Carolina and I with the pigs
The Yelba story continued today as we had practice this morning at the field by her house. Since it was my last day, I was taking pictures and wandering around with Carolina saying goodbye to everyone. A pig in the distance caught Carolina's attention, and she asked if I would take a picture of her with the chancho. Since it's impossible for me to say no to Carolina, we headed over to where the pig was chomping on some dirt. Yelba walked over and told us that she has four pigs at her house, and that we could take pictures with them, so we walked over there instead. As we arrived, Yelba started saying something about a family member dying the night before, a grandmother-type of figure, and then started waving at me to come in the house. All of a sudden four members of her family were waving me in, so I walked in and sure enough there was a wooden coffin with a glass top, and her grandmother was in there. The whole room was dark and smelled like incense and Carolina started to look really scared (although she wasn't tall enough to see the coffin thank goodness) so I used her as an excuse to leave politely.
Outside there were four little pigs and we snapped a few photos with Carolina before Yelba's mom came outside to talk.* She said that she realized that Yelba needs to see a doctor to know what the problem is and asked if we would pay for it. I of course said no problem and told Yelba to come back to the house with me to get the money. On the walk, she started telling me that she's scared to play soccer and is hoping the blood work will help her. It was such a relief to know that we may have some more answers tomorrow as to what caused the attack on Saturday, and that her mother seems more genuinely concerned than upset with her.
On another note, Myra and Hubs' backpacks arrived today after two days of being given the Nicaraguan runaround. The bags arrived on Saturday night but they claimed that customs agents don't work on Sundays, which is interesting because there are flights that arrive in Managua on Sundays. In any event, the bags arrived so now they can all stop wearing Becky's clothes over and over. The barrio fan club has taken to them right away, and has also now begun showering them with gifts including mini-bananas, bracelets, gum, and flowers.
It was sad to say goodbye to food-in-a-bag, but we had a big picnic last night outside of Chepe's house, and Myra had her first experience with the hidden chilis in the ensalada. They are like explosions of fire in your mouth...it's unbelievable. I told the others that true friends would eat chilis to understand how Myra felt, but apparently they are too smart to fall for my nonsense.
That's all for now, off to Miami!
*Keep in mind I am the only one doing the "talking" so things may or may not have been said the way I understood them. Why can't I learn spanish any faster??!
Outside there were four little pigs and we snapped a few photos with Carolina before Yelba's mom came outside to talk.* She said that she realized that Yelba needs to see a doctor to know what the problem is and asked if we would pay for it. I of course said no problem and told Yelba to come back to the house with me to get the money. On the walk, she started telling me that she's scared to play soccer and is hoping the blood work will help her. It was such a relief to know that we may have some more answers tomorrow as to what caused the attack on Saturday, and that her mother seems more genuinely concerned than upset with her.
On another note, Myra and Hubs' backpacks arrived today after two days of being given the Nicaraguan runaround. The bags arrived on Saturday night but they claimed that customs agents don't work on Sundays, which is interesting because there are flights that arrive in Managua on Sundays. In any event, the bags arrived so now they can all stop wearing Becky's clothes over and over. The barrio fan club has taken to them right away, and has also now begun showering them with gifts including mini-bananas, bracelets, gum, and flowers.
It was sad to say goodbye to food-in-a-bag, but we had a big picnic last night outside of Chepe's house, and Myra had her first experience with the hidden chilis in the ensalada. They are like explosions of fire in your mouth...it's unbelievable. I told the others that true friends would eat chilis to understand how Myra felt, but apparently they are too smart to fall for my nonsense.
That's all for now, off to Miami!
*Keep in mind I am the only one doing the "talking" so things may or may not have been said the way I understood them. Why can't I learn spanish any faster??!
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