Friday, July 23, 2004
DEspedida de Martin y Llegada de Annie
Hey all
So to continue my fun filled weekend of high adventures and rip roaring good times, Jane tells me on Saturday that there is a despedida, or going away party for another English teacher, Martin, in Coyolitos, which is in the lower drier area of Miraflor. So we all head off on the 1pm bus loaded up with rum, soda, foodstuff, and a giant pinata, and candy.
Martin taught mostly young kids, and they all line up sitting down on the benches and chairs on the patio, all super shy and giving him a group hug, and he was very touched. I think it was an odd experience for Martin to teach children. He{s an older man, and quiet, and thoughtful, and very literary and writes poetry. He was very British in his reactions
But then for awhile evryone just sat there, and was quiet. And then began the pinata.
Nelson (another Nelson, who is married to Lorena and lives in Coyolitos, and has a band that played at the wedding party previously mentioned in this blog, and Martin lived at their house), elected me to pick the kids for the pinata and blindfold them. And they were all supershy and were like, no didnt want to go, but as the pinata started to break up, they started getting crazy and really wanted to go (there were like 30 of them). and as soon as one of them hit the pinata when it was starting to break up, they would rip the blindfold off, and look for candy like starving animals, and if some candy started to fall, they all dived into the zone even while the kid was still swiging away with the wooden pinata stick. I am surprised no one got hurt. One adult was trying to hold some of them back, very unsuccesfully, but they would have none of it. That candy was worth risking life and limb for apparently.
And then Nelsons band played music all into the night, and it was great, and some of the younger girls got over their shyness, and the little girls here, when they get over being shy, get quite cuddly, and love just snuggling up to you and asking you questions, and telling stories, and I had 4 huddled all around me on this bench for warmth, and they kept telling me how pretty my name was and how my hair smelled so good, and they just love to hold you hand when you are walking, and look at you with these big curous eyes.
If I ever feel like having kids, Im adopting some Nicaraguan ones. Paul should laugh now if he is reading. Or be scared.
So anyway, I think its just when you come from big families, you just get less of that kind of attention, and you are always haivng to watch over younger siblings, it must be nice to feel like the baby again and get all the attention.
BTW, my mom claims I never talk about Paul on this site, which is true, because it is about where I am and what I am doing, and he is not here. But just so you all dont think I am doing fine without him, everything I do and write here, and things I dont write here because there is not enough time, I would rather be doing with him than by myself. And yes, it is hard to be apart, but it would be harder not to have him in my life at all, so I am grateful to even know him
Now disregard that mushy stuff
Oh, one of my good friends from NY cam by after her OTS class, and I wish she could stay forever, and I have more stories, but I am running out of internet time, so I must go. I will tell you all about our adventures after she leaves, but just to whet your appetite, theres a bit that involves a police man, some camo pants she lent me, a digital camera, and an old M16 from the 80s. Dont worry, its a funny story, not a scary one.
So to continue my fun filled weekend of high adventures and rip roaring good times, Jane tells me on Saturday that there is a despedida, or going away party for another English teacher, Martin, in Coyolitos, which is in the lower drier area of Miraflor. So we all head off on the 1pm bus loaded up with rum, soda, foodstuff, and a giant pinata, and candy.
Martin taught mostly young kids, and they all line up sitting down on the benches and chairs on the patio, all super shy and giving him a group hug, and he was very touched. I think it was an odd experience for Martin to teach children. He{s an older man, and quiet, and thoughtful, and very literary and writes poetry. He was very British in his reactions
But then for awhile evryone just sat there, and was quiet. And then began the pinata.
Nelson (another Nelson, who is married to Lorena and lives in Coyolitos, and has a band that played at the wedding party previously mentioned in this blog, and Martin lived at their house), elected me to pick the kids for the pinata and blindfold them. And they were all supershy and were like, no didnt want to go, but as the pinata started to break up, they started getting crazy and really wanted to go (there were like 30 of them). and as soon as one of them hit the pinata when it was starting to break up, they would rip the blindfold off, and look for candy like starving animals, and if some candy started to fall, they all dived into the zone even while the kid was still swiging away with the wooden pinata stick. I am surprised no one got hurt. One adult was trying to hold some of them back, very unsuccesfully, but they would have none of it. That candy was worth risking life and limb for apparently.
And then Nelsons band played music all into the night, and it was great, and some of the younger girls got over their shyness, and the little girls here, when they get over being shy, get quite cuddly, and love just snuggling up to you and asking you questions, and telling stories, and I had 4 huddled all around me on this bench for warmth, and they kept telling me how pretty my name was and how my hair smelled so good, and they just love to hold you hand when you are walking, and look at you with these big curous eyes.
If I ever feel like having kids, Im adopting some Nicaraguan ones. Paul should laugh now if he is reading. Or be scared.
So anyway, I think its just when you come from big families, you just get less of that kind of attention, and you are always haivng to watch over younger siblings, it must be nice to feel like the baby again and get all the attention.
BTW, my mom claims I never talk about Paul on this site, which is true, because it is about where I am and what I am doing, and he is not here. But just so you all dont think I am doing fine without him, everything I do and write here, and things I dont write here because there is not enough time, I would rather be doing with him than by myself. And yes, it is hard to be apart, but it would be harder not to have him in my life at all, so I am grateful to even know him
Now disregard that mushy stuff
Oh, one of my good friends from NY cam by after her OTS class, and I wish she could stay forever, and I have more stories, but I am running out of internet time, so I must go. I will tell you all about our adventures after she leaves, but just to whet your appetite, theres a bit that involves a police man, some camo pants she lent me, a digital camera, and an old M16 from the 80s. Dont worry, its a funny story, not a scary one.
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Melissa...update your blog more often, and do tell more stories about Paul especially when he gets there and you guys travel togther. I think it is a much better story, all romantic and all, to hear stories about this fabulous couple roaming the far reaches of Nicaragua together and falling deeply in love with each other (tee hee hee). oh, que lindo!
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