” Chico’s response was “It’s a good
alarm clock right?” Whenever I
call someone from home they usually ask, “Where in the world are you???” because
one of the several roosters is crowing in the background.
Sebu, the “family” dog. Technically, he belongs to my host
brother, but my family takes care of him.
The dog has lived his life chained to a tree stump and has no idea how
to react to people coming near him.
He and I get along, but I won’t miss him barking incessantly. Especially at 5am.
The new turkey. My host brother apparently decided that buying a turkey was
a good idea, so he went for it and then threw it in with the other chickens
that the family has. As with the
roosters, the turkey does not make an endearing “gobble gobble” before quietly
going away. It makes noise all
day. Also starting at 5am.
If you’ve noticed, there’s a trend. 5am. The world wakes at 5am.
Things I will miss from my current housing
arrangement:
My host mom, Maria. She’s hilarious and laughs at my stupid jokes in
Spanish. Here’s a video of her
making tortillas one day. For
those of you who speak Spanish, sorry my math skills are terrible in Spanish.
My host dad, Francisco, or Chico. He loves
this shirt, especially once I told him what “Old Fart” meant. He walks around now usually saying
something that sounds like “Ode Fart” when he’s wearing the shirt. He thought it was hilarious and lives
up to the part. He has been a
great host dad for the last year and we have spent hours talking about
everything from coffee prices to the ridiculousness of some beauty pageant that
I had to sit through at the high school.
Exposing my host family to new foods. I’ve made cookies, hummus, pita, banana
bread, tacos, nachos, pizza, and a few other things. Each time I’ve let them
try a bit of what I’ve made. It’s
fascinating enough to see a male cooking, let alone trying the food he makes. So it has always been enjoyable to see
their reactions to what I’ve made.
Usually it ends with, “You’re very inventive, Aaron.” I just kind of go with it, even though
I know that the things I’ve made are pretty common place in other areas of the
world.
Luckily, Somoto is not that big, and I’m
moving just over a block away from where I currently live, so I can always
still stop by and shout “BUENAS” the
window and then sit down for a visit.
It’s a very Nica thing to do to just stop by for a chat, maybe a cup of
coffee or glass of juice, and then be on my way. I’m also glad that they seem to understand my reasoning for
moving (basically I just want some more space). When I told them they were very supportive, so that either
means they really do understand or were getting tired of me being in the house
as well. I’m hoping for the former
over the latter. ;)
Mid-service:
My group and I passed the one year in country
mark on May 9th, which means we are right in the middle of the 11-15 month
phase of the mid-service crisis. I
certainly feel it, and I know from talking to several friends that they are
feeling it too. Progress seems
slow and seeing any kind of results from our efforts is scarce. It is easy to become discouraged and apathetic
about the whole idea of international development.
According to a handy “Lifecycle of the PCV”
handout that Peace Corps gives us, we can expect: impatience with self,
program, and system; place blame on the program; lethargy; doubt about program
role, self, and government; disillusionment and confusion in resolving
frustrations versus victories. In
other words, a lot of wondering, “What’s the point?”
That’s kind of the latest on how things are
going mentally/emotionally. In a
word: frustrated. It’ll get
better. Or I keep telling myself
that. I’m realizing that I only
have a year left, and I’m doing my best to keep going with the projects I have
and not get discouraged about the projects that have fizzled in recently
months. I’m at the mid point of
service. It’s all downhill (or
uphill?) from here…. So poco a poco
things keep moving.
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