Thursday, August 30, 2007
I have arrived!
So, I am now in Managua. I'm staying at a hotel with the other (17) students in the program. During the day we are being oreinted to the program and such. During the night we hang out and get to know one another and the area. I'm still looking for a cell phone, but I should get one soon. I move in con mi familia Nicaragüense on Sunday, and Monday begins classes. I´m looking forward to establishing a routine. Well, I´ve been keeping a diary thus far which is useful (and mandatory says my plan comittee at Bennington) so hopefully I´ll be able to reflect on this experience better than most of my other (unrecorded) experiences. Wish me luck!
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details, man, details. I want to see what you see, hear what you hear . . . tell about the food-the surrounds-starved for details. :-)
Your pain the neck, mother.
Love and miss you!
Sorry it took me so long to get to your blog, pal. I'm working so I have to make this short.
I'm sure the hurricane is drenching you and maybe blowing things around a bit, but from what I know of where you are situated you are probably not seeing too much damage.
Screw the hurricane. I hope you are enjoying your experience. I will call you tonight or this afternoon. (Mom forwarded your #)
I miss you so much, pal. Missing you while you were in Bennington was different. You were easy to access. This is just weird.
Love you. Talk to you soon.
Dad
Details yourself, English teacher. It is loud, hot, the smells of beer, garbage and delicious food mix in the humid city air with the pollution from the thousands of taxi cabs. Cars beep constantly, there is usually good music playing somewhere, and people are usually outside or on the patio. At every intersecion chilren and unemployed people sell trinkets, water, flags or just beg. The food is incredible (my Madre Nicaraguense is an incredible cook) and the hot dogs down at the UCA (University of Central America - where we take Spanish classes in the morning) are about half a foot long and incredible. I've never heard so much U2 or the Cranberries before in my life, and other American things are prevelant here as well. Most of the advertisements are of white people, about a third are in English. Every other house in the barrio has a pulperia (small store) attatched to it, and mine runs a hardware store through the side door. Oh, and the spanish is faster than I've ever heard it spoken.
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