We finally got to juegar with some bona fide Nicaraguan men this evening. After a successful start-up meeting last night, we set out to identify some primary schools to work in for the next few weeks, as well as some local teams to help coach. Turns out the first team they wanted us to coach was an all-ages mens team. The team made quick work of sweating all over our pinnies but seemed to enjoy the session as well as appreciate the three balls we left with them for their subsequent practices. They normally practice with just one semi-inflated plastic ball.
In addition to the list from yesterday, more oddities and lessons have caught our attention. We are now familiar with the difference between merengue and bachata (merengue makes you tired, bachata does not) as well as pulled pork vs fried pork skin (the former edible, the latter disgusting) . Never trust someone to order something that they themselves are not eating.
It seems the entire male population of Granada has an affinity for heavy metal and rock. On our walk home from practice one of the men showed us the 14 pictures of Guns and Roses he has saved on his cellphone and then proceeded to make the phone play Sweet Child of Mine. Naturally, the rest of the walk home involved us belting the lyrics amidst a gang of Nicaraguan men...at least our English came in handy for once!
While pork skin has not won any points, unripe mango served picante with chili pepper and vinegar scored pretty high. Oh to live with a mango tree in my back yard...and front yard for that matter.
I keep waiting for one of us to do something so utterly ridiculous that it warrants an anecdote on this blog but this far we have managed to keep our noses clean. I´m sure it´s only a matter of time!
In addition to the list from yesterday, more oddities and lessons have caught our attention. We are now familiar with the difference between merengue and bachata (merengue makes you tired, bachata does not) as well as pulled pork vs fried pork skin (the former edible, the latter disgusting) . Never trust someone to order something that they themselves are not eating.
It seems the entire male population of Granada has an affinity for heavy metal and rock. On our walk home from practice one of the men showed us the 14 pictures of Guns and Roses he has saved on his cellphone and then proceeded to make the phone play Sweet Child of Mine. Naturally, the rest of the walk home involved us belting the lyrics amidst a gang of Nicaraguan men...at least our English came in handy for once!
While pork skin has not won any points, unripe mango served picante with chili pepper and vinegar scored pretty high. Oh to live with a mango tree in my back yard...and front yard for that matter.
I keep waiting for one of us to do something so utterly ridiculous that it warrants an anecdote on this blog but this far we have managed to keep our noses clean. I´m sure it´s only a matter of time!
4 comments:
so after reading your two posts, i hope you write everyday. this could be like the skeleton for your first book. think about it...
Sounds like you are having a great time. I can't wait to hear more! Keep having fun, stay safe, and keep writing! Hope all is well.
what flight pattern are you coaching in this picture?
I am so proud of you all...Learn a few spanish words,and at least dance once before you all leave...love,sandies mom
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