Monday, December 31, 2007

Happy New Year!

I was thinking today of the how important repeated trips to Nica have been for me. My first trip I was virtually just an observer; paralyzed first by the unfamiliarity of my circumstances and later by the anger, sadness, and confusion inherent with exposure to the Nica life. In the same way a doctor doesn’t let the sight of blood hinder his work I’ve found that I can now see past the tangible manifestations of poverty and attempt to love the people who are trapped by them. This has been a gradual process, but now having been here six times I find myself in a position to roll up my sleeves and start working instead of just taking it all in.

Ben left early this morning. I just got an email from him saying that he arrived safely at home. I’m so glad he could visit and get a taste of life down here. The kids loved him and asked about him repeatedly today.

Carlos met us for lunch today and we were surprised to find only seven kids waiting to join us. I don’t quite understand the process of determining which kids come to work every day, but it seems like most days at least one stays home. Although I miss their company at lunch I am not too upset when they get a day off from working.

We had a quiet, peaceful lunch. Carlos interviewed the kids, getting information I’ll need when putting together packets for their sponsorship. After lunch Carlos and I went to the market to pick up notebooks, pencils, erasers, and pencil sharpeners. It’s amazing that about $18 bought ample supplies for 12 kids. I plan on giving them their stuff later this week.

Tonight is New Year’s Eve and I am looking forward to a relaxing evening. Most Nicaraguans, like Americans, go out tonight but I am excited about cleaning the house a little bit, watching a movie, and maybe reading. Any doubt that I am really an old man has now been eliminated. I hope that you all have a safe, fun New Year’s Eve!

Sunday, December 30, 2007

Weekend with Ben

Friday Ben and I headed to Vera Cruz, the town where Casa Bernabe, the orphanage at which we stayed during spring break, is located. Ben was looking forward to reconnecting with some kids he grew close to in March and I am always glad to the kids again. When we arrived at the orphanage we were told that all except for 3 kids were on vacation until Wednesday. We were disappointed but still wanted to walk around the orphanage grounds and visit the few kids who remained.

Walking through Casa Bernabe brought back many wonderful memories. I realized how much time I’ve been able to spend there over the last two years. We had a great time just walking around the farm talking about our experiences there. We didn’t see any kids until we got to the houses where we stayed last spring.

It turns out that my friend Giovanni, who I’ve spent considerable time with during each of my trips, was one of the kids who didn’t go on vacation. I was so pleasantly surprised to see him, especially considering the long odds that he would be one of the three left. We hung out for awhile and he joined us as we walked around.

After visiting the orphanage we headed into the town of Vera Cruz. We were thrilled to run into our friend Irvin, who drives our bus during the spring break trips, on the street. We hung out in Vera Cruz for about an hour before catching a bus back to Managua.

Friday night we went to the movies. We sat in the ‘VIP Club Section,’ meaning we watched the movie in recliners while someone brought us popcorn and refreshments. It was great, especially for $5.50!

Saturday we spent the day in Granada. We braved the hot sun and walked around for a few hours, checking out the churches and street vendors. I’m glad that Ben has seen a few other places than Managua. I think he’s gotten a good taste of the variety of life here in Nicaragua.

Our church outing was highlighted by unexpectedly seeing Jonathan, a kid from Casa whom Ben befriended in March. Ben was disappointed he didn’t see him when we visited Casa on Friday, so seeing him at church was a nice treat.

We spent the afternoon napping and watching football; it was lovely. We’re about to head out for a nice seafood dinner.

Hope you all had a great weekend!

Friday, December 28, 2007

Our Christmas Party

Do you know that feeling you get when you are obviously part of something much bigger than yourself? Well, we certainly experienced that last night.

Ben and I started out the day by picking up some soda and ice cream for the party with the kids. We were getting ready to head out for lunch with the kids when Ninoska called. She told us not to come for lunch, explaining they had to work during that time to make up for leaving early for our party. This news was quite sad and reminded us that, in order to be kids yesterday evening, they had to be adults for the day.

I’m not exaggerating when I say that the kids and their moms called me at least 8 times yesterday to confirm the time and place we would come to pick them up for the party. Being so used to the ‘yes is a yes and a no is a no’ society in the US, I’m still getting used to Nicaraguan’s unfamiliarity with setting firm plans.

Ben and I were nervous heading over to meet them. Would they be able to come? Would they even be there? How would we get the 5-20 people in taxis to my house? We didn’t exactly have the luxury of having printed out Google maps directions to give to taxi drivers. Would my apartment still be standing afterwards?

As soon as the kids spotted us they ran up to us, even more excited and energetic than usual. We immediately noticed they were all bathed and wearing clean clothes, many of which I recognized as those previously donated by you all. Their hair was combed and gelled. Even the moms and the grandma were wearing clean clothes. A few of the kids were still in their ‘work’ clothes, begging for money when we arrived. When they saw us they ran off and changed into their clean clothes, obviously overflowing with excitement. It was so precious to see how joyous the kids were just to be wearing their special, clean, new clothes. I think they would have been happy just to hang out on the street corner in their outfits.

With help from Ben and Carlos we managed to squeeze 20 of us into 3 cabs, caravanning to the apartment. Sitting upfront I was overjoyed to look into the rear-view mirror and see their smiling faces.

Ben and I decided it would be best to keep the kids outside as much as possible, thus giving them room to run around and also limiting the amount of damage to the apartment. We herded the kids into the pool area and then watched the inevitable happen when a group of 13 kids encounter a pool. Within minutes the boys were stripped down to their underwear and splashing around the water. The girls soon jumped in wearing my t-shirts, shorts and, when I ran out, boxers. The kids were out-of-control crazy, but in the best way possible. They were SO excited and having SO much fun that they couldn’t help but be loud, run around like madmen, and generally cause trouble.

I planned on ordering a bunch of pizza, thinking that the kids would welcome a change from the fried chicken and fries we have every day. Upon mentioning this idea I soon found out the extent of the kids’ love for the pollo frito, as they passionately rejected my initiative, screaming, “Pollo! Pollo!” So, Carlos made the call to Tip-Top and about 45 minutes later the moto-delivery man brought unbridled joy in the form of greasy comfort food.

The mothers assisted greatly in maintaining order while Ben and I dished out the food. Unlike our daily lunch outings, the kids peacefully and quietly stayed in line and waited for their chicken. I’m not sure how they can eat, and actually enjoy, fried chicken every day, but I guess when you don’t know what or when the next meal is going to be you take what you can get.

After dinner the kids ran around and dipped their feet in the pool. Thankfully they didn’t get all the way back in the water. They did, however, find repeated trips into the house to ‘go to the bathroom’ quite fun. I admit that I have a long way to go before I am ready for fatherhood but even I eventually picked up on their ploy.

One of the highlights of the evening was celebrating the grandmother’s birthday. When the kids told us it was her birthday Ben had the great idea of running to the store to pick up a gift. He came back with a beautiful flower arrangement, giving it to her as all of the kids sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to her. It looked like she was about to cry.

Carlos was kind enough to call some taxis to take everyone home. It took about 10 minutes to say goodbye, as we had to peel kids, moms, and a grandmother off us. As they were leaving we gave each kid a bag of clothes, books, candy, and toys; all donated by you. Since they were leaving just then they didn’t open the gifts until they got home. Ninoska called us about 30 minutes later, thanking us profusely for the gifts. She especially enjoyed the Spanish-English Bible.

Here is a story which I think speaks volumes about the character of these kids: After everyone left we noticed a couple of coins we had left out on the table from before the party. Knowing their situation, how strong must the temptation to take them must have been? Every kid walked by that table multiple times, often without us around, yet they didn’t do it. I was especially moved when I thought back how upset one girl, Aura, was when she lost 6 Cords (30 cents) while changing. How hard do you think it was for her to walk by that money?

The whole evening was better than I could have ever expected it to be. Sure, the party brought forth the expected frustrations and difficulties inherent with hosting 13 street kids for a pool party, but they are nothing that a mop and a bucket of soap can’t clean up.

I know as soon as the taxis pulled out of my neighborhood last night the kids returned to their unthinkably difficult lives. I realize that they merely played the part of Cinderella for the night and that they were back to washing car windshields this morning. I think that last night, though, is a memory that they will have forever. For a night they were not street kids that get laughed at, cursed at, and looked down upon every day. They were just kids; splashing around in the pool, eating fried chicken, and going in groups of girls to the bathroom to do their hair.

Being a part of the party last night was such an honor and a privilege. I am so thankful that God decided to involve me in his work. The party was yet another way that God showed me the blessings that come with service. I thought I would be giving of myself last night by hosting the kids. I thought that I would be the one who gave the blessing to the kids. Ever since the kids left last night I have been overwhelmed with gratitude. I am so thankful to have these kids in my life, and especially for what we were able to do last night. I was immensely blessed by the kids last night, and can only say “thank you” to them and God for allowing it to happen.

Back in Nica - Ben's Perspective

So when I was getting ready for this trip, I thought to myself, alright, this will be a calm, relaxing week. I’ll get to play with some street kids, hang out by the pool, maybe go to the market, but all in all, it’ll be chill. How wrong I was. I think I’ve done more in the past two days that I have all semester. First of all, getting down here was a miracle in and of itself, as my tickets weren’t registered with TACA and my connections were all 20 minutes apart. Once I got down here though, I soon realized that it would be an action packed five days.

After dropping off my bags, we went to lunch with the kids. I can’t even begin to explain what kind of experience that was. They completely blew me away in so many ways. I expected hardened young kids that lived a life of poverty and in need. But these kids were so incredibly joyous. I don’t mean happy to see us, even though they were, but I mean they had JOY inside of them. Sure, there were some moments where I had to go to my happy place and count to ten to avoid snapping, but that’s how kids are supposed to be. Their gracious attitude and love for Dyl completely floored me. Even the 80 year old grandmother on the street corner was elated to see him.

We went from lunch to the market, and holy cow, it was so awesome. I love those kinds of environments. I guess I’ve watched too much food network and travel channel. When we got home I crashed, and that nap felt so good!

Yesterday we went to Masaya, a town about an hour away from Managua and explored around there. It was much more chill than the capital. I had a blast getting lost in the city and just wandering around for a while.

When we came home last night, we got ready for the party. We went and picked up the kids and brought them back to Dyl’s in four taxis. The expressions on their faces when we pulled up and they saw the pool and balloons really made me think about their life and their situation. I can only imagine that this was the first time these kids have seen a pool or this kind of neighborhood. We played, they swam, and we ate more pollo frito. I’m sure Dyl will cover more of the details… but all in all it was such a mind-blowing experience.

Even though I was so exhausted mentally from the party, I had this unexplainable satisfaction deep inside. When I’m down here and I see the love these people have for each other and for complete strangers, I’m just reminded how powerful God’s love for us is. I feel as if I always thought of this kind of trip as me serving the Lord and sharing His love with others, but the more I do these kind of things, the more I realize that these experiences are instead His loving me, His people serving me in ways I could never imagine. As each day goes by down here, I’m reminded of the ever-present pain and suffering in this world, but almost instantly I see God’s love shining through the dirt and smoke to provide light, strength and hope for all His people.

Thursday, December 27, 2007

Ben's First Day

Pictures from my parents’ visit and the last few weeks with the kids are posted:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/dwnicaragua/

Ben arrived yesterday morning, having left Dulles at 2:45am and made two connections in Guatemala and El Salvador, impressively energetic and ready for a Nicaraguan adventure. We came home for a bit before meeting the kids for lunch.

I hold myself solely responsible for jinxing the calm that presided over the first 20 or so minutes of lunch by remarking to Ben how peaceful and well-behaved the kids were being. Shortly following my regrettable comment, and Brad’s surprise arrival, I think the kids gathered together and decided to have a contest of who could be the craziest.

I will give them credit for their success in this endeavor; they are quite talented! J Even though I complain sometimes about their behavior I know that we all, including myself, had a wonderful time. They were just so happy and excited by the food, friends, and visitors that they couldn’t help but be a little out of control. It’s a good problem to have, I think. I will say, though, that in light of this experience I do not foresee myself becoming a father anytime in the near future. I can barely take care of myself, much less a completely dependent child!

After lunch we caught a couple buses to the market to change some money and do some shopping. Ben and I had fun walking through the madness that is Huembes. Even though I’ve been there a bunch of times I still thoroughly enjoy the trip.

When we arrived home we found that our internet had been suspended due to lack of payment. I admit that I did not pay the bill, but this is only because I never received one! So, Ben and I walked to the cable company’s office to rectify the situation. I’m so thankful he was here to sort things out as I do not have close to the vocabulary necessary to do so.

Last night we had dinner at the little restaurant near our house. We enjoyed some delicious gallo pinto and fried plantains, in addition to chicken and steak. It was great.

I’m not quite sure what we’re getting ourselves into tonight. I invited the kids over to my house for a Christmas party. It will be madness, but lots of fun, I’m sure.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

Christmas and Ben's Arrival

Ninoska called me while I was walking to the bus stop yesterday, telling me that no one would be at the street corner because their aunt was in the hospital. I thought it would be a good idea to stop by just to make sure no one was there, though. So, I walked to the bus stop, noticing how quiet the streets were. Keren told us on Monday that the country is essentially shut down on Christmas day, explaining that most people go to the beach.

It turns out she was right. I realized that, unlike normally, I was the only person waiting at the stop or the stop across the street. Usually the buses come ever 5-10 minutes. After 20 minutes without seeing one I inferred that the buses weren’t running. I walked back home, stopping to talk with Erwin for about 25 minutes.

My parents brought their computer to my aunt's house for the family Christmas party and I had the opportunity to Skype with them for a few minutes. I enjoyed seeing everyone and feeling like I was part of the party. Technology is pretty amazing.

Brad and I agreed the other day that we needed to “Americanize” our Christmas so he and Esmir came over to throw the football around yesterday afternoon. While we were just playing catch a group of three Nicaraguan teenagers who were walking by challenged us to a game. Brad asked if they knew the rules and they responded, “mas o menos,” meaning ‘more or less.’

I think that I would describe their familiarity with football as being more on the ‘less’ side. Concepts such as the line of scrimmage, only one forward pass per down, and downs themselves were novel to our opponents. The game quickly evolved into a free-flowing affair that resembled handball more than football. We all had a great time though. I think the kids enjoying playing a new game with the “gringos” and we had fun trying to explain our country’s favorite sport.

I’m about to leave to go meet my friend Ben at the airport. He’ll be here until the morning of the 31st. It will be great to see him and I’m looking forward to benefiting from his fluency in Spanish! I know the kids will love him, too.

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas!

Nicaraguans celebrate Christmas on the 24th, so while you all are busy exchanging presents, eating delicious meals, and spending time with family today my holiday celebrations are complete.

I wasn’t sure if the kids would be on the corner yesterday when I left the house. I was hoping that I would not find them there, since that would imply they were celebrating their holiday at home or elsewhere. However, they were all out there like any other day.

We had a pretty good lunch; the kids were excited that Brad, Kiki, and her brother surprised us. All of these fun visitors raised the kids’ energy level several notches, though. There was some drama between Aura, the girl who just got signed up in the program on Friday, and Sonia. Brad told me that he saw them all-out brawling the other day and it seems like the animosity still remains.

Our good friend Keren invited Brad and me to join her family for a traditional Nicaraguan Christmas dinner last night. Brad wanted to go visit the kids in the orphanage where we go for spring break, which is down the street from Keren’s house, beforehand so we left my house around 3pm. When we got there we realized there was a group of Americans with the kids already so, not wanting to intrude, we instead spent a few hours walking around the town of Vera Cruz. Brad knows a good amount of people there so we stopped by three houses and chatted with some of his friends.

Nicaraguans, in general, seem to be much more hospitable than Americans. Upon arriving, unannounced, we were immediately offered chairs, drinks, and even a look at what must be one of the most treasured possessions – the family photo album. Brad and I couldn’t get over how Nicaraguans usually do not smile for pictures. There were countless pictures from someone’s wedding, and the people looked absolutely miserable in every one. Just a cultural difference, I guess. One family even talked Brad and me into taking turns riding their horse around their property. I will say that this was a new way to celebrate Christmas for me.

Keren’s mom cooked us a delicious dinner. It was a true feast. Along with Keren’s parents we dined with six of their closest friends and some boys from the orphanage. Although I couldn’t really understand the conversation it was nice to be included in such a special gathering.

Not surprisingly, Christmas Eve is a HUGE night for fireworks here. Somehow we managed to stay awake until midnight, when we, along with I think every other person in Managua, set them off. I felt like I was in a war zone.

Clearly, Christmas is celebrated very differently here than at home. Although Nicaragua is a very strong and open Catholic country the religious aspect of Christmas seems to be minimal in importance. Also, while (fake) Christmas trees and Christmas lights are fairly common, gift exchanging doesn’t seem to be too common. Due to the weather, fireworks, and pace of the evening, last night felt much more like the Fourth of July than Christmas.

Although I miss my family and our Christmas traditions greatly I am glad that I could experience a Nicaraguan Christmas. I am so blessed to have such great friends here who could make the evening so special.

Sunday, December 23, 2007

Weekend Recap

Friday was pretty exciting. I spent the morning researching the necessary steps to starting a non-profit, even creating some by-laws. Carlos joined me and the kids for lunch. I counted the kids as they were sitting and eating; somehow 13 of them were there. It’s getting harder and harder to tell kids they can’t come as I get to know more of them. Also, I’m leaving so soon that I want to include as many as I can. Carlos is quite helpful in keeping the kids in line, though.

During lunch Carlos and I decided that we’d take Aura, a girl who recently entered the program, to the market to buy her supplies that afternoon. Through Carlos I found out that Aura was left by her mother on her grandmother’s doorstep when she was one month old. Her grandmother, who has to be at least 70 years old, has raised her ever since. Aura also has a bother, Eber, who was abandoned by his family a few years ago. I wasn’t able to figure out if they are biological brother and sister. They are very close, either way. Upon hearing about her brother, Carlos and I agreed that we had to include him in the program, too.

So, after lunch we took a trip to the market, with their grandmother, to buy supplies. We got backpacks, shoes, uniforms, and socks. Both Eber and Aura were so thankful. They are both reserved, preferring to sit back and watch the action at lunch while the rest of the kids run around like animals. I’ve enjoyed spending time with them and am glad that they’ll be able to get back into school.

Friday evening was fairly uneventful. I went grocery shopping and then for a run. Now that I’m not 22 anymore I have no qualms about going to sleep at 10pm on Friday nights. J

Saturday’s highlight was definitely having lunch with Angel, our real estate agent and friend. He speaks great English and loves talking about current events and Nicaraguan life. He painted a fairly discouraging picture of the situation. I appreciated his perspective and insight.

This afternoon I went to Catarina, a small tourist spot about 40 minutes from Managua, with my friend Erwin. Erwin is a security guard for a building that I pass by on my way to and from the bus stop, and we’ve become friends over the course of our daily chats for the last few months. Earlier this week he asked me if I wanted to hang out today. When he suggested Catarina, explaining it offered a beautiful view, a nice breeze, Nicaraguan music, and good seafood, I agreed to go this afternoon.

One of Erwin’s friends took us to Catarina in his taxi. Once we arrived I realized that I’d been there once before on my trip here last August. The main attraction is the overlook into a lake-filled crater. It really is beautiful. We took some pictures, walked around, and had some iced tea and shrimp soup at a restaurant overlooking the view. Erwin speaks very quickly and is hard to understand, so our conversations mostly consist of him speaking and me alternating between saying, “What?’, “Yes,” and “No.” He is a really nice guy, though, and we had a good time.

When I got back I went on a run and then cooked some delicious Hawaiian pizza using some leftover ham and the pineapple I bought for 60 cents(!) yesterday. The pineapple tasted extra sweet because I chopped it up with my machete.

Tomorrow, Christmas Eve, is the big day to celebrate here. I’m going to our friend Keren’s house for dinner and fireworks. It should be fun. Sonia called me tonight to tell me that the kids aren’t going to be at the street corner tomorrow. I am going to go though, just in case she was only talking about her family. I will be happy if they are not there, though, they deserve a day off for Christmas.

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Dad's Observations

Here's what my father, Gary, had to say about the trip:



I have been asked by several people, “How was the trip?” I still can’t come up with any sort of an answer that justifies the experience. Maybe that’s because I still can’t answer it for myself.

Dylan gave a better blow-by-blow than I can so I’ll take this opportunity to recall a few observations.

Ø I remember the look on Jonathan’s face (maybe 2 or 3 years old at the orphanage that Lauren worked in) as I held him. It was the first of many curious “stares” as it seems many in Nicaragua had no idea what to make of me. After a few minutes he smiled and began unbuttoning my shirt as if to see if I really was that color all over.

Ø I am amazed at the courage of Lauren, Dylan, & their friend from VA, Brad, to come down here and do what they doing. I don’t know any of my friends at this age that would have even considered such a journey. I know I wouldn’t have.

Ø I was overwhelmed by the basic human instinct of children to just be held.

Ø 90 degrees in December, tropical foliage, I can’t understand one word anyone is saying, I’m a foot taller than everyone I see and there’s Christmas decorations – look at the signpost up ahead – I’ve entered The Twilight Zone.

Ø I still laugh at Mikeal’s reaction to us asking if they sold human body parts at the notorious Oriental Market in Managua. (“Oh no way!”) One of the kids said you could buy a kidney there.

Ø The taxi drivers here have a system of morse code that uses car horns.

Ø I saw pictures of “The Dump” from Dylan’s previous trips. I watched a video on YouTube of it & now I have driven through it and seen it with my own eyes and it is still inconceivable to me that hundreds of people live and work in this place; much less that it contains 2 schools and kids grow up there.

Ø As much of the “good” garbage is picked over and used or sold, a lot of the rest is randomly burned wherever people want throughout the city. This leaves a fairly constant smell of smoke wherever you go in Managua.

Ø You can hear fireworks every night in most of the city. Bless these folks – they are celebrating something.

Ø There are only 2 musical rhythms in this country. Both of them sound very similar after 4 days.

Ø I liked the food here in Nicaragua better than in Italy. It must be me.

Ø The public bus system is primary highly decorated (trust me when I say “highly decorated” – many colors, steamers, colored lights inside) old USA school buses. I am convinced that The Partridge Family runs the mass transit department here.

Ø It’s universal across the world – I have seen it now in so many countries – kids just love Marianne from the second they see her. I used to tease her that it was because they were the same size. But I know it’s because most kids are very good judges of character and can see her heart. “Dylan’s kids” had her surrounded within seconds. Really; no exaggeration. I am fortunate that I get some of the halo effect (I guess they figure the big guy can’t be too bad if he’s with her) and they let me play too.

Ø I have been amazed for years at Dylan’s ability to be patient, listen and react to immense challenges. What I saw and what he is doing in Nicaragua has taken that respect and wonder to a level that is indescribable.

Ø I never felt from the kids, “I wish I had what they have.” I find myself, in hindsight, not only freshly thankful for what God has blessed me with, but also wishing I had some of what they have – the resilience, courage, appreciation and ability to find joy in the simplest things. I will work on that.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Mom's Guest Blog

Here's a special treat: Not only do you all get a break from reading my writing for a day, but instead you can enjoy my mom's reflections of her trip here last week. I'll post my dad's tomorrow. Enjoy!



Gary and I just spent 4 days visiting Dylan in Managua. Our goal was to experience what life is like for him there. Due to his great planning and thoughtfulness that is exactly what happened – and more!

During those days we: went to a baseball game in the capital’s stadium, visited Lauren’s orphanage and met her sweet children, met Dylan’s kids and their mothers and enjoyed spending time with them at Managua’s versions of Chuck E. Cheese and Chic-Fil-A, toured Managua with taxi driver and friend, Mikael (Nicaragua’s version of Borat), met other friends Brad, Keren, and Esmir, shopped in a local market and grocery store, toured the dump and a music store, ate great food and didn’t eat not so great food and attended Dylan’s church. We definitely came away having seen, smelled, felt, heard, and tasted a bit of Nicaragua.

Just a few general observations first: Managuans are a hard working and scrappy people- even though their efforts are sometimes inefficient ways to get a job done. They make do with what they have.

They value children yet many of them roam the markets, streets and tourist places selling food, trinkets or washing windshields.

They love color and style and take pride in appearance yet there is litter everywhere.

They are a live-and-let-live culture and as Lauren said “There is always a party somewhere.” Despite some hard conditions, they are passionate and full of life.

So the memories of taste I will carry with me include: guava jelly on toast, fried banana chips, cold Victoria beer at the stadium, rice and beans, coke with no ice, rice and beans, a sizzling steak and protein bars.

I will remember the sounds of loud Latino music coming from taxis, store fronts, cars, buses, homes and street corners. The words “Bueno,” “Hey Gringo- do you want cashews?”, ”one dollar,” the rattle of the dilapidated cabs and buses, “Granadanadanada,” beep beep and honk honk. The whistling and the alarm clock birds, the excited chatter of the children I couldn’t understand, these children calling “Tia Lorena” and “Deelan”, and noisy parakeets at the grocery store.

Memory smells include: onions frying, trash burning, the coppery smell of children who are almost clean, fried chicken and French fries, monkey cages, air fresheners in taxis, the unfamiliar smells of the market.

The feel of tropical breezes blowing, wind whipping through my hair as we traveled along, a warm and tiny hand on my wrist as the owner begged for cordobas, the press of sweaty people on a bus, the tangle of many children’s hands in my hair as they explored its colors as well as my hearing aids, the intense sun and cooling breeze on my face simultaneously, and the arms of children wrapped around my neck, shoulders, and waist.

I pray that I will always keep the images, both good and hard, of this trip in my heart and mind as well. The lush tropical and bright colored foliage, the dirty and desperate faces of the very young and very old, cows and horses sharing a highway with cars and buses, women of all ages working in tall heels, everything sold in bags - milk, water, life possessions, food - people riding bicycles carrying floor lamps, countertops, or 2 other people, stray dogs, cows and people eating from trash piles, lovers enjoying ice cream and a smooch at the mini zoo, bright birds and houses, gleaming smiles, the dancing man at church, fireworks, Christmas trees everywhere, lots of jeans, people selling everything – really, Hello Kitty, signs and lots of barred doors and windows.

Thanks for taking the time to share this with me. It was a trip that has impacted me, hopefully forever. I left Nicaragua knowing some new things: That Dylan is capable of embracing a new environment and creating a balanced life there. That he has listened to and obeyed God and that God very much loves the Managuan people and is very present there.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Another day of visitors!

Our first surprise guest was Brad, who was driving by on his motorcycle and stopped by to say hello to the kids. The kids were overjoyed to see him. In the 15 minutes we were at Pollo Campero before his arrival they probably asked me 10 times if he was coming. They gave him a rock-star entrance, chanting his name and swarming him as if they hadn’t seen him in years.

To add to the excitement, Kiki and her brother, Rob, who’s visiting for a week, showed up shortly thereafter. The kids, especially the girls, love Kiki. Rob, who doesn’t speak any Spanish, was a quick favorite after assuming the role of a horse, giving rides to multiple boys at a time on his back. I think they had a really good time today.

One sad note – recently (the last 2 weeks or so) one or two kids remain on the corner washing cars each day while the rest of the kids come to lunch. They rotate, which, I guess, is better than having the same kids miss lunch every day. My efforts to convince all of them to come are always in vain.

After lunch Brad gave me a ride to the market on the back of his motorcycle – what fun! Even though it’s only about a 10 minute trip and we didn’t crack 25 mph it was still quite enjoyable. I got a haircut and did some Christmas shopping. The guy who cuts my hair always insists on slicking it back with an obscene amount of gel, thus assuring that I look like an Italian mobster when I leave. I am pretty sure that my attempts at haggling were taken a little more seriously with my new look, though. Last time I went to the market, with my parents, I got hopelessly lost. I vowed not to allow this to happen today. I was successful, but found myself erring to the other extreme as I walked by the same vendors at least four times. Oh well.

The market is on the same bus line as my neighborhood so I was able to ride my favorite, ruta 117, all the way home. I again find myself sitting by the pool enjoying a nice breeze. I will really miss this place when I return home. God has been so generous to me throughout this experience. I’ve been so blessed to have found the kids, great friends, and a wonderful apartment. Even more, though, I am reminded every day of how loved and supported I am by family and friends. As if these things aren’t enough, I’ve also experienced the blessing that comes through service. I came here trying to figure out how God wanted me to serve and have found myself on the receiving end of so much love. Nicaragua is a wonderful place. I know I will always remain involved here.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Baby Steps

The day started off on a “Nicaraguan” note. I watched two buses pass by my stop without halting. As these buses drove by I figured out why – they were already overflowing with people. I’ve been on some mighty crowded buses here so the fact that the bus driver considered his vehicle full is quite noteworthy. I managed to hop on the third bus, albeit by the slimmest of margins. The bus started to take off while I was still waiting for the person in front of me to board, so I was lucky to grab onto the bar and hop up as it was slowly gaining speed. This, too, was ridiculously crowded and I soon found that I couldn’t advance beyond the first step. Shortly thereafter the bus door proceeded to close, trapping my arm in the process. I wiggled it out but was worried that the previous two minutes would set the tone for the day. Thankfully they didn’t.

Brad and Carlos, the man we hired as the local director for the sponsorship program, joined us for lunch today. We had a great time. The kids love when Brad comes because he is so great about playing with them. They often tell me that he is more fun than I am, which I must agree is a true statement. He kept them entertained by sliding down the slide in the play area (I have no idea how he fit), playing high-five hand games with the girls, and allowing the kids to climb all over him. Now that I am old I can’t keep up with the kids like I once could. Brad was also a big hit because he took turns giving the kids rides on his motorcycle. Lunch was great. The kids had fun playing with Brad and talking with Carlos. He is also wonderful with the kids.

After lunch Carlos and I went to a local coffee shop to talk about the program. We worked out some financial details and discussed our vision for the future. I am beyond excited for this endeavor. I found out today that Carlos did translation work for World Vision for seven years and has an abundance of knowledge about its sponsorship program. We brainstormed some ideas for fundraising and spreading the word about what we are doing.

So, what’s the next step? We have to get the final 3 kids in this initial round signed up for school. Then, the fundraising begins. I plan on putting together a brochure with information and pictures sometime soon. Although all of the details need to be ironed out, it looks like it will cost around $28/month to sponsor a kid. I’ll surely put more information on this blog when it’s official.

Also, I am seriously considering starting a non-profit organization when I return to the States in a few weeks. This will help with fundraising, since I understand why people will likely have reservations about writing checks directly to me. Although it is overkill for the size of the program in its current incipient state, I think it would be prudent to lay the foundations for growth now while we’re still putting everything together. Again, I’ll post more when I can.

I am currently typing this blog while sitting poolside. The sun is setting and I’m enjoying a calm breeze and a temperature around 80. The wireless router I’m borrowing from my dad unbelievably transmits a great signal that reaches here. I hesitate in writing this, as everyone who might have felt a bit of sympathy for me for living in a developing country certainly just lost it, especially those in snowy/windy/cold Baltimore.

Thanks for reading this. I am so honored that you care enough to follow what we’ve been a part of down here. Moving to Nicaragua has really shown me how loved I am back home.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Lunch with Kiki

My friend Kiki joined us for lunch today, much to the delight of the kids. I met Kiki, a Canadian who works for a microfinance company, on our language school trip to Mombacho volcano a month or so ago. We’ve been in contact and she wanted to come today to see what I do with the kids.

Interestingly enough, Kiki already knew some of the kids. Like me, she was approached by the kids outside of Metrocentro one day and, also like me, agreed to buy them fried chicken. She told me she has hung out with them twice already. The kids loved having her there and it was great to share what we’ve been able to do with getting them into school. She also speaks very good Spanish so I know the kids appreciated having someone there with whom they could actually hold conversations.

Four new kids came today. I have seen them around but never invited them before. In fact, I’ve even turned a few of the boys away before because I didn’t want to bring more than 11 at a time. Today, though, some of the regulars were missing so I asked the four other kids if they wanted to join us.

Tomorrow, Carlos, the man we hired to be the local director, is coming to lunch with us. I think it’s important that he spends some time with the kids while I’m still here, as it will ease the transition when I leave. After lunch we’ll get to talk about the business side of the program.

It’s hard for me to believe that I only have about a week of “normal” time left down here. My good friend Ben is visiting from Dec. 26-31 and my girlfriend Emily will be here from Jan. 2-8. I leave on Jan 11, so the end really is in sight. I have mixed feelings about leaving. More about that later – I still have a lot of time to enjoy here!

Monday, December 17, 2007

What a birthday!

I arrived at the street corner to find the kids waiting with beautiful birthday cards and pictures. I saw the remnants of their craft-making efforts and could immediately tell how much work went into the cards. They then proceeded to sing “Happy Birthday” to me in English. It was incredible. The kids were so excited for my birthday, much more so than I was. I was so touched by their selfless gestures and enthusiasm.

We then proceeded to Pollo Campero. Some of the regulars – Carlos, Kevin, Ninoska, and Stephanie were there, but the kids from the two other families weren’t on the street. While I certainly missed their company, it worked out to be a blessing in disguise because their absence allowed some kids who I usually am forced to turn away, due to the number issue, a chance to come. I adore this girl Aura, who’s a fairly new addition to the corner, and was glad she could come. Two new kids – a boy and a girl – also joined us.

I was already feeling very loved, thanks to the cards and pictures, when we entered Pollo Campero. Our friend Keren and her mother were waiting there to surprise me with a birthday cake, making the afternoon even more special. I was so touched by Keren’s kindness. She spent the time and money to have a cake made, with my name on it, and even surprised me and the kids.

Ninoska’s mother also joined us today, which was lovely. I really appreciate her company. Even though we can’t communicate that well I can tell how much she loves her kids and how appreciative she is of us spending time with them. She was nice enough to give me a pair of sunglasses for a present, which was even more touching considering she already gave me a Che Guevara necklace last week.

We had a great time and, as a plus, the kids were extremely well behaved since their mom was there. The only negative part of the day is that I am now feeling the effects of eating the gigantic piece of cake Ninoska’s mother served me. J

Ninoska and I discussed the possibility of her coming to the US one day. I told her that it is hard, but not impossible, to obtain a visa. I think it would be great if she could come one day and I told her that she could possibly come for college. I encouraged her to study hard and do well in school if she was serious about this.

I am not sure what direction my continued involvement with Nicaragua will take. I know that I am committed to helping these kids enter, and stay in school, but in addition to that I am unclear. Perhaps my involvement will evolve into bringing kids to the US for visits or schooling, but only the future will tell.

Today truly was a wonderful day. Like so many times before, I was served and loved by kids who have so little. When I step back and think about today’s occurrences, I am so grateful for how loved I am here. As a person who, comparatively, has “everything,” to be loved and treated so well by Nicaraguan street kids is quite humbling and meaningful.

I’ve received many wonderful, thoughtful, and special birthday gifts throughout the years, but the wonderful party, cards, and pictures I received today are certainly some of the most memorable.

Sunday, December 16, 2007

Some Reflections on a Bittersweet Weekend

This past weekend has been one of great emotions. Having my parents visit was wonderful – I was thrilled to see them and give them a glimpse into Nicaraguan life. On the other hand, it was very difficult to say goodbye to Lauren. I am so happy for her to return home, but I know that I am going to miss her so much. My time here will certainly be different. She’s been such an incredible friend and encouragement to me throughout the last three months. I know that we will always be close in light of these shared experiences, though.

Thursday was a great day. We took a taxi to Lauren’s orphanage, although we had to get out and walk the last mile or so due to the multitude of police officers surrounding the neighborhood. President Ortega’s house is quite close to the orphanage and evidently something of importance was going down.

My parents and I loved the visit to Lauren’s orphanage. The kids are wonderful and obviously love Tia Lorena (Aunt Lauren) so much. I regret not visiting sooner, since I benefited immensely from meeting the kids and seeing the place. Now I can put faces and sights with all of the stories I’ve heard over the last few months.

After our visit we took a cab to the Huembes market to do some shopping. I managed to get us extremely lost in the bustling market, thus unintentionally giving my parents an extended tour of sections of the market I’d previously never set foot in. We had a good time though, and they picked up some gifts and coffee.

Thursday evening we threw a party for the street kids. We met the group – which had swelled to 17, 19 including two of the moms – on the corner and took them to the Fun House, an establishment quite similar to Chuck E. Cheese. I was looking forward to the party because both my parents and Lauren would be meeting the kids for the first time.

The party was wild and fun. I took great pleasure in watching my parents and Lauren interact with the kids. Watching two hugely important, but previously separate, facets of my life come together was quite enjoyable and meaningful. The kids had a great time eating chicken nuggets and running around playing the various games. My mom had the brilliant idea of bringing a Polaroid camera, meaning the kids were able to leave with pictures of themselves.

Friday we toured Managua with my friend Mikael, a translator/taxi driver. He first took us to La Chureca – the city dump – where hundreds of people work and live. My parents had seen pictures and heard me talk about this place and wanted to see it for themselves. Mikael drove us throughout the dump for about 30 minutes, giving us a chance to really experience the atrocious reality of the situation. It was terrible. Even though I’ve been there several times before watching a large group of people sift through trash heaps like ants on ant hills was awful.

After La Chureca we visited a music store and a small zoo. Along the way we had a chance to talk with Mikael, discussing Nicaraguan politics, history, and life. He is quite a character, so the conversation was very entertaining.

We met the kids for lunch after our tour on Friday. There was some drama concerning who was allowed to come. I figured this might happen since we took such a large group to our party the day before. I knew that I could take a large group on Friday, since my parents would be there to help keep order, but I would then be faced with the same dilemma on Monday. With this in mind I decided to just invite the same 10 kids. My previous attempts of implementing a rotation ended very badly, so I knew this wasn’t an option. I had a lot of trouble telling four kids they couldn’t come. It really was heartbreaking, but I think I need to keep the group from going completely out of control.

We had a good lunch – the kids were quite amused by my mom’s hearing aids and my dad’s white skin. My parents were wonderful with them – never showing any insecurities or hesitation despite the language barrier and culture shock. My mom brought some pictures of me from when I was younger to show the kids. Clearly they had a great time making fun of me.

Friday evening our friends Keren and Brad joined my parents, Lauren, and me for a nice dinner at an Italian restaurant. I’m glad my family could meet two of our best friends here and we could all share a special meal for Lauren’s last night in Managua. It was great.

Saturday I accompanied Lauren to the airport very early in the morning. Watching her leave was so sad! I know she’s going to enjoy spending time with family and friends though, so I am happy for her.

My parents and I then caught a bus to Granada where we enjoyed a nice lunch and spent the afternoon walking the streets and picking up some crafts from a few street vendors. I’m glad my parents were able to see a completely different side of Nicaragua in Granada. The Spanish colonial architecture was a welcomed change of scenery. Due to its much smaller size the feel of the town is quite different, too.

Saturday night we dined at a wonderful restaurant called La Plancha. In addition to the delicious steaks, I really just enjoyed my parents’ company. I’ve really missed them over the last 2+ months. I’m glad we could have a tasty, relaxing dinner to cap off their trip.

This morning I took my folks to church. We could only stay for the first hour, since we had to get to the airport, but they got to experience the festive atmosphere of Latin worship.

Although the departures of both Lauren and my parents ensured that this weekend would end on a down note, I take comfort in knowing that the wonderful times I had with both is the reason. Only because I enjoy both Lauren and my parents so much is this hard. So, in that light, it’s a good problem to have.

Ok, that’s enough for now. Thanks for reading this supersized blog. Something to look out for though - my parents will be submitting a guest blog entry sometime soon.

Friday, December 14, 2007

Hi! Just wanted to let you know my parents and I are doing quite well. I'll write more when I get a chance, but please know that we're having a wonderful time.

Lauren leaves in the morning, and I am very sad. It's been so wonderful having such an amazing friend throughout this experience. Life in Nica will be quite different without her. I really feel like we have been teammates throughout this endeavor, and I know we will remain close forever in light of our times here together.

I'll write more soon - probably sunday after my parents leave. I hope you all are well!

love,
dylan

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Parents and Pictures

My parents arrived safely yesterday afternoon and enjoyed an evening of true Nicaraguan pleasures. We took a walk through our neighborhood, thus acquainting my parents with both our living situation and the intense Nicaraguan sun, checked into their hotel, and went grocery shopping. At dinner Lauren and I made sure to introduce them to Gallo Pinto (rice and beans) and fried plantains, which they seemed to like. Last night we attended a baseball game, which provided my parents with a sample of Nicaraguan culture. The festive atmosphere, interesting food, and inescapable poverty were all representative of life here.

This morning we plan on visiting Lauren's orphanage for a bit. Shockingly, I've never been, so I'm looking forward to putting sights and faces with the stories I hear about every day. Afterwards we might stop by the market and/or spend some time at the pool. This evening my parents, Lauren, and I are going to have a special party with the kids. It will surely be a good time.

I just posted a bunch of pictures from my time with the kids, including some from the Purisima celebration, the school 7 of the kids will be attending, and all of them with their new backpacks. Here's the link: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dwnicaragua/


I hope everyone is well. Stay warm and dry back in lovely Baltimore.

Love,
dw

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

A Look Back

Here’s a more thorough account of yesterday’s occurrences:

Keren came to pick me up in a taxi, bringing along her family friend Carlos, the man she recommended to be the local director of the program. Carlos is a 59 year-old English teacher in a nearby private college, so immediately I was relieved to learn that we will be able to communicate directly, in English. He studied at the University of San Francisco in the late ‘60s and early ‘70s, where he learned English. He’s done translation work with Keren for various trips to the orphanage, so he also has experience working with underprivileged children. I had a chance to talk with him throughout the day, and he seems like a great guy who is very interested in what we are doing.

The day started off a bit trying as, when we arrived at the street corner, the moms informed us that all of the schools we planned on visiting were closed. We decided to visit the schools anyway, since it would be beneficial for Carlos to at least learn where they are. Since the three moms all wanted to send their kids to different schools, we planned on visiting three.

Surprisingly, the first school we visited was open. I was very impressed with the facility. A ring of classrooms in the shape of a U surround a large, clean open space for recreation. Karla wants to send her 3 kids there. It appeared much nicer than the second school we were planning on visiting – where Ninoska’s mom, Patricia, wanted to send her 4 kids – which I saw when I went to Ninoska’s house last month. Upon seeing this school, Patricia decided that she wanted to send her 4 kids there, too. We felt this was a great decision, since this school seemed to be much nicer and it would make Carlos’ job of checking in on the kids much easier.

So, we filled out some paperwork and paid the entrance fees and tuition for the first 2 months for the 7 kids. Patricia and one of Karla’s kids, Sonia, were there with us during this process. We had such fun watching them get so excited. It was a powerful moment when we signed all of the forms and paid the money – knowing that this sponsorship program was turning from an abstract idea into a reality.

Carlos had to leave to teach an English workshop, so we put off visiting the other school until next week. Fortunately, he is already familiar with it since it is in his neighborhood.

We then went to Metrocentro for lunch before taking 9 kids – in two taxis – to the market. I thought it was hard controlling the kids at Pollo Campero, which at least is an enclosed area and has a play zone, but the market proved far harder! The kids were SO excited – first by the taxi ride, then by the market.

We were able to buy uniforms, backpacks, shoes, and socks for all of the kids. It was a long, arduous process, but in the end all of the kids were well-supplied. The hardest part was picking out shoes for the girls. The boys were ready in less than 10 minutes. The girls took an hour and got kicked out of one store. I can say that some things – girls being picky about shoes – cross cultural boundaries!

The taxi ride back to the street corner was delightful. The kids were brimming with joy over their new goodies, and we were thrilled to get so much accomplished in one day.

Reflecting upon yesterday’s events, I am both humbled and overwhelmed with thanksgiving. I’m so thankful for all of the amazing support we’ve received while trying to get this program off of the ground. I’ve had a chance to, at least in part; appreciate the thoughts, prayers, and emails you all have sent us. Keren, Carlos, Lauren, Brad, and Esmir have proven integral to our work so far.

We got a feeling that the program will have no trouble attracting potential prospects. The guard at the school got wind of our work and asked if his brother-in-law’s kids could join in. Both Keren and Carlos said they know many kids who would love to be a part of it. Although it was difficult to say no, I thought it would be best to limit the size of the program initially. Once we get the kinks worked out and everything running smoothly, I think it would be wonderful to expand.

Yesterday was great, but we still have lots of work to do. Next week we’ll go to the other school and, if it is open, register the remaining three kids. I will also start working on ways to publicize our work in order to attract funding. Finally, we’ll get to fund-raising.

Alright, I’m off to the airport to pick up my parents. They will be here until Sunday. I’m so excited to see them!

Much love,

dylan

Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Off to School...

What a day! I will post more tomorrow when I have more time, but I just wanted to give a brief update on today’s adventures. We hired a man named Carlos to run the program, enrolled 7 of the 10 kids in school, and took a trip to the market to purchase uniforms, backpacks, shoes, and socks. I am so thrilled with the incredible progress we were fortunate to have made today.

I’ll write more tomorrow, Lauren and I are going to get some things done and go out for the cheeseburgers we’ve been craving. Thank you so much for your support. I’m so excited that this sponsorship program is actually off the ground and that most of the kids are in school.

Have a great night!

Much love,

dylan

Monday, December 10, 2007

Plans Postponed

Today didn’t go as expected – maybe it did, since Nicaragua isn’t so conducive to plans – but we still had a good time. The plan was for Keren to meet us at Pollo Campero for lunch and then get the mothers and visit the schools to discuss enrolling the kids. Unfortunately Keren’s car broke down and she wasn’t able to make it. We’re scheduled to go tomorrow, though, so hopefully that will work out.

It’s so funny how different my current work situation is from what I initially expected. I thought I would have an official position with a microfinance organization, doing some office work, field work, and writing. I also considered working at the orphanage where I spent my spring breaks, but figured that I wanted a job that was both more structured and not with kids. I really enjoy working with kids but also know that I get worn out with them quite quickly and didn’t think I had the patience to be with them every day.

Well, it looks like God had other things in store, as my “job” entails working with kids in a very unofficial and unstructured manner. Funny how that happens…

Anyways, the kids were a handful today, but still great. I don’t know what was up with my little friend Ysaac. He definitely wasn’t he usual bubbly self today. He started complaining and sulking when I didn’t give him the piece of chicken he wanted. At first he just refused to eat and sat in the corner, but after a few minutes he told me he was leaving and walked out, despite my commands to wait. After about 20 minutes of standing outside and looking in at the kids playing, then running around the parking lot, he returned, only to cause more trouble by acting up in the play area. I didn’t like having to discipline him, but I think it was certainly necessary, since it was scary watching him run around in the parking lot. I think we eventually worked everything out, though. I’m wondering if there was something else he was upset about, with the chicken incident just being the last straw.

Kevin, an 11-year old, told me he had to leave shortly after we ate so he could get back to work. I am always so sad when they do this.

It’s rained all day so Lauren and I are going to chill here and try to get some grocery shopping done if it ever lets up. It’s hard to believe this is our last week together. I am so excited for her to return home but I know that I will miss her tremendously.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

Weekend Delights

What a treat of a weekend! Shortly after our return to Nica I spied the unmistakable signs of a circus tent set-up. As many of you may know, the circus is one of my favorite activities. For the past week I have begged Dylan that we go to the circus. I kept eyeing the ring of elephants on the side of the highway – and could only imagine what a Nicaraguan circus might have in store. Yesterday, my wishes came true – Dylan and I went to the circus. And oh what a treat! Never have I seen so many animals involved in a circus – not only did we see the elephants that I have watched on the side of the highway, but also dogs, horses, miniature ponies, camels, and tigers. There were men running in wheels dangling from the ceiling – much like a hamster might – and they turned tricks inside their wheels – and one even climbed atop his wheel and managed to perform all sorts of tricks from the very top of the wheels – while blindfolded. There were dancers and tumblers and trapeze artists – and a balancing man and flying dancers and the world’s smallest man (truly, he could not have been more than two feet tall)! The tigers jumped through hoops of fire – and one even sat in a swing that was raised above the cage height, just swinging back and forth over the performance ring. However, Dylan and I both agreed – the dog stole the show.

Anyways…aside from the delight of the circus – this weekend has truly been great. The weather hasn’t been too hot – and we’ve had a constant nice breeze. Yesterday Dylan and I walked home after our dinner out – just to enjoy the beautiful night. And today, at church, a woman gave us English translators so that we could actually understand more than a handful of words during the sermon. All in all – it’s been pretty perfect.

Since our return to Nica (after Thanksgiving) I think that I have been in a bit of a rut. Knowing that I have less than a week left seems rather daunting. I keep questioning whether I have accomplished what I [thought] I came down here to do – or what else I could be doing. I feel that there must be more that I can do for the kids or the orphanage – but I just don’t know what. And at the same time, I just can’t fathom what to say to the children – or how to say goodbye. They have already lost so much in their short life that I am just not sure how to say goodbye without doing any more damage.

Regardless of all that, the kids and I have had a wonderful time this past week. The orphanage has undergone some rather drastic changes. Since my return they have gained four new children (two boys, two girls), Poncho (the semi-English speaking man that ran the orphanage) left and three new women have started working there. Initially, these changes created quite an upset among the children. Poncho’s leaving was a disaster; however, the new women in charge have done an excellent job with the children – and for once, the children are actually being tended to and treated for colds, cuts, etc. They are much more disciplined and are settling in to a strict routine (that includes mandatory “silent time” for at least one hour a day). It’s a strange adjustment to make.

Early in our trip down here I had decided that I wanted to do one big project with the children at the orphanage – and had chosen to try and create a Spanish-English book for them (as their only books are two English storybooks that no one can read to them – and they cannot understand). My initial plans for the book turned out to be a disaster – as I wasn’t able to clearly articulate my ideas into Spanish. However, while I was home over Thanksgiving I managed to create a book that each of the children could enjoy. It is an English-Spanish coloring book that has the alphabet, colors, shapes and numbers. Each page contains a picture that they can color as well as the Spanish – and English equivalent – of the pictures. So, each child received a book and a box of crayons to color the pictures. Last week I was able to distribute the books to the children and watch their excitement as they realized what it was. The older kids were so eager to have a resource to learn English – on their own – that we must have read through the book at least 10 times. Then, we spent the next two and a half hours coloring the pictures. Every day last week the women at the orphanage allowed me to spend at least one hour with the children working on their books. It has been a great bonding experience – and a much better teaching method than I would have imagined. Each day when I arrived at the orphanage they kids would tell me the new English words that they learned the night before. So again and again I would hear them repeating – “apple, manzana” and “casa, house.” It was such a triumph for each of them each time they were able to master a new word. And, now all of the kids five and older are able to count to ten, in English, without my assistance. A small accomplishment to some – but such a treat for me to hear!

I finally managed to upload the pictures from the past month or so – so, you should be able to see pictures of our trip to San Juan del Sur, more pictures of the kiddies, the books I made for the children, and our trip to the circus. Here’s the link:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/15927088@N07/

Thank you all so much for continuing to keep Dylan and me in your thoughts and prayers. This really would not be possible without you guys.

Wishing you the happiest of holiday seasons! All my love,

Lauren

Friday, December 7, 2007

Friday - 12/7

Although I am hesitant to write this, for fear of jinxing the progress, but it appears that at present the family feud, which has been so long a part of the picture, has regressed. Everyone has been getting along quite well, making our time together much more enjoyable.

The group only numbered 8 today. My Spanish deficiencies keep me from understanding why some kids remain at home some days, but it seems like almost every day one of the kids doesn’t come.

There was another group using the outside area when we arrived. The kids sat surprisingly peacefully inside, eating and waiting until the other kids left before dashing outside and going crazy on the equipment.

In what has developed into somewhat of a pattern, all of the kids played while Ninoska and I sat and talked. Usually we can communicate well enough to get our points across, but deep conversations are hard to have.

Today Ninoska told me that she doesn’t want to go to school, insisting that she would rather work. I had been naïve in assuming that they all wanted to attend school. Coming from a background in which education is commonly seen as the “ticket out,” I unfairly assumed this concept, so ingrained in the American culture, would be present here, too. While it’s hard for me to understand her point of view, I do recognize the difficulty she must have seeing the long-term benefits of education considering her circumstances.

My heart hurt as she explained her position by claiming, “I’m stupid,” and, “I like working on the streets.” I told her that I think she’s very intelligent and can be whatever she wants to be when she grows up. She had told me previously that she wanted to be a doctor, so I told her that she needs to study if she wanted to reach that goal. She answered that she would rather work on the streets.

She then told me that I’m not able to help them forever, asking. “When you go back to the US, get a job, and have kids, then what?” I tried to assure her that I am working to establish a way to offer long-term help, but my limited Spanish made this difficult. I hope I got the point across.

It was a tough conversation, but I’m hopeful that when Keren comes next week we’ll be able to sort things out with her mother. The key will be getting her support in getting Ninoska to school.

The city is abuzz with Purisima excitement. The fireworks have been going off all day and kids with bags of goodies can be seen everywhere. Ninoska told me that the holiday culminates with everyone shooting off fireworks at midnight. I am already looking forward to waking up to such a startling event.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

La Purisima

When I arrived at the street corner today I found about 15 kids waiting for me. I always struggle with choosing which kids can come to lunch since it’s so hard to tell them ‘no.’ Unfortunately, it’s necessary since neither my bank account not Pollo Campero would appreciate such a large group.

10 kids and I headed off to PC to meet my friend Brad, who joined us today. We had a great time. Brad was so wonderful with the kids. I enjoyed watching him interact with them and I know the kids appreciated having someone who can actually speak Spanish there. About halfway through our usual time at PC Carlos, one of the older boys, told me that he had to leave and resume working. Watching him walk away, box of leftover chicken in hand, was so sad. It’s tragic to watch these kids be forced to live adult lives – extremely difficult ones at that – at such young ages.

All during lunch the kids excitedly told me about “La Purisima.” I didn’t understand any of their descriptions but thankfully Brad filled me in. La Purisima is a Catholic holiday that is very important in Nicaragua. I read online just now that it is only celebrated here, although I am not sure if that is true. It celebrates the Immaculate Conception. Traditional Purisima festivities include going from house to house singing Christmas Carols and praying to the Virgin Mary. Hosts are expected to offer their guests little bags of treats after the singing. I also read online that many fireworks are set off during this holiday, a claim which I can attest to, having heard them throughout the day, including at an almost constant pace throughout the 10 minutes I’ve been writing so far.

Although the real holiday (I think) is tomorrow, the kids informed us that there was a celebration at a governmental building near their street corner today. Nicaraguans LOVE parties and traditions so I’m not surprised that this holiday seems to be an extended one. The kids led Brad and me to the office building where we were handed tickets for the 3pm party. We went back to where their mothers sell sunglasses and towels and hung out, since it was only about 2:15. The mothers bought oranges, from a man pushing a grocery cart full of them up the street, for all of the kids and Brad and me. They were delicious and quite a nice gift.

Around 2:45 we walked back to the office building to find a long line already forming. I was surprised, since most people here are on “Nica time,” meaning they show up at least 30 minutes late for everything. I didn’t know what was about to happen, but the kids were certainly quite excited. Throughout our 20 minutes or so in line we were entertained by very loud fireworks which exploded right above us. It was…noisy.

Once inside the gates we were told to line up according to age. Upon reaching the front of the line the kids received a bag full of candy, fruit, juice, and a plastic ball. My line – the adults – got a plastic bowl containing an orange, a banana, chips, and two pieces of candy. Everyone received a stick, about a foot in length and two inches in diameter. We all walked back to the street corner, all the while I was wondering what the heck I am supposed to do with my stick.

I became even more confused when the kids starting gnawing at the ends of their sticks. “This is a crazy country,” I thought.

It turns out that the sticks are actually pieces of sugar cane which, when chewed correctly, give off a pleasant taste. I took some funny pictures of everyone sitting on the curb chewing on sticks.

After our snacks we all played soccer with one of the new plastic balls for about an hour. Playing on a patch of grass next to the road, littered with trash, broken bottles, and rocks, made me appreciate the luscious soccer fields I played on as a kid. The kids are good players, especially considering the conditions and improper footwear. Finally, Brad and I left as the sun was about to set, ending a wonderful day with the kids.

I enjoyed spending more time with the kids in their element. It was extremely difficult to watch them work while we waited for the Purisima, but I gained a better appreciation for what their lives look like when I am not around.