Central America | Nicaragua – Moving on again!
Okay. Here´s what I noted down in my paper diary on Thursday morning:
The flat seems to be working out. We had a dinner party last night and it was a fun mixed bunch – couple of germans, one french, 4 nicaraguans and not a word of english. Great, finally my spanish is coming along nicely. Aside from the damn cold things are good. For a nation with a very overt sense of humour they do get a bit defensive every now and again. Example – I was laughing about how I thought all ´nicas´(friendly term for the locals) have a tick. Why? Well because when they want to know what you’re banging on about they tweak their nose. It took them a while to find the funny side of my observation.
So, now it’s Friday evening and I’m back in the hostel. Confused by how I arrived back so soon – not as confused as moi. I got home last night at around 10 after going along to observe capoeira rather than participate (am finally on the mend today, yoga was great this morning). It had been an emotional day. I finally cracked after lessons at the street kid school. Luis, my favourite student – we all have one! – lives in the park with his brother, cousin and parents. His parents work really hard selling plant pots, don’t drink nor take drugs. They simply don´t have the 25 dollars a month to rent a house in a poor area. Also, they’re very used to their way of life and obviously the kids know nothing else. No surprises at all here but just finally hit home. I´m going sandal shopping with Luis next week – don’t think he’s had a new pair for a number of years now.
Also alot of the locals had been talking about the unusually hot weather we’re having in March (90+) which they believe indicates a possible earthquake. Marvellous. So, I arrive home at 10. I can’t sleep due to my day. I read till at least midnight and then Maria arrives home with an american who has nowhere to sleep. He’s a really nice guy and decides he will sleep on our kitchen floor. Fair enough. I do however think, despite her long term boyfriend in Canada, she has a fair few ´men friends´. Maria then goes on to tell me about the ´death threats´ she’s been receiving on her mobile phone. (special note to Grandad – this is not as dramatic as is sounds so please tell nan not to worry). They are from someone she knows cos they know her surname, her former address and where she lives now (VERY CRUCIAL TO MY DEPARTURE). Maria seems very worried. She talks about hiring a bodyguard for 100 dollars a month and we end up trying to work out who it is till 4 in the morning – we reckon her aunt. I wake this morning, go to yoga and decide it’s time to leave. I don´t need an evening soap opera bit part as well as working with the kids during the day. I tell Maria, she takes it quite well. I pay for my month. Get ripped off…but hey better than a crazy ex boyfriend or aunty mistaking me for Maria!!!!I thought the situation was working out but I reckon deep down I was struggling with the sharing a room business as well as the nasty piece of work Nicaraguan running the apartments. So, I´m now back in the safety of ´gringo´city and on the look out for a family. I’ve already got another two options so we´ll see. Have booked myself in for a massage this weekend and ´Miss Gay´ beauty pageant it taking place on Sunday night.