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Last Week in Nicaragua Recap

That last week was a bit of a blur and a bunch of the stuff I did that week never made it to the web, so today I was feeling homesick, listening to music from Nicaragua and looking at pictures and I thought it really would be a shame if no one saw these.

In no particular order…

One of the beautiful folkloric dances that some of the elementary school girls performed at my going away party with the teachers. My original counterpart organized them and they practiced just for the occasion and everything. They looked beautiful and they made me cry.


Yes, that is a man in a coconut tree. He was climbing them to pull down coconuts and dead branches with no tools to speak of. He just climbed up there with bare feet and hands. I watched him go up and down about 3 teams. It was impressive.


The kids from my host family in the mango tree in front of the house. I miss that crazy bunch of kids.


Tereza at my going away party at Caballito’s Mar that last evening. We ate slightly unripe, stolen mango. Tereza is very proud of her spoils.


I had to go back to San Ramon one last time to take pictures because I realized I had basically none of that school. During recess while I was there, all the kids were outside playing and this one boy was being chased by all the girls. As soon as they’d lose interest he’d start pestering them all over again and the chase would pick up where it left off. He was never shy with me and I snapped this picture the last time I saw him and I love the look on his face. Just looking at his picture makes me happy.


I’m not going to tell you what’s weird about this house – you’ll just have to look at the picture for a while and figure it out.


My going away trip to Ojo de Agua. This is the kiosko where my friends were, and this is the big pool to the right.



This is the smaller pool where you can swing out into the water. I never did get brave enough to do that, but it sure was fun watching people all day.


Hanging out in front of the Zambrana pulperia never failed to produce funny pictures and many laughs. This is Maris Lysis playing her air guitar. I won her over for life with my chocolate chip banana pancakes.



And for everyone who’s asked me what a pulperia is, these two photos should help. The first one is Edubiga in the pulperia, and people walk up to the window and she serves them. The second photo is Norlan sitting inside the pulperia where the shelves of stuff are. They also had a fridge to the right with cold stuff, and those large buckets have rice, beans, sugar, and oil that they would sell based on weight and then placed in whatever container people brought with them.

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