Thursday, December 31, 2009

Here We Go Again...


Last night in Nicaragua I was walking home and I heard a little girl say, "Un arco iris", in English, "a rainbow". Never in my life have I seen a rainbow in the night sky! There it was, just like the ones in the day sky, a real rainbow going from moon to cloud! It was the most beautiful display of colors ever in an evening sky! That little girl was beyond beautiful for noticing such a sky at night. And I was beyond thankful to see it, rainbows always remind me that at the end of everything, storm, hard day, tears, comes something beautiful...New Year was barely here yet and the start of it was already amazing!
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A few hours of sleep, up with the chickens, my last morning in Nicaragua was here. The tooth brush, tooth paste, KSwiss slippers and run shoes left behind, my bag 12 pounds lighter, it was time to go. My Nica mom and I sat waiting for Victor (the school bus driver) to take me to the airport. He was naturally over 20 minutes late, on Nica time. Tears flowed saying goodbye to my Nica family, they were beyond words amazing in so many ways. Already I was missing school, new friends, my teachers, all of it and before I could wipe anymore tears Veronica, (the school director) jumps from the bus, followed by Amanda, (my profesora) and her daughter! They were all laughing, smiling, crying, and said they wanted to go with me to the airport, their last moments with Bree! It was 5am by the way, it meant more than imaginable that they woke up to make the 2 hour trip with me. My tears were now hard laughter and huge smiles. Then walks around the bus, after I didn't think the morning could get better, was Danilo, my Nicaraguan Guardian Angel! He was smiling and laughing too and I ran to hug him the biggest hug he ever got in his whole life!
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Let me tell you a bit about Danilo, he is not a hugger, he is one of those guys that would give the world, the shirt off his back, and his last fork of rice to anyone, but hugs-no. He also won't dance, and I'm pretty sure he's never kissed a girl. Even spending time alone with a girl is a huge deal. Every time I asked him to pal around with me he would ask his sister or brother to come too, except our 11 hour bus adventure, where I'm sure watching over me alone was more than a handful! It's the way he is, he was sold out for the woman of his dreams, his future bride, and he was so indescribably respectful to women. Once again, my ninera (babysitter, Guardian Angel) was there for me on that 2hour drive. The jokes with him and the teachers were endless. I loved to tell him how I was going to make him dance with me, he would blush so big. And I would always hug him and kiss his cheeks (everyone kisses cheeks in Central America when greeting), he was hilarious when I was around and he made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world the way he treated women. How refreshing to see men like Danilo enthralled by the beauty of only his wife, even if he has yet to meet her...it gives me hope...
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It is now New Years Eve! Moments of happy endings wrapped in new beginnings. My run this morning was under the most spectacular full blue moon! All 8 miles lit by the moon alone, not a single street light and no sunrise. Did you know the last time there was a full moon on New Years was 1990? The next time we will have a full moon on the New Year again will be 2028, so go look at it tonight! AND it has been 200 years since it was a full BLUE MOON! After Nicaragua, meeting Danilo, the night rainbow, the blue moon and full moon, there is no doubt the new year is going to be a favorite year of my life! The best part is having Kainoa on the last day of the old year and the first day of the new year! We spent today shopping at farmers markets and making a huge pot of black beans (I know, seriously, more beans and rice!). Tonight is Nicaraguan dinner at my house, plantains in coconut oil, fresh slow cooked black beans, pico de gallo, aguacate, and empanadas... .



MOST happy New Year... live it up, love it up, tear it up! Hope 2010 is fantastico for you!


Bree & Kainoa (he's sitting here drinking milk, not from a plastic bag straight from cow udders).

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Down To My Underwear...

This morning I gave away the last of my shampoo, my shaver, and my Hawaiian Papaya lotion. Most the clothes are gone, a few to deliver today, my run shoes, and of course whatever is left over is for the airplane ride tomorrow. It’s almost “Adios Nicaragua” and “Aloha Hawaii”. Today I took my exam…94%! The best part, everything I learned (not just the language), is coming with me for the rest and the best of my life! This experience has been simply unreal.
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I came to Nicaragua to escape my own selfish disappointment. Unfortunately my dream of a Christmas as a happy family, husband, wife, son fell apart 2 Christmas’s ago. The last moment I remember as a family was driving home together and me trying to jump from a moving truck to escape the pain in my heart and Kainoa’s screams. Finally he slowed enough to let me out so I could walk home. The life I knew was falling apart, broken hearts. From there it was marriage counseling and marriage ending. Then me sitting alone in Dr. Traub’s office putting his cell number in my phone. I don’t remember his exact words, they were along the lines of what I did by trying to jump from a moving truck had him concerned for suicidal tendency’s. Never in my world did I consider myself anything but happy, thankful, and admiring life. I love life. To my son I made a promise, that his mom would never know that darkness again and that I will do whatever it takes so he never has to know the pain I’d known on that dark day.
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Now that we are on year two of sharing holidays and it was my turn to have holiday without Kainoa, I wanted to go some place to change my focus, where I could see others hurting worse, it would help me with my reality. (That sounds so horrible and selfish, forgive me). The truth is, I didn’t see a lot of hurting people. I saw almost everyone celebrating the life they have, a life with or without a family, with or without a house, car, clothes, or food. A life with little or no money. Most everyone was happy no matter the reality that they knew. Perhaps this was one of the most beautiful holidays I have ever celebrated and I would do it again, and again, and again, and again…
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In fact, the beauty of this trip is that my broken heart has become almost whole again. Today walking home from school my smile was enormous, just feeling the love I’ve learned. For the first time in I have no idea how long, I thought of him as a friend again, I’m talking about Kainoa’s dad in case you didn’t figure it out. Next to the beach were a bunch of “Gallo Pinto” (beans and rice) shirts, I found one in his size, paid for it, and will bring it back as a Christmas gift to him. He always wanted to surf in Central America.

Enough of that history, on to my final Nicaraguan adventures!! Last night I did some studying then went to buy waters. Upon my return, over 3 hours later-TOTALLY on Nica time, 10pm, my entire house was locked up! If you know Central American homes, most have bars on the windows and doors, there is no way to break in. Sure enough I forgot my keys, thinking people would be awake! SO… I tap, tap, tap on the windows and doors, nobody wakes up. Almost 10:30 now it looks like I will be sleeping outside with the chickens, clearly living local was becoming a reality. In the darkest dark ever (no lights in our town), I get the brilliant idea to go to Danillo’s, maybe he could help, he’s saved me already so this should be nothing new for him. As luck would have it his family is all sleeping too. No joke, this is the first time this trip that ANYONE, children included, are in bed before 1am! I’ve never seen town like this. After a few more, “Danilloooooooooooo”s whispered then shouted at his door, his sister answers. Tears are flowing from my face as it was now almost 11pm and I was stuck in the dark with men wanting to grab my butt and no way to get in through my bar covered house. I couldn’t tell if he wanted to laugh or cry when he saw me standing there. Eventually they got me home-in time for my last run in the stinky pink socks!
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The excitement to see Kainoa is just pouring out! Of course I will miss this town, these people, the children, my new friends, speaking Spanish, and all my adventures. Some things I will not miss, like this Italian man sitting just across the room from me now as I write this. I met him on one of my first days when I needed some help with setting up the wireless, accidently I answered him in Spanish not knowing he was Italian, and he thought I was making a move on him, now he is always smiling and winking at me when we are in the same area, its kind of funny, I'm looking at him now, he is so funny with this big smile and winking eyes, ha ha ha. The temptation to take a foto for you all is pretty big time, but I'm scared he will thinking I'm making another move on him and come sit with me....no thanks.
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Speaking of no thanks, I was asked on a real date ,with a real boy, in real life, here in Nicaragua, in Spanish, Oh Nicaragua you are too funny, NEVER going to forget a minute of this trip....this momma is going home tomorrow and the only boy I'm thinking about in this moment is Kainoa!
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Hasta La Pasta (thats my Spanish mixed with Italian) it's for the Italian man in the corner winking at me...
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Muchas Gracias to the little town of San Juan Del Sur for taking me in, to my Nica family for my bed, food, and loving on me, to my American family for supporting me, to Travis for making it all work out when I scrambled it all up, to Coach for the amazing run workouts, to my profesora Amanda-I will never forget you! Danilo, for being the best Ninera a girl could ever have! Come to Hawaii, I might need a babysitter there too! To the Swissy's, in a million years I never knew such warm hearts from such a freezing snow covered place, I WILL MISS YOU! Now it's time to get back to swimbikerun....2010 here I come! But first, time to find a few more adventures in Nicaragua....VAMOS!
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Bree

Monday, December 28, 2009

Lo Que Siempre Sonamos Ser...

A beautiful morning, only 3 days till my son is in my arms! The faces of the children here have brought me many moments of laughter, compassion, tears, and joy. They have kept me company and given me hugs to last a lifetime. They have been my children during the holiday and have me more than ready to return to Kainoa...
Sunset on the beach, studying for my final test tomorrow. My profesora is giving me off tomorrow morning so I can prepare. My exam is from 1-5pm...estoy lista. I have learned more than Spanish, I have dove head and heart first into this experience. Letting go of as much of me as I could and living, embracing as much of this culture, as possible...
The joy that lingers throughout this tiny town, the smiles that shine through poverty, and the thankfulness that is felt during another beans and rice dinner has been discovered. The friends I have made have shared their secret to happiness in this life, and it's not that their life is so much better or worse than ours, its just different, very different. They have taught me that the sweet spot in this life is to be able to enjoy where you've been and where you are going. Where you've been (good, bad, or challenging) is finding appreciation. Where you are going, is hope...
Several runs in a row with the same socks, a dirt trail, and my dusty KSwiss. I learned I am blessed to even have socks and even more blessed to have shoes. These socks will run all my runs till I am back in Hawaii, these shoes will stay in Nicaragua.
At dinner tonight, a young girl and her aunt walked over to me. The girl grabbed my water bottle and just started drinking as if she has spent days with little or no water. Her aunt grabbed my salad and began to eat, off my fork, without hesitation or asking. Speechless. What do you do, what do you say in a moment like that. I've never seen or met the girls.
After yesterday's adventure, Danillo came to check on me, he has no idea how I have made it this long in Nicaragua without him. He watched over me all morning at school, and walking through town, and even on a field trip with my profesora. He was so serious making sure the crazy American girl stayed away from trouble, the thing is, talking or even smiling can get you into trouble with the wrong person at the wrong time. Look how serious he is, all business. In a moment like this I feel thankful for those who care about me...thank you Danillo, I promise to be safe and stop walking around by myself...
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Lo Que Siempre Sonamos Ser...what we always dreamed we would be.
Bree
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Sunday, December 27, 2009

Pensando en espanol (Thinking in Spanish)...

It’s a cool thing to be thinking and dreaming in Spanish. Not really sure when my fascination with travel began, maybe when I was 15 and went to Costa Rica for the first time. I vividly remember returning home to tell my mom I fell in love with a Tico boy and wanted to live forever in Costa Rica. She thought it would wear off like all “summer lovin”. 15 years later I still dance in the hopes of life in Central America as much as I ever did. I’m here, in Central America, again for the 14th time in my life. Last night was another spectacular display of lights, under the stars and moon...
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Amazing how huge the world is yet under the stars and moon nowhere seems too far. Last night on my walk I was day dreaming, not so much about a Tico boy or any boy for that matter, just thinking how wonderful it would be to share this beautiful life, then I looked again at the stars and hoped he was looking too, thinking of me the way I am thinking of him. Then I asked the stars to hold him for me. That was last night, forgive me, I get a little too romantica debajo de las estrallas...



That was yesterday at the beach with the girls, last night under the stars, today... a very different story! Woke up before the sun, ran without the IPOD, just me. Running here is so incredible, so simple, and having on clean socks I felt really fast! No cows chased me either.
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Today was my adventure and clearly, I am beyond thankful my profesors did not let me go alone! Danillo, (one of my profesors), was my trusty side kick. He saw me running by his house in the dark and knew he was in touble. I showed up to his house holding grape juice, wearing a giant smile, knowing the adventure would be good! The plan, ride the bus all day and stop in all the towns so I can induldge in Nicaragua!! Quickly, it took us 11 hours, 5 buses, one taxi, and a few miles of walking.
I got a real, live turkey and my butt grabed in Masaya! No wonder they wouldn't let me take my trip solo. In Masaya the men, even if you are with a man, reach for you, grab you, and get in your face to kiss you! One man had my butt so tightly I was screaming for Danillo! After that I did not leave his side...till I saw some children that I simply MUST take fotos of!! Danillo was to my resuce each and everytime just as I was grabbed again, and again, and again...
After rows and rows of beautiful fruits and veggies in the market we found rows and rows of chicken parts, turkey parts, pig heads, cow parts, and fish parts. Never have I seen so much raw meat! Again they reminded me it's totally safe, when you cook it the bacteria burns off! I decided maybe I'll be vegetarian for the rest of the trip! A few rows later I smelt something... it was the cheese rows! At that moment my gag reflexes went into over drive and I started to kneel over! Danillo to the rescue! I was on my knees, how on Earth can dairy sit out in the sun all day, all week and be okay??? In that moment I decided I'm going vegan!
Our open market adventures, long walks through the old cities, views of churches and museums, kissing horses, and of course the volcanos, were then followed up by more busing...so I could see more! One of the bus paths was in the most scary parts of Nicaragua known and Danillo told me to put away my camera, he held one of my bags, and he told me to stay near. Well, let's just say I was the only tourist anywhere within driving distance and I stuck out like a star in a dark sky. I secretly snuck my camera back and began to film the drugs, robbery, fighting, and views of such a neighborhood. You better believe 2 men saw me and made a plan to grab my camera. I have it all on film! They walked around us, then came near, and as one man reached for my camera I flew back and hid in Danillo's safety. It was so shocking....once I get my internet access I will try to upload the video!
I would never have survided the trip on my own. Danillo is so worn out from babysitting me all day! He fell alseep on the bus ride back to San Juan Del Sur. I just got home from shopping for a "thank you" gift for him... Oh I love adventures!!
No trip would be complete without a book (you know I love books). Danillo helped me find a book on my Spanish level, mmmmm, all children's books! Finally, we found THE BOOK that hit the spot, an adult book, perhaps a bit over my head. "A Orillas del Rio Piedra me Sente y llore". (Beside the Piedra River I sat and I wept). I wanted this book back in America, its from Paulo Coelho, one of my favorite authors! It's a total "love your life and others" book... listen to this line: Quien ama vence al mundo, no tiene miedo perder nada. El verdado amor es un acto de entraga total. Loosely translated, by me, Those who love overcome the world, they are not afraid to lose anything. True love is an act of total Delivery. I'm pretty excited to read it...
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Okay, thats all I have to report on, it's late, I have a GIANT test on Tuesday that I should start to study for. Almost the New Year, this trip has me ready for it!
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LOTS of love to you all! MUCHO amor a todos! AND thank you for reading!!
Bree
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Saturday, December 26, 2009

Soy Lechera!! WOOOOHOOOOO!

Life is cherry. Horrible use of a great fruit, but life really is sweet right now. For example, today I won Spanish Scrabble! Totally toasted the Nicas! They said no way, "Eres una tramposa", BUT NO, I did not cheat! With la palabra "sexi" I got 39 puntos and "fecha" 22 puntos! No way could they catch me after that. We also stole the helado cart!

Okay, on to more exciting things, Give me an “R”, give me an “I”, give me a “C”, give me an “E”, now give me “BEANS”, what do we got……? Rice and beans baby! And chicken…

My room stunk (still sort of stinks), so bad. Listen to how disgusting I am, I’ve worn the same pair of socks for 8 runs! Yep. AND I had sweat drenched clothes hanging to dry, but with no ventilation they were not drying. My mission of “living local” got a bit carried away. My goal was to use only the clothes I brought, to not do laundry for 2+ weeks, and to use all of them at least 3 or 4 times-minimum, (except for underwear, I brought lots). I was doing okay wearing the same socks and sports bras, and using the same bikini and surf trunks was no big deal either. The problem grew when I gave away half my clothes to one of the teachers at my school, we are the same size. I wanted to wait till my last day to give away my clothes, didn’t happen. SO… yesterday I had to drop some cordobas for my clothes to be washed. I really couldn’t stand the smell in my room or on me any longer…
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As far as food goes, I feel like a complete SPOILED rotten brat! I never drank that milk. The power went out again for half the night and in the morning it had me scared to death sitting warm, my family drank it. STRIKE ONE. Well, the chickens in our kitchen pooped in lots of places, like on the bananas and next to the meat (the meat isn’t in the fridge, you know when you cook it the bacteria dies, or something like that, I’m not sure, in Hawaii I always put meat in the fridge), anyways, today’s bananas I hid (not going to tell you where), STRIKE TWO. And at dinner, the meat, I tried, really, but I kept seeing it next to the chicken poop, not in the fridge…. Like a horrible rotten spoiled American brat I pretended I wanted to eat outside, so I took me and my food (Mattia’s was a snobby Swiss brat and came with me), and we fed it to the dogs. Honestly, even writing this makes me feel like I should be hung, that was STRIKE THREE…. It gets worse, I always come to this computer cafĂ© and on the way I stop at la tienda and buy food to eat here or while walking on the days I‘m a brat. Dear Nica, family, I am so sorry… forgive me please. BUT I love beans and rice and eggs and burritos and chicken, even the carrot things you make!
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The longer I’m here the more I like it, this place is fantastico. Traveling is like that, you discover so many things, become friends with so many people, and you begin to know your way around. I must confess (probably get hung for this too), Costa Rica is still my favorite country in Central America so far, (of the 6 I’ve been to). I’ve become pals with a few locals and they don’t like me talking about Ticos or Tico land, it’s like that boarder is a big wall. Speaking of boarder, my crazy wild at heart really wants to cross it! I’ve got Saturday school this morning or I’m pretty sure I would already be there for the weekend. I miss my friends heaps and they know I am here. This girl has got to find an adventure for Saturday after school and Sunday…I’m thinking to fill that craving my wondering wandering heart has I might just get on a bus (I love riding the local buses, complete with chickens). Just put myself on any bus and see where I land, head North, find a beach, look for sea shells, make it back in time for school Monday. I told my brilliant plan to my profesora, she thinks I'm loca, not to mention there are places in Nicaragua even locals don't go... so after working my magic I convinced Danillo (another profesor) to go with me. Tomorrow I meet at his house at the crack of dawn and he is going to escort me on my crazy bus trip to who-knows-where! ha ha.... I hope he is prepared for a day with this crazy girl!
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As for the big blue fluffy dress, that might stay here with my profesora. For some reason big poofy dresses only look good on long dark haired women with brown eyes, you know, the Nicas, they are truly beautiful and can pull that off…I’ll stick with my Roxy. Oh, speaking of Roxy, pull out your favorite, Monday 5pm-MORE DANCING!

LOOK! Break out Fanny Lu, Shakira, Paulina Rubio.... it's time to sing!

LOTS and LOTS of Abrazos from Nicaragua. If you don't hear from me tomorrow I'm lost in Nicaragua, on a bus full of Chickens and Danillo, call Kainoa to tell him his mom loves him!!
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Adios!
Bree
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Friday, December 25, 2009

No Llorando...

Merry Christmas from Nicaragua. I’ve been wondering what to write about the Christmas we shared with the children of el campo. Usually putting thoughts on paper comes easy for me, in this moment translating feelings to thoughts to words is near impossible. It all gets lost in translation from heart to head.
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The moment the van started down a silent, empty dirt road I knew there would be little to see, if anything. With sights on the first child my heart began to beat as if I were on the start line of a race. Full of excitement to give, eager to experience, and curiosity of the outcome. Within moments of arrival my eyes met the eyes of a 7 year old boy. His were brown but they had this look of hope in a world of little opportunity. We stared for a few breaths, me thinking only of Kainoa and how thankful I am my child has the world at his feet and more opportunities then most children will ever know. Then my heart got sad as I missed him so much, his little laugh, his little hand the way it holds mine, and the way he says, “mom I love you”. I was missing everything about him.
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The young boy with deep brown eyes was trying to figure me out. The next thing I knew we both had tears rolling down our cheeks in a moment of silent staring. I wished in that moment to hold him and promise him everything was going to be okay. I wished to tell him that there would always be a roof over his head and food on the table, but those were promises I couldn’t make to him. I wished I could take him home to be Kainoas big brother and my second son. I wanted so much to give him the world and love that I am able to share with Kainoa, I wished all of those children would get to feel that in their lives.
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The day never got easier. The pinata, the drinks, the gifts were all well received. A lot of thankfulness was reciprecated. However, all that stuff could never top the time we were able to love on the children. I took pictures, tossed a ball around with some of the little boys, sat on steps with a couple girls, those were the moments most valuable. Just letting them know you care even a little.
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One of the girls stole my heart. She was at the age when you get your boobs and period. It was obvious she was changing from young girl to young lady, and the in between had her in the middle of a hard transition. I remember being there too. She lingered between wanting to play and having to watch the younger kids. She was struggling with her body in ways I cant explain on this paper. We spent most the time just sitting together, talking. At first she was pushing me away even though she wanted me near. I took no offense and just let her take her time. By the end of our time with them she was hugging me, holding my hand, and wishing I wouldn’t leave her.
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Sitting in the van as we pulled away it took all my courage to fight the tears and be strong for the children. Most of them were crying, perhaps this was their best Christmas ever. Locking eyes with the young girl, both staring at each other as the distance between us grew, I was trying to put on that face that says, “you can do this, you will be okay, be brave”. I wanted so much to tell her I love her, that might all she needed for Christmas. I just want more time with them. With Kainoa I’ve learned that the moment he discovered I believe in him he has grown into this amazing child with a zest for life and eagerness to live. It would be an amazing thing to have enough time for those children to know someone believes in them. Christmas in Nicaragua has literally exposed all my weak spots, but it’s also put pieces of my life back together that I didn’t know were missing.









Night out with my Swiss Amigos.
And a VERY late night, maybe 2:30, with my Nico brother...
Feliz Navidad... and as BEAUTIFUL as this holiday and experience is, I would never trade it for all the beans and rice in Nicaragua. However, there is no place like home and my Kainoa is where my heart is...
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Thursday, December 24, 2009

Levanto la mano...

2:30! Let me repeat, 2:30 IN THE MORNING the marching for God began! It was ALL the children, followed by most the town, with drums, trucks blasting music, and a lot of singing. When I heard it I decided to go out side with my Nico family and film it, you gotta see it! After realizing my eyes would not stay open to watch it my tia (Nica auntie) told me it's 2:30 in the morning, HOLY COW you are not kidding me?! Needless to say falling back asleep took loads of effort and I slept through my alarm, missed my run, took a trickle of a shower, then ran to school with a panqueque in my belly! (it's Navidad here, no rice for breakfast!).
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Let's back up.... last nights homework was a bit challenging, so I did what any intelligent white girl that speaks Spanglish would do, I went out to dinner! A couple of the other students had piles of homework too, however I'm in a few levels above them so they couldn't help, my brilliant idea was to eat dinner with the homework and see if I can convince the waiter to help me! You better believe it worked! It was the absolute most fun night of homework ever! Thankfully we were the only people in the resturaunt so I got the waiter all to myself and needless to say today, my teacher gave me an "A"!!

The highlight of school was shopping! Today we go to el campo to bring Christmas to the children with nothing, and I mean that, most are naked, hungry, and parentless. After my lessons and a quiz my "project" was to pretend I live in Central America, (very easy for me to do), and go throughout the town talking to each of the people in the shops getting the things for the children. We bought fabric, food, a pinata, you name it we are bringing it! One of the greatest things, (and reasons I picked this school), is a large chunk of our tuition goes directly to the children in Nicaragua! In one hour we are loading up in the bus and taking the journey to a place, a situation, a meaning to Christmas.

I called home today. I've traveled a lot and truly no matter where I go or what I see my family is my greatest treasure. Of course it would be nice to be celebrating with them, but Kainoa is my most treasured gift and the thought of a Christmas tree and all that Christmas brings without him while he is at his dads would be difficult for me to enjoy even with my parents and sisters. To my family, thank you for understanding why I came here and not Florida. This Christmas I will never forget, inolvidable!
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Okay, if you want more rice, beans, and the chicken that was under my bed, levanto la mano!! Raise your hand.... my Nico brother can out eat any kid in town. Honestly my stomach was SO full I could not fit another rice or bean in my belly, so I snuck the featherless chicken and some more on his plate, and I was BUSTED big time! In Central America it is beyond rude to say "no" when you are given food and even more rude to not clean your plate, like lick it clean it! Todays chicken was fried and the rice was too, almost fell over trying to stuff it all in my belly. Now I am too full to do my run, feels like Thanksgiving!! So perhaps at 2:30 am when the rest of Nicaraua is marching for God, after I dance salsa, I will do my run...
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Okay, off to el campo. LOTS of hugs the size of Nicaragua to all of you and a MOST happy holiday too!
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PS: It is very popular to keep a chicken for a pet, my profesora was telling me she has one and she paints its nails, she even named him after her husband. BUT she is changing the chickens name because she loves the chicken more than her husband. Then she told me when she was a little girl she would sleep with her pet chicken, one morning she woke up and it was dead, she fell alsleep on it and squished it! I'm thinking I should get one for Kainoa in Hawaii!
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MUCHOS ABRAZOOOOOOS!!
Bree

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

El Paraiso...........

This is a true story in the life of Bree Wee one day in Nicaragua...
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3:30 wake up to a pig outside my window oink, oink, oinking till someone turned it into bacon, then it SQUEALED for help till my ears fell off! 4am the children marching for God stop in front of my house and play drums for us, let me remind you, ALL the children in town are marching this morning and banging on drums. Sleep is impossible because now the chickens are hanging out with me...GOOD MORNING NICARAGUA!! Yo ama Nicaragua!!
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A nice little run, a marriage proposal, and a bunch of high fives from the men on the way to work. Yes, it's true my ultimate dream is to one day live in Central or South America happily married, however I'd like to actually know the guy for more than 2 minutes, I sort of like teeth, and it helps if he has a job, oh...and I don't plan to move till Kainoa goes to college (14 years), so I turned down his hand...ahh, better luck next time Bree....
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Then Breakfast! Guess what I ate, BEANS AND RICE AND PINEAPPLE! I'm not counting but it was my 10th time this trip...lunch was number 11. Then off to school. I LOVE walking to school! Every shop is opening up and putting out fresh fruits and breads. All the town is happy, and everyone is holding hands. That is one thing I LOVE about Central America, everyone makes it clear the things they love and the people they love.... its funny to me how some couples of other cultures walk so far apart you'd never even know they were friends! Today I think the lovers were especially happy, the kissing was so intense that I felt a possibility of getting pregnant just watching them! This is no joke....it was "get a hotel" style, however, it beats the fighting and arguing you hear with other couples.
School was cool, he aprendido MUCHO. I'm falling so crazy in love with my Spanish class. Its so exciting learning of another country and culture, this kind of thing is my kind of living! My profesora thinks I'm crazy, I gave her some Chocolate covered mac nuts from Hawaii and she flunked me on my quiz...sucking up never worked for me and still doesnt! Oh no te preocupes, I redid the quiz and got an "A+"! Then I gave away my most favorite K-Swiss specially made-for-me shoes! One of the teachers LOVES my clothes/shoes so I promised them to her, by the looks of it, I will be flying home naked. Im struggling to say no to keeping anything, that's life though, you just keep giving till you have nothing left, then you still find more to give... Nicaragua, well, lots of places like this, do that to you.


Today was my shell collecting day too. Josue and I discovered the coolest piece of beach glass at the same time, he really wanted it more than me, he put it in his pocket, and looked for more shells. We found all sorts of shells but no more sea glass. At the end of our adventure he came over to me, gave me the sea glass and smiled. It spoke deep within my heart how he could give the very last thing he had. In all seriousness, he had nothing, he was fishing with his dad for dinner, no shoes, his brothers shorts on, and out of his poverty he still found something to give. I'll keep that glass forever. Standing still I am moved and Nicaragua has challenged me again!
After school I told my neighbor, Antonio, that we should go ride horses. A few moments later we were in his car and to his friend Guillermos house. I never met Guiellermo, but Antonio tossed me out of the car and said see ya in a few hours (in Spanish of course). Guiellermo and I just laughed and before you know it we were racing horses along the beach, up mountains, and through little towns. It was the most fun a girl could have on the back of a horse. A quick look at my watch and you guessed it, I MISSED MY SALSA CLASS! Sheeeeeeesh! Oooooop's!

Life is like that here. You wake up, no plans, just go with the flow. Before you know it you are in all sorts of trouble or in some sort of unplanned adventure. In my case I was on the back of a horse, on a mountain top, looking across the ocean at Costa Rica with a man I met only a few hours ago. Let's just say it was a very good Spanish lesson...and now I have to make my class up at 9pm tomorrow night, in the disco, with a bunch of Nico boys! It could be worse.... ha ha ha! My profesora will be there too, SALSA dancing here I come!

I found a few more chickens today... this time in the kitchen, not my room. I think they are breakfast tomorrow...YUMMY! I also found a really cool bright blue (celeste azul) dress! This is no joke, today my profesora told me that everyone of the women buy a new dress for the dance tomorrow (really for Christmas Eve), its the most celebrated holiday in Nicaragua. She said even the women with no money get a new dress. They save all year, wear the same clothes everyday but on Christmas Eve when they dress up for God in their best clothes. We walked to the market, looked at dresses, I about fell over with the thought of wearing one of those traditional big puffy dresses like the Nica women! ha ha ha, so I found a blue one. Being here has taught me to be even cheaper than I am, trying to spend no money, but in this case I figure its a nice way to "give to the town" by spending money, 4 dollars in case you are wondering....
Other than that.... the day was fantastico. I'm really tired, still have 4 more paragraphs to write with my homework. My little Nico brother is my adopted Kainoa, KAINOA I MISS YOU SO MUCH! I taught my little Nico brother to count to 5 in English today, he told me, English is ugly.... well amigo, you will learn to count to 10 by the time this girl goes home!
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Okay, I think its time to eat more beans or something like that. School tomorrow, LOVE it! Double run tomorrow, LOVE it! Then helping at the campo (most poverty touched part of Nicaragua). The napkins are ready as what will be seen tomorrow is not a sight for those with a soft spot for children. Then I have to make up for my missed salsa class with the 9pm dance class...oh boy... bright blue dress here I come! MERRY CHRISTMAS, I mean, FELIZ NAVIDAD!
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I love rice!
Bree
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