Photo of Molly cooking in our kitchen...you can't see it but the entire host family is laughing at her for reasons we may never know.In our week+ we've acquired an opinion or two regarding our new surroundings:
1) The cheese here is terrible. So terrible, in fact, that at first I questioned whether I could ever truly love Granada. My love for cheese is just too strong;I feared Granada and I would never see eye-to-eye. A few days ago, however, we discovered the incredible avacados, which made the tastiest guacamole I've had in awhile (Mom's guac excepted). We decided that as long as Granada has some sort of fatty spreadable snack, it's a lovable place to be.
2) Someone needs to tell Nicaraguans that toilet paper is designed to be flushed. Placing it in the trash can is just weird. Sharing any more information than that makes me uncomfortable, niner.
3) Boundaries here are irrelevant. In the middle of the men's tournament finals, an older looking woman walked right across the field. Not just a corner of the field, or one side, but rather she strolled diagonally across the entire field and just expected the men to play around her...which they did. No one even grumbled or heckled her.*
4) How do they balance things on their heads so well? My brothers must've hit me in the head too many times because my noggin is way too lumpy to stand a chance. Very impressed.
5) Our host mom laughs at us for pretty much anything we try to do in the kitchen. I stand by the fact that a. ramen vs. ramen with peppers and onions are different meals b. oatmeal is meant to be eaten hot, not on ice, and c. there is no rule that says guacamole should be made with eggs.
That's all about that for now. This morning's trip to the primary school was a bit overwhelming as 40 screaming 5th graders had their way with us. The herd of goats and large pig we ushered off the field before the session were much better listeners. The 6th grade session was much more managable, with fewer kids and fewer spontaneous launching of balls into each other's faces. We feel okay about the sessions though, since the goal of working with Phys-Ed classes is to generate interest in our girls-only Saturday morning open clinics. I think we achieved that with many of the 5th and 6th grade girls this morning, especially after we assured them that boys won't be there to hog the ball (who does that in the middle of a relay race, by the way?), or poke them in the eye.
Hasta manana!
*so far as I could tell with minimal ability to discern what's going on around me
1) The cheese here is terrible. So terrible, in fact, that at first I questioned whether I could ever truly love Granada. My love for cheese is just too strong;I feared Granada and I would never see eye-to-eye. A few days ago, however, we discovered the incredible avacados, which made the tastiest guacamole I've had in awhile (Mom's guac excepted). We decided that as long as Granada has some sort of fatty spreadable snack, it's a lovable place to be.
2) Someone needs to tell Nicaraguans that toilet paper is designed to be flushed. Placing it in the trash can is just weird. Sharing any more information than that makes me uncomfortable, niner.
3) Boundaries here are irrelevant. In the middle of the men's tournament finals, an older looking woman walked right across the field. Not just a corner of the field, or one side, but rather she strolled diagonally across the entire field and just expected the men to play around her...which they did. No one even grumbled or heckled her.*
4) How do they balance things on their heads so well? My brothers must've hit me in the head too many times because my noggin is way too lumpy to stand a chance. Very impressed.
5) Our host mom laughs at us for pretty much anything we try to do in the kitchen. I stand by the fact that a. ramen vs. ramen with peppers and onions are different meals b. oatmeal is meant to be eaten hot, not on ice, and c. there is no rule that says guacamole should be made with eggs.
That's all about that for now. This morning's trip to the primary school was a bit overwhelming as 40 screaming 5th graders had their way with us. The herd of goats and large pig we ushered off the field before the session were much better listeners. The 6th grade session was much more managable, with fewer kids and fewer spontaneous launching of balls into each other's faces. We feel okay about the sessions though, since the goal of working with Phys-Ed classes is to generate interest in our girls-only Saturday morning open clinics. I think we achieved that with many of the 5th and 6th grade girls this morning, especially after we assured them that boys won't be there to hog the ball (who does that in the middle of a relay race, by the way?), or poke them in the eye.
Hasta manana!
*so far as I could tell with minimal ability to discern what's going on around me
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