Saturday, September 13, 2014

Dear Diary...

Dear Diary - 
Well, we're at mid-September and we still haven't gotten very much rain at all, at least not by tropical rain forest standards.  Our friends here rely on this, the so-called rainy season, to grow some of their most important foods needed to get them through the rest of the year, namely rice and plantains.  Rice, especially, takes a lot of water. Planting and harvesting it is back breaking work, all done by hand.  Families pull kids out of school to help with the in and out - it's that important.

They usually plant rice in May or early June, but we had virtually no rain in either of those months.  Or July.  And just a little in August.  Folks waited as long as they could before planting, hoping the rain would start.  Here we are in September and we've had some good downpours but not nearly enough for the crops.  This region is in the third year of drought conditions.  We're told this has been the worst year yet.  This article from July talks more about just how bad things are getting here.

People in our village grow rice that is meant to last them for a good part of the year.  Many other crops are in short supply, too.  For example, beans are a primary source of protein for many folks and are currently in extremely short supply.  Much of the bean harvest was lost due to a lack of rain.  None of the pulperias have beans, not does the 'WalMart'.  We are fortunate to have some very dear friends who have hooked us up with a pound here and a pound there, but even those sources have not been able to help us out, which is perfectly understandable.  We're close friends with many people, yes, but when it gets down to it, families need to eat and us gringos will make due with whatever we can find.

Food security is so lacking right now that the government recently issued a statement suggesting that people could start raising iguanas for food and for their skins.  We have friends here who hunt and eat iguana - they said it taste like - yes - chicken.  Except sweeter.  

We're keeping our fingers crossed for our friends, that they get the harvest they need to see them through.  (And that out 'pet' iguanas can keep dodging the slingshots wielded by the locals on their night hunts.)

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Dear Diary - 
We had a very fun day today!  Two of our adult beginner students, Heydy and Marbeli, came to the house to teach us how to make tortillas!  Haha!  We usually buy tortillas from Heydy.  For 20 cordobas (.80US), she delivers ten fresh, still warm circles of perfection right to the house.  She agreed to teach us how to make them but only if we promised to still buy them from her occasionally.  

It was a great time and I think they both enjoyed being the profesores for a change.  Marbeli and Heydy had some good laughs watching us work, believe me!


Although you can't see her face, you can tell that Heydy has a huge smile on her face!
It's all in the wrist… I think.
Amoeba is a shape!

Hey, is that Sean Connery's face in my tortilla?
We made corn tortillas and they were delicious.  Heydy brought her special cast iron hot plate to cook them on.  And, man, is she fast!  I timed her and she made a perfectly round tortilla in 22 seconds!  Then she had Bex! and I race to see who could make one fastest and who made the best one.  Both of our instructors decided Bex! won.  I think I got the shaft cuz I'm a dude, but whatever.


This was one of mine, I bet.  No?  Maybe.  Still no?  Okay, it's likely one of Heydy's.
Of the two, Heydy is the tortilla maker.  Marbeli says she can't make them very well, so she was the head cook for the day.  In addition to supplying us with tortillas, Heydy makes them for a restaurant or two in the village.  Yeah, she's that good.


Marbeli, tending the stove.
One super cool trick they showed us was how to make them flaky.  You put them on the fire, cook one side until it looks like the one in the picture above.  Then you flip it and do the same for the second side.  Then you flip it back over and press down on it hard with a cloth - we used a handkerchief.  Press and hold for 2-3 seconds, then release.  They poof up, filling with steam.  Not sure about the physics of it.  Perhaps the moisture in the masa is compressed, then when it's released the moisture turns to steam causing the puff.  Point is, when you tear one open it's flaky and has a pita-like pocket in it.  She told us that not everyone does this extra step.  We are very glad she shared this tip with us!


One for Bex!, one for me, one for Heydy, one for me, one for Marbeli, one for me...



After we made and cooked all the tortillas, our teachers diced up tomatoes, onions, peppers  for a sofrito, the veggies sautéed and cooked down into a paste.  We reheated some frijoles we had prepared, then we all sat down out on the porch for a most excellent feast with our instructors. We were joined by Heydy's niece, Mayerly, who conveniently showed up after the work and just in time to eat.  Just like a high schooler in the states.

After food… it was corn hole time.  Marbeli, Mayerly, and Heydy caught on right away and quickly issued a challenge - Nicaragua vs. USA.  Game on!  I think we beat them - home court advantage, probably.  We switched up teams and played for quite a while.  They had fun and even got into trash talking a little!  It was a great afternoon!





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Dear Diary - 

Making tortillas is hard!  We've made them a few times since Heydy and Marbeli showed us how.  It's tough to get the masa mixed just right and the technique to get them round is just something that we'll have to continue to practice.  Bex! has the sofrito down and it's wonderful.  And I will say that fresh tortillas are still delicious, even if they're shaped like a pear or a football.  Or Africa or Antarctica.  Or Kansas.

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Dear Diary - 
Remember in the previous blog post, I wrote about how we've been having some attendance issues in a couple of classes?  Well, one class has actually seen attendance double!!  I've shared before that we teach a class at our friend's house, just a few hundred meters north of us.  The Lorio's are a wonderful family and have been so kind to us, sharing mangos, avocados, and fish with us.  Recently, they shared their bounty of corn on the cob, boiled and wrapped in banana leaves!!  Luis's wife, Rosibela, also gave us some wirila (pronounced 'wee-ree-la') which is best described as a cross between cornbread and pound cake.  

Luis comes to the class, along with his daughter Maria.  His two sons, Noldan and Yasir, attend our classes as well.  Noldan is the most consistent attendee at our intermediate level class and Yasir is always at our high school sessions.  The class we hold at Case de Lorio's has been holding steady at 5-6 students.  In addition to Luis and Maria, we have a handful of kids, ages 8 to 11.  But in the past couple of weeks, we've welcomed 5-6 newbies.  It's awesome and such a fun group to teach.  Yes, it can be challenging, integrating brand new students into a mix of people we've been teaching for seven months.  But the 'vets' have been really good about helping the new kids get up to speed.  They help them during class and with the frequent homework assignments we hand out.

Here are a bunch of pics of this great class!



Our good friend, Luis!
Luis built this table and the benches, just so we could hold classes here.  The table top is one piece, hand cut from a single very large tree. 
Oldemar (w/ his baby sister) and Sheyla.  In the back is Luis' youngest, Ariana 
Maria (Luis' daughter) and Edwin 
Anjelo and Edrian
Tres Mosqueteros!  Deymar, Ricardo y Donaldo
(Note: Donaldo must be part Volke, what with the bunny ears and all)
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Dear diary - 
Very sad day on the island.  A young boy was killed when he fell from the back of a truck.  El Presidente had declared a special day to celebrate education and schools.  There were events in all the major towns.  The government provided funds to each village/town to bus kids and families to the nearest event for the speeches, music, etc.  On Ometepe, the event was held in Altagracia.  Because the road on most of the Maderas end of our island is so bad, they couldn't get a bus to the village of Tichana (south of Merida, where we live).  Instead, they had big flatbed trucks to transport the folks.    

The driver had trouble getting up a hill, the truck lurched and the young man, only 13 years old, fell out.  The truck then rolled backward over him, as the driver was trying to grab a gear or hit the brakes or who knows.  We were told the teenager was a shining star in the village, one of the brightest students in the school.

Very sad.  Hug your loved ones.

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Dear Diary -
We needed some basic supplies (printer paper, wine, peanut butter, a few spices, rice, etc.) so decided to make a day trip to Moyogalpa on a Saturday.  We got up super early and caught the 5:30 AM bus.  And this time we actually made sure we were out on the road on time!  LOL!  We had contacted our taxi driver friend, Miguel, to arrange a ride back, a taxi being much easier than the bus since we would be laden with bags o' stuff.  We told him we would be ready to come back around 1 PM.  

The early bus is a little different than the 8:30 run.  The 5:30 bus only goes to Altagracia, so we got there about 6:45-ish and chilled out in the parque central, watching the produce vendors set up their stalls for the days trade.  We were pleasantly surprised when Wilfredo, one of our new students in the Working English class, walked up to us and said 'Good morning!'.  He was in Altagracia for a class - takes the early bus every Saturday to attend school from 8 to noon.  Very dedicated guy.  

After a short wait, the bus headed for Moyogalpa rolled up and we were on our way.  As much as we've written about 'Nica time' and how people don't have the obsession with time that we do, we've always managed to have pretty damn good connections on our travels.  

Knock.  On.  Wood.

We've mentioned The Cornerhouse MANY times in this blog - it's our favorite place to eat in Moyogalpa, mostly because of the fresh-baked bread.  To be fair, we struck gold with this place right away and haven't tried any other restaurants!!  Shame on us, right, Diary?!  Today was extra cool because we were in town early for breakfast at The Cornerhouse.  And you know I love me some breakfast!  I had a wonderful fluffy omelette with tomatoes, peppers and cheese.  It was served with potatoes and toast.  Coffee and a calala juice rounded out the meal.  Fantastic!  I think Bex! had an omelette, too, but I was distracted by my food.

After breakfast, we ran our errands - ATM for cordobas; pharmacy for anti-itch bug bite cream; liberia for printer paper and whiteboard markers; and the Mini-Super for groceries we can't find in Merida.  All of these places are within a few blocks of each other, so we found ourselves finished with our shopping much earlier than anticipated.  Bex! called Miguel and he was, thankfully, able to pick us up early to bring us home.  In fact, we were unloading on our porch before noon!!  Awesome!

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Dear Diary - 
I took this picture on our trip to Moyogalpa:



It says 'Without mosquitos there is no dengue or chikungunya.  Destroy breeding 
grounds.  Live healthy.  Live clean.  Live nice.  Live well.'

Remember, Diary, last year around this time, dengue fever was rampant.  In fact, when we arrived in Nicaragua at the start of this crazy adventure in late October 2013, the hospitals were full of people with dengue.  Honduras, Guatemala, Nicaragua and parts of Costa Rica had declared an epidemic.  

Dengue fever is also called 'break bone fever' because it makes your joints feel like they are broken.  Fever, a measles-like rash and headache are included in this mosquito-spread viral package deal!  The new-to-this-part-of-the-world fever, chikungunya, is also spread by day-time biting mosquitos.  Chikungunya translates roughly to 'that which bends up', a reference to how it makes the joints hurt so bad that curling up in the fetal position is somewhat more comfortable.  The symptoms are similar to dengue, except the severe joint pain can last for months or even years.  No bueno.

Wish us luck!

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Dear Diary - 
Hooray for Oregon!  For the 8th year in a row, a group of veterinarian students from Oregon State University arrived to spend 10 days in the community, offering free checkups and care for the animals in the village.  It's been a great program!  The group of 23 advisors and students perform minor surgeries in the makeshift clinic, which is actually the hotel's shop and maintenance shed transformed into a M*A*S*H unit for animals.  The people we talked with said it was a unique, challenging and rewarding experience, working in these primitive conditions - but they all had a blast.  In fact, many of them have made the trip in years past.  

D'oh!  They had six bags confiscated at customs in Managua.  The bags contained a variety of medicines, one of their microscopes as well as other vet related supplies and some personal stuff belonging to members of the group.  A constant stream of phone calls to the customs officials got nowhere, so arrangements were made that if the bags are EVER released, the items will be donated to local veterinarians here in Nicaragua.  

The group of vets offered people free advice and information, as well as coloring sheets and crayons for the kids.  It was great having visitors from our home state!  We met a lot of amazing, caring people and they were wonderful to everyone, animals and humans.  Although they didn't neuter any humans, so maybe they were better to the latter group.  Haha!

Go, Beavs!!

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Dear Diary - 
My wife is so great!  We did a lesson with the OBS first graders on clothing.  So, we brought in some of our own clothes to show as examples.  Plus we had a cool coloring worksheet for the kids.  The best part for the kids - and me - was watching Bex! put on ALL the clothes as I wrote them on the board!!!  Ha!  


She is wearing: a scarf, a t-shirt, a button up long sleeve shirt, a hat, a skirt, shorts, a jacket - and still had a pair of pants to put on.  These went on over her regular clothes AND we live in the tropics, remember!!
The most entertaining part, though, was when Bex! walked (waddled?) around the class to check on the kids' worksheets!  They couldn't stop giggling at her!  Before she melted away, she removed the clothes.  We had the kids call out the name of each piece of clothing before she removed it!

Jasmina and Daren
Kenneth!!
Itzel, Adrian and Gretel
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Dear Diary - 
Yikes!  We got word that our friend, Alvaro, was in a really bad car accident near Managua today.  He is the owner of Hacienda Merida and, together with his wife, Esther, started the Ometepe Bilingual School.  He was with a lady who had been helping him write a proposal for a sustainability award for the school.  They were on their way back to Managua when they got t-boned by a semi-truck!!  News here is hard to get but what we've heard thus far is that Alvaro has a messed up hip and leg, as well as being beat up and bruised.  He had surgery on the hip and leg (not sure if he had broken bones or what, exactly).  The lady was not as 'lucky'.  She will live but it took an hour and a half to cut her out of the car and she lost her leg in the process.

Alvaro is recuperating at a friends house near Granada and we're told he will be back in Merida sometime next week to continue his rehab.  We're very happy that he will be okay!!!  Best wishes for a speedy recovery!

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Dear Diary - 
We welcomed two new volunteers to the island!  Jamie and Nicole are from Toronto, Canada and will be with us for four weeks!  Horatio came to the house to let us know they had arrived so we walked over to meet them and give them the tour of the school and the facilities.  We spent Monday with them, introducing them to the kindergartner and first grade kids.  In the kindergarten class, we did a weaving project, teaching the kids colors and the words 'over' and 'under'.


Our volunteer, Nicole.  Esneider is obviously not yet sure what he thinks of her.
Volunteer Jamie helping out! 
Profesora Rebecca staples finished weavings!
Jaqueline and Cristel
A very proud Jonathon

Weslin, showing off his work
Jaqueline!
Franklin and K2 (Kindergarten Kenneth) 
Moises! 
The kid who must eat batteries because he has endless energy - Saul!
We had dinner Monday evening with Nicole and Jamie and they said they were good to go it alone.  One week in, they both said they are loving it!  By the smiles and hugs we've seen the kids give them, I'd say the feelings are mutual!  We love our OBS kids but it's nice having short term volunteers here.  It lightens our load and gives the kids English every day.  It also provides exposure to different accents and voices, which helps the children learn the language better.  

PS - Dear Diary - 
Reminder to ask Nicole and Jamie if they've ever partied with this guy!

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Dear Diary - 
The second round of mango came and went.  We are being gifted mangos from many people in the village!  This variety is called mango de rosa and a little sweeter than the others.  They are dee-lish, Diary!  Of all the mango trees on our property, only a couple of them are of this variety.  Just like before, the cows love them, even when they are not ripe.  In fact, they like them so much, they even stick their heads through barbed wire for hand feeding!

Mooooo-re mangos, please!
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Dear Diary -
I am sooo stoo-pid!  We biked south along the crappy road to go to Finca Mistica for lunch.  They bake bread there and have really good food, so even though it's a little ways away, it's worth it!!  But like almost every other time I get on a bike on a bad road, I fall off and get hurt!

Yoinks.
 It's healing nicely, BTW.  You see the scar tissue on the left, above the fresh wound?  Yeah, that's from my memorable attempt at HtC a few years back.  

Diary, I should just stay indoors, huh?  LOL!

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Dear Diary - 
We run into our students all over this small village, naturally.  And I've written and posted pics of them hanging out at Margarita's bar to watch cartoons.  Well, we were having lunch at Margarita's and these three OBS first graders were there, goofing around!

Kenneth, Jesner, Dilan
Always fun to see these little dudes!

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Dear Diary - 
Well, that is everything up to… right… NOW!  Consider our diary entries all caught up!!!





Sunday, September 7, 2014

Daily Life Stuff Since the Border Run

This will be another 'this and that' post, catching y'all up on all the happenings, both exciting and mundane, of our lives here in the jungle.

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Let's start things off with a very large bug!


This cute little fella is about an inch or so long.  The picture doesn't do justice to how iridescent green it is!
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In this post we mentioned that we couldn't buy paper in Rivas the day we returned from our border run.  All stores were closed due to a national holiday.  That holiday was Liberation Day, celebrating that July 19th in 1979 when the Sandinista's ousted the Samoza regime and came to power.  Just like any country anywhere, the celebratory day is marked with speeches, beer, parades, beer, fireworks, beer, flag waving, beer, festive dinners, and of course beer.

We weren't sure how the chicken bus relay paper delivery would go.  We'd never had a cause to test it out.  Sunday evening and Monday morning, we were using up the last of our stock, rather nervously - even printing some worksheets onto colored paper.  We had no idea if or when we'd get paper again.  But, lo and behold, four reams were delivered Monday evening!  Um, wow.

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When we got back, we discovered that our router had died in our absence.  Que lastima.  This little black box was our link to the outside world, by golly.  For example, YOU!!  While we could get by without the internet, it would make our lives much more complicated and boring.  We use the innerwebs a lot for lesson planning, for starters.  Plus we keep in touch on Facebook and email, sending out blog posts, and are able to unwind and occupy our down time with silly games and other distractions.  Ugh! 

Enter MacGuyver.  Or my wife playing like Richard Dean Anderson, anyway.  She figured out a super smart short term solution.  The router was dead, yes, but the signal via the ethernet cable was still good.  She realized that by plugging the cable directly into one of our laptops, then turning on Apple's 'internet sharing' toggles, allowing all Apple devices to communicate with one another, we were back in business.  

The cable company, Alfa, is located in Managua so we had no dreams that they would send a tech out anytime soon.  (Note:  'Alfa' is Spanish for 'Comcast')  We were quite pleased that they had someone out about ten days later.  Turns out the power cord and AC adapter brick were bad.  So he just replaced that and everything was all good.  Like most people we encounter, when we told him we were English teachers, he wanted to practice with us.  Pretty cool stuff. 

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This shot was taken at night - the flash lit it up pretty well.  Seems chickens, when not provided with a proper coop, will roost up in the branches.  In this shrub there were about a dozen settling in for the night.
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Also on the tech side of things…  The Sunday of our return was for lesson planning, getting organized for classes starting the next day, printing copies of worksheets, etc.  I fired up the  ol' HP Ink Advantage 2515 to make copies of a sheet for one of my Monday classes, lifted the lid to place the original on the glass - and recoiled in Stephen King-like horror.

There were approximately a gajillion ants that had taken up residency inside our printer.  To make it even more horrifying, almost the entire visible area under the glass platen was covered in eggs the little bastards had laid, with ants scurrying all over them.  Yeah, it was as disgusting as it sounds.  We found ourselves yet again dismantling the printer, this time taking it pretty much as apart as we dared, removing screws with HP-factory specialized screwheads.  Using my Leatherman and the Specialized bike multitool we had brought, we were able to get it dismantled enough to shake all the ants and eggs out.

The question now was if it would work after we reassembled it?  Crossing our fingers, we carefully pieced it back together and hooked it up.  Whew!  It worked!  Big relief!  The router issue was one thing but not having a printer would be more suckier.  A career in 'emergency office equipment field repair' may be a viable option upon our return to the states.

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We also finally modernized the storage solutions for our tech things.  Only being here for a year, being frugal unpaid volunteers, and having had a ton of trouble getting a shelf built and delivered when we first arrived, we have long housed our printer and router on an old cardboard box.  Not classy, rather ghetto, but it got the job done.  Sort of.  It was a bit shaky and there was nowhere to put the laptop when we hooked up to print.  We finally bit the bullet, so to speak, and commissioned a shelf to be built by our friend and local master craftsman, Hamilton.


It's looking all official up in here.
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After I taught our morning beginners, Maria and Crisna asked Bex! for help translating some homework they had from their secondary school English class.
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We got back in the saddle, kicking off our third semester of teaching here.  Man, time flies!  It was great to see all of our students again.  Like us, they were eager to get back at it.  We also started spreading the word about a new class we decided to launch.  Before the visa renewal trip, we had been approached by several people asking about a class geared specifically toward those who work in the service industry - hotels, restaurants, pulperias, guiding, etc.  We had tried something similar to this in the beginning, a class for the parents of the OBS kids.  That class didn't catch on, so we dropped it.  

After much discussion while on our trip in Costa Rica, we figured we'd give this new class a shot.  It's more work for our already busy schedule but we came here to teach, so teach we will.  If the students will show up, so will we.  We visited all the restaurants in the village, 6-7 total, plus dropped flyers at the pulperias and anywhere else we thought potential students might hear about this new offering.  It was a week of eating a lot of meals out, which is okay, even though cooking at home is great, too.

It's always so hard to get a feel for what 'yes' means here.  We've written before about how everyone always says yes even if they know they won't make it to the party, the class, the meeting.  Again, we never feel like it's malicious.  It's more that the locals don't want to hurt our feelings and so think that telling us to our face they'll come to the new class will make us feel good.  And to be fair, life here is way different than back home.  For example, when it's time to plant or harvest, there ain't no one coming to class.  Parents pull kids out of school because it's an all hands on deck situation.  Even the primary age kids - 7, 8, 9 year olds - are expected to help.  The other thing we've experienced here is that people can be complacent.  Since we're here for a full a year, we get the sense that people think it's okay if they miss a class because, hell, 'the teachers are here for a really long time'.  If they miss this class, they'll just go to the next one.

Our hope was that at least half the affirmatives we were getting would end up being butts in the seats.  Since this is a 'catch up' post, I'll jump forward to the present:  I am happy to report that we now have thirteen brand new adult students who are very excited and grateful that we are offering this new class!  Remember, this is a small community.  To have 13 new students is incredible.  We are quite ecstatic about this!!

We call the class 'Working English'.  Part of the reason for the great turnout is the way we set up the schedule.  Many people in the service industry work a schedule like this example:
Monday  6 AM - 2 PM
Tuesday 2 PM - close
Wednesday 6 AM - 2 PM
Thursday  2 PM - close
etc.

We hold the class at 3:30 in the afternoon, right here at Playa Gringo, on our porch.  We cover two topics each week,  teaching the same content M and T, then different content on W and Th.  This way, for people working the rotation, they only have to come to class Monday or Tuesday, and Wednesday or Thursday - and they won't miss anything.  Genius!  The wife's idea, I admit.  It seems to be the fix that allows people the utmost flexibility and thus far it's working great.

We rock.


A warm-up mini-dialogue for our newest students.
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Our first Friday activity with the Ometepe Bilingual School first graders was 'fun with straws' day!  We showed the kids how to move water from one cup to another using a straw.  Then we had them blow bubbles in the water.  Or, more accurately, half of them were doing it anyway so we made it part of the lesson.  We're adaptable like that.  We also had them use suction with the straw to move pieces of colored paper.  Then we circled them up around their desks to use the straws to maneuver an inflatable hippopotamus around the edges, relay style.  They had a blast - and so did we!


Itzel, making very sure she didn't drop her paper! 
Jesner was very calm and cool.
Josias grasped the concept right away. 
Daren had no problems!  She figured it out quickly!
Before we handed them out and did the activities, Bex! taught the word 'straw'.  She asked the kids if you eat with it, pantomiming the action?  "NOOO!"  Do you write with it?  More charades.  "NOOOOO!!"  Do you brush your hair with it?  "NOOOOOO!!!"  

Our first graders are awesome!


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We welcomed two new volunteers who were joining us for a couple of weeks - Eli and Emma.  They did a great job teaching our OBS kindergarteners and first graders, as well as holding sessions for the public school 7, 8, 9 year olds.  We showed them the ropes the first day and introduced them to the kids.  At the end of Day One our volunteers told us they were good to go, so we let them plan and run their own classes for a couple of weeks.  We still showed up on Fridays cuz the kids get a little cray-cray by the end of the week.


Alas, the time had come for them to leave.  The kindergarteners said goodbye to Emma…



Eli was able to stay a little longer, so a few days later the kids said goodbye to him…



They did a wonderful job and we got a couple of good ideas from them during our customary debrief session (over beers, of course) before they left Merida.


And we got an opportunity to eat cake when Eli left, too.
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We had one of Hamilton's crew, Gerald, come over to 'mow' our 'lawn'.  Both words in quotes because the lawn is really a big open area around the house, extending to the two gates - one gate to the beach, the other to the trail up to the road.  The yard was getting overgrown, making a great hiding spot for snakes and other unpleasantness.  And by mow, we mean hacked down with a machete.  A lot of work, for sure.  Much nicer and much safer for us gringos.

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And now a new spot I like to call "Eating like a local".  We were given a few small fish by a prospective student.  He brought them up from the lake piled in his t-shirt - the wife opted to use a plastic bag.  We removed the heads, but other than that served them up Nica-style - fried whole accompanied by fresh límon, rice, and sofrito (cooked tomatoes, onions, and peppers with a not-so-secret ingredient to tie it altogether (ketchup).


Dee-lish!
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We were under the assumption that iguanas were herbivores.  We've only ever seen them munching on leaves and flowers, right?  Well, one afternoon we were sitting on the porch and we heard this desperate squealing, screeching sound.  Alarmed, we immediately got up and looked around.  We found the source right away, our attention drawn to one of our cute iguanas scampering full speed across the yard back to his mango tree home.  

He had something furry in his mouth and it was screeching something fierce.  It was a reasonable sized rat or some other type of rodent.  And it was soon silent.  Then we looked on with morbid fascination as the iguana proceeded to slowly work the entire thing down its throat, a little at a time - whole.  


We told our friend Juriel about this and he said 'No, no.  Iguanas eat only plants.'  Um, sorry, dude.  Not true.  Just ask the furry mammal.


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Speaking of iguanas…


It was the smaller one on the right that downed the rodent!
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After Eli and Emma left, we went back to teaching the OBS kids.  We enjoyed the break it provides when we have short-term volunteers here but we also miss 'our' kids.  We see them regularly all over the village and they always run to give us hugs.  But, yeah,  it was good to be back in the classroom with them, too.

Exhibit A:
Classroom resources here are extremely limited, so we often make due with what we have at hand.  For quite a while now we've been saving all kinds of bottle caps.  Lids from peanut butter, hot sauce, toothpaste, etc.  Bex! cleans them all up and we use them in the classroom.  We call them our 'Nicaraguan Legos'.  In these pics, we were teaching a lesson on 'same and different'.  The kids were sorting the lids by different criteria - color, size, shape, height, material, etc.

Dayana, Jasmina, Daren, Gretel, Anjela, Cindi (l-r) organizing caps by color
Cindi, feeling very proud of her stacking work!
Jesner showed off his mad stacking skilz.
Snack time!  Jeysi, Cindi, Dulce, Daren and Jasmina enjoy some fresh fruit juice.

Exhibit B:
Getting out of the classroom is a great resource (and no permission slips required down here).  We've played Red Light Green Light with the kindergarteners a number of times - it's great for soaking up some energy, working on following instructions, developing gross motor skills (especially when we add extra locomotions like hopping or walking backwards).  This time, we got the kids leading the game, too.

Level: Beginner
Time Required: Flexible
Materials Required: Something red and something green
Target Language: Red, green, stop, walk


Um, Moises - please get back in line.
Profesor David reviewing commands and signals with Jonathan
It almost always eventually turns into a straight up foot race!
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Much like the monkeys and iguanas, the free ranging chickens seem to be getting quite comfortable with us.  They come to our place to graze on whatever it is they eat but at first were keeping their distance.  Now, they just come right up on the porch to pay us a visit.

Every day is a bad feather day for this birdie.
No complaints from us, mind you.  Chickens eat everything.  I mean everything - including and especially bugs!  This one was having a bad feather day, apparently.

We recently learned that chickens like the ones that visit our yard are referred to as Indian Hens.  All the random stuff they eat, particularly the protein filled bugs, means they are great egg layers, but it also means their meat is pretty nasty.  We'll take the advice of our students and stick with TipTop for our breasts and thighs.

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While attendance for the new Working English class has been great, we've been struggling with a couple of other classes. Like we've stated, we're here to teach, so if people show up, we teach.  It can be easier with more students, though, because we like to get them talking to each other in English through dialogues and role play activities, rather than relying on us to provide too much of the chatter.  

Life is not easy here, though, and many people have other, more important obligations.  We understand that, of course.  It can be frustrating for us because we plan a great lesson and get excited, then one person shows up.  But - we teach the one person.  They made the effort, so we make the effort.

For example, the morning class for beginners was bringing in 6-7 people for a while, which was great given the target demographic and time of day (7-8 AM).  But lately we've been getting 1, 2, maybe 3 students.  

The high school group has dropped off, too.  Part of this is because the kids have their regular public school class and homework load.  Plus they have the commitments that come with schools anywhere - sports, presentations, band, etc.  In fact, most of the kids have recently been involved in preparations for the celebrations surrounding Independence Day.  This is different than Liberation Day mentioned at the top of this post.  Celebrated in mid-September and featuring drum corps, dancing and singing, speeches and more, rehearsals have pretty much drained our class dry.  We're lucky to get 2-3 students and even had a night when no one showed up!

We're simplifying the high school lessons until after the celebration program mid-month.  Hopefully, attendance returns to the normal level at that time.

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We have one class that is a beacon of hope, as class attendance with other groups runs through peaks and valleys.  We fully admit this is our favorite class.  We have a wonderful and committed group of adults that we teach in the afternoon, four days a week.  They come to class regularly, do their homework, study, practice their English with tourists.  They are funny and friendly and help us with our Spanish.  They have learned a tremendous amount since we arrived and we are so proud of them.  They are a joy to teach, always engaged and interested, challenging themselves to get it right, curious about the language.


Put your hands together for Juriel and Marbelli.
Let's hear it for Isidro and Berman.

Give it up for Alcides, who we are pretty sure is actually an international spy.
(Note: We teach this class in the OBS Kindergarten classroom.  The artwork on the walls is not reflective of the abilities of the above students.)

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All work and no play makes Jack a very dull boy.  Impromptu cornhole tourneys help keep things fun.  Plus we can teach our Nica friends the art of trash talking.

Let the trash talking begin.  Yosselin picked it up right quick!
'I'm weening, I'm weening' - Mr. Bean, Rat Race
David getting some much needed strategy advice from Harvin.
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Conducting another hammock test.  She does this frequently...

I should have grabbed a sharpie and played connect the dots with the bug bites on her legs.  Probably wouldn't have gone over very well, though.
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Signing off.  More important things to do now.


Our casita is two paddle boards wide.
Bean bags?  Check.  Aiming juice?  Check.
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Sunsets here are rather glorious most every evening…