I think it's Day 9. I must decide if I will continue to live at Salvadora's soon, as I only paid her up to ten days in advance. Need to pay some more. Pros: Good family, safe, own bathroom, clean, meals prepared. Cons: Far from rest of town, no A/C, very likely able to find similar accommodations for cheaper or better for same price. Breakfast and lunch are good, but at dinner it's the same old same old: Gallos pintos (rice and beans) and cheese, a salad, and no meat. I might be better off buying my own meals. Will think about this later.
City-wide power outage for the past two hours. Luckily, water stays on at my house even when the power is out - unlike the rest of the group's house. Add that to the Pros list of Salvadora's. My beloved internet place can provide internet on their backup generator, but not A/C. Also, would like a hot shower at some point in near future. Cold showers arent too bad later in day, when it is hot out and the cold water is inviting. But, in the morning, I am beginning to hate it. The water is very cold, unlike later in the day when it has been heated to cool in the pipes by the sun.
Off to go volunteer at Biblioteca. Class last night was a success. Will write more later.
xxxxxx (kiss kiss kiss ...)
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Sunday, June 28, 2009
In an Infinity Pool with a Cheeseburger is the only way to live
Yesterday was a very tiring day. I had to sleep in, eat freshly prepared eggs, and swim in one of the three infinity pools at Pelican Eyes - San Juan's luxury resort/hotel. Then, if you can believe it, Erin made me eat some of her delicious cheeseburger, as we sat poolside. What a betch! Photo shoot in the pool with Erin, Heather and Michael the German was grueling as well. I tried to do some work by reading in the lounge chair near the pool, but again the group decided to antagonize and exhaust me by moving the festivities to a shaded cabana area complete with soft pillows. Of course, to my chagrin, interesting conversation ensued.
Next, as if all this merriment was not enough displeasure, I went home and sang in the shower; danced around naked in the room while playing Michael Jackson on repeat in honor of his Honor, and then had to eat an avocado salad! The horror!
On my way to una casa de Sara Pomares, where my friends live, I friggen had to buy an ice cream cone. Later, at the Iguana Bar, I was forced to converse and dance in the sand with an attractive Australian boy.
I CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!~
Ok, was that overkill? ;-D
Tomorrow though I do need to get back to (a little bit more) of a system. I will start teaching my first class of adult students. My OWN class - no others to look to for support/bail-out, etc. Haha Excited and nervous. But they will be beginner speakers and from what everyone tells me that have been volunteer English teachers, the adult classes - while not as fun per se as teaching/playing with kids - are more rewarding. The adult students are very eager and hungry to learn, and are very grateful for that which they do. I will teach one class of 15 students on Monday and Wednesday nights, from 6-8 pm. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I hope to tutor/help out at the Biblioteca in the morning, at about 9:30, or in the late afternoon. I'll have to figure out when I can venture out to the Nican school just outside of town, near the farm I stayed at in March. Erin and Heather want to join me on these days. Erin and I visited the school on Tuesday and had a blast (attempting to) teach the children Steal the Bacon. With how hot it is here, and all the dust, it is truly amazing how the children keep their white uniforms so crisp, clean and bright, and their blue uniform pants dust and dirt free!
Well, off to the pool now. Tried to get a cell phone today but the two places in town are closed, on account of it being Sunday. I will definitely go manana. I thought there were more places in town that sold phones, but turns out there are many places that sell extra minutes but not the actual initial phone or account.
Love and miss everyone! xxxxxxx
Next, as if all this merriment was not enough displeasure, I went home and sang in the shower; danced around naked in the room while playing Michael Jackson on repeat in honor of his Honor, and then had to eat an avocado salad! The horror!
On my way to una casa de Sara Pomares, where my friends live, I friggen had to buy an ice cream cone. Later, at the Iguana Bar, I was forced to converse and dance in the sand with an attractive Australian boy.
I CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!~
Ok, was that overkill? ;-D
Tomorrow though I do need to get back to (a little bit more) of a system. I will start teaching my first class of adult students. My OWN class - no others to look to for support/bail-out, etc. Haha Excited and nervous. But they will be beginner speakers and from what everyone tells me that have been volunteer English teachers, the adult classes - while not as fun per se as teaching/playing with kids - are more rewarding. The adult students are very eager and hungry to learn, and are very grateful for that which they do. I will teach one class of 15 students on Monday and Wednesday nights, from 6-8 pm. On Tuesdays and Thursdays I hope to tutor/help out at the Biblioteca in the morning, at about 9:30, or in the late afternoon. I'll have to figure out when I can venture out to the Nican school just outside of town, near the farm I stayed at in March. Erin and Heather want to join me on these days. Erin and I visited the school on Tuesday and had a blast (attempting to) teach the children Steal the Bacon. With how hot it is here, and all the dust, it is truly amazing how the children keep their white uniforms so crisp, clean and bright, and their blue uniform pants dust and dirt free!
Well, off to the pool now. Tried to get a cell phone today but the two places in town are closed, on account of it being Sunday. I will definitely go manana. I thought there were more places in town that sold phones, but turns out there are many places that sell extra minutes but not the actual initial phone or account.
Love and miss everyone! xxxxxxx
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Picture Post!
Pictures! Thrown up in no particular order, but I have added some captions so this should help. :D
Classroom at Biblioteca Movil.
Children are making Father's Day cards.
Father's Day is June 24th in Nica.
From THE DAILY UGLY Collection
Wherein Erin and I pose for the day's picture of ugly
Classroom at Biblioteca Movil.
Children are making Father's Day cards.
Father's Day is June 24th in Nica.
Outside of the Biblioteca Movil - a non-profit library and one of the places where I will be teaching English.
After-Party for the kids and family at Smokey's. Organized by the amazing Dyani, a young American here working with the Biblioteca.
Stairs up to my floor and room.
One of my typical Nican meals - fish, rice and beans (or, when together, gallos pinto), and plantains.
Outside of my dormitorio (bedroom)
LAGOON NEAR MASAYA
MAN ASSEMBLING JANSPORT BACKPACK AT MASAYA MARKET
From THE DAILY UGLY Collection
Wherein Erin and I pose for the day's picture of ugly
Restaurant at the Lagoon
More Daily Ugly
More Daily Ugly
Surfing makes for sore muscles
Saturday ... what day are we on? The heat has severely gotten to me right about now. I yearn for a dark, air-conditioned room away from the sunlight and heat. I am still having a great time, but today I am missing some creature comforts of first-world living.
Yesterday Erin and I caught a $4 bus from the hostel Casa del Oro to Playa Maderas - the surfing beach. There were lots of surfers, from beginners to advanced, on the bus with us. We met Steven from CT, Michael from Germany, Mark (location not remembered), Ilka from Sweden, and Aidan from some northeast state. As Erin pointed out on her blog, when remembering or introducing someone, we have all come to do so as: 1. Name and 2. hometown, followed sometimes by what they are doing here, as in med student, volunteer, English teacher, Spanish-language student, etc.
The bus ride there is interesting. You are basically in the back of this open-aired truck thing with two benches, and racks for surfboards. The ride is bumpy, but scenic as the truck trollops through swampland on a dirty, rocky dirt road. The scenery is a mix of trashland, tourist hostels/surf camps, and very poor and rustic farm homes.
Once we get to Playa Maderas, Erin and I attempt to ask the locals about the location of my new Australian friends' abode .... la casa del "Don" - the house of the Don. No, not Don as in Donald, but Don as in a Godfather like name/status.
More later .... need to go stretch my legs for a bit.
Yesterday Erin and I caught a $4 bus from the hostel Casa del Oro to Playa Maderas - the surfing beach. There were lots of surfers, from beginners to advanced, on the bus with us. We met Steven from CT, Michael from Germany, Mark (location not remembered), Ilka from Sweden, and Aidan from some northeast state. As Erin pointed out on her blog, when remembering or introducing someone, we have all come to do so as: 1. Name and 2. hometown, followed sometimes by what they are doing here, as in med student, volunteer, English teacher, Spanish-language student, etc.
The bus ride there is interesting. You are basically in the back of this open-aired truck thing with two benches, and racks for surfboards. The ride is bumpy, but scenic as the truck trollops through swampland on a dirty, rocky dirt road. The scenery is a mix of trashland, tourist hostels/surf camps, and very poor and rustic farm homes.
Once we get to Playa Maderas, Erin and I attempt to ask the locals about the location of my new Australian friends' abode .... la casa del "Don" - the house of the Don. No, not Don as in Donald, but Don as in a Godfather like name/status.
More later .... need to go stretch my legs for a bit.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Michael Jackson is Dead! and other stories from Nica...
It's 11:37am and I am sitting in my favorite A/C internet cafe in SJDS. :) About to catch a bus from an awesome hostel to Playa Maderas - the surfing beach. A few days ago I met some Australianos on a surfing expedition for a month here in Nica. They offered to give me some surfing lessons so we'll see if Erin (my Texan friend) and I can find them at the beach. If not, we'll rent a board from the man down there and find some other people to con - I mean, ask - into giving us some lessons and tips.
I'm a little nervous about returning to Playa Maderas without having had some practice in between (Playa Maderas was the first, and only, time I have surfed, back in March). But, practice is the only way to learn so away I go!
Yesterday was a busy day. Woke up early (and a bit hungover from the previous night's festivities, at the Festival de San Juan and because of the Australians! lol) and ran down to the school where we were to catch the bus. Really need to get a phone now that one of the Texans has one ... will make things much easier and more dignified! hahaha. Skipped breakfast in my haste, only to wait for one hour at the restaurant for the rest of the bus group (others not in our group went) to arrive and for us to depart. We weren't sure when the whole group would arrive so I was sort of stuck there with no food options. Yes, we were at a restaurant but wasn't sure if I had time to order food to go. Was going to order fruit, but the "fruit was not there yet." Not sure where the hell the restaurant buys its fruit, but apparently it was not there at the time! Flagged down an ice cream cart and enjoyed a delicious pseudo-Drumstick. Two Americans joining us on the bus - Eric from Seal Beach, CA and Mike from Hawaii - had some bananas and kindly gave me one.
The drive to Masaya was long and hot! There were approx. 15 of shoved into a van, going as fast as it could, which amounted to about only 45 mph! No A/C and sticky people made for an interesting trip. But, here in Nica, we are all getting used to being sticky, sweaty, and hot.
Once in Masaya we stopped at the Visitors' Center and viewed some exhibits to learn about the history of the area. The volcano is still active and has been since at least the 500s. The indigenous people believed a "Mother Hag" governed the volcano and would come down to dispense advise. They sacrificed females and young female children to appease her.
As for Volcano Masaya itself, there is a huge crater near the top of the volcano. The volcano does not look like the volcanos we are used to seeing in images. Instead, it is more inverted, with the looking points at the top of the crater/valley, and the active volcano below on the floor. I took some pics, but you cannot see much as the smoke and sulfur cloulds the air (and singes the nostrils! ahahaha). Near the top of a hill overlooking the crater and volcano is a large metal cross. It was erected in the 1100s (or so) by a priest, as he believed the crater/volcano to be the "mouth of Hell." Mom - make sure to tell Nick about that one, as he should get a kick out of me standing at "the Hellmouth."
Next we hopped back into the van, desperately needing to stop for lunch before heading to the Masaya Market.
more to come .... need to publish and save in case of internet failure.
Ok, back now on Saturday. Where did I leave off ...
Oh, yes. Lunch .... starving, hot passengers in a crowded van make for a grumpy group. Imagine our delight as we pull into a parking lot with two dining options: Crazy Pollo and Papa John's Pizza! I don't think I, or a group of people, have ever been so excited to see a Papa John's! And ... it had air conditioning!! We all happily ambled up the steps to the air conditioned dining area of Papa John's. Although both places were fast food-ish, there were waiters, a hostess, and the general set-up was that of a sit-down restaurant. Our eyes were bigger than our stomachs, and we ordered lots and lots of cheesy goodness. Turns out, before departing, the school we were travelling with rhapsodized about the "authentic Nican lunch" we would be having, including the Nican rice and beans dish. Truth: we are all pretty much sick of the rice and beans entree - it's been on our plates for almost every single meal. Luckily, Scarlett, one of the Texans, is pretty fluent in Spanish and was able to politely communicate our dismay in that sort of lunching option. So there we were in old Masaya, on our way to the old flea market, sitting in a franchised pizza place and so much happy for it!
Next, we stopped at Masaya. This place is a maze of a flea market, with so many knick knacks and chakskis. Thing is, the same chakskis are sold at each stand. They look hand-crafted, and perhaps they were in some part of the world, but definitely not by the Nicans selling them. Turns out Nicans don't really have an indigenous product/craft to capitalize on, save for their coffee. (More on the amazing coffee at some point). I had run out of money at this point, not having budgeted enough for the bus ride and meal and shopping. Probably a good thing, seems how I would have left with a lot of needless junk, and I purchased souveneirs during my March trip.
I despised the hungry look in the merchant's eyes as entered the market. I like to browse in peace, and here they ascend on you non-stop. You pick up one item and three vendors will come up to you with a barrage of similar items, all trying to yell prices at you in Spanglish. A "guide" approached us as we wandered off into shopping groups of three. They had an "official" badge, and helped barter down prices and led us through the maze of shops. We figured they would each want a tip at the end for their services, but were shocked when our guide tried to tell Gill, Erin and I that his services cost $10. Yes, ten US Dollars. We told him we'd tip him but nothing said he cost that much. Of course he didn't, but they all try at times here to play us tourists for a mark.
We then left for a trip to a nearby lagoon, where our driver and two other passengers left us so they could go to Managua and catch a plane. We ordered drinks and conversed on a patio restaurant while the rain thundered down around us. After 1.5 hours, we were a pretty anxious and irritated group. And, for once - a COLD group! Yes, we were actually cold and not sweating buckets. Long story a little more short - the bus came back and we all made it home, sleepy and ready for bed.
I laid in bed that night, under the breeze of my fan and in the clutches of my pretty mosquito net/tent. For a bit, I forgot that I was in a bed in Nica, far from home and the usual. It was a nice little jaunt into comfort. :)
I'm a little nervous about returning to Playa Maderas without having had some practice in between (Playa Maderas was the first, and only, time I have surfed, back in March). But, practice is the only way to learn so away I go!
Yesterday was a busy day. Woke up early (and a bit hungover from the previous night's festivities, at the Festival de San Juan and because of the Australians! lol) and ran down to the school where we were to catch the bus. Really need to get a phone now that one of the Texans has one ... will make things much easier and more dignified! hahaha. Skipped breakfast in my haste, only to wait for one hour at the restaurant for the rest of the bus group (others not in our group went) to arrive and for us to depart. We weren't sure when the whole group would arrive so I was sort of stuck there with no food options. Yes, we were at a restaurant but wasn't sure if I had time to order food to go. Was going to order fruit, but the "fruit was not there yet." Not sure where the hell the restaurant buys its fruit, but apparently it was not there at the time! Flagged down an ice cream cart and enjoyed a delicious pseudo-Drumstick. Two Americans joining us on the bus - Eric from Seal Beach, CA and Mike from Hawaii - had some bananas and kindly gave me one.
The drive to Masaya was long and hot! There were approx. 15 of shoved into a van, going as fast as it could, which amounted to about only 45 mph! No A/C and sticky people made for an interesting trip. But, here in Nica, we are all getting used to being sticky, sweaty, and hot.
Once in Masaya we stopped at the Visitors' Center and viewed some exhibits to learn about the history of the area. The volcano is still active and has been since at least the 500s. The indigenous people believed a "Mother Hag" governed the volcano and would come down to dispense advise. They sacrificed females and young female children to appease her.
As for Volcano Masaya itself, there is a huge crater near the top of the volcano. The volcano does not look like the volcanos we are used to seeing in images. Instead, it is more inverted, with the looking points at the top of the crater/valley, and the active volcano below on the floor. I took some pics, but you cannot see much as the smoke and sulfur cloulds the air (and singes the nostrils! ahahaha). Near the top of a hill overlooking the crater and volcano is a large metal cross. It was erected in the 1100s (or so) by a priest, as he believed the crater/volcano to be the "mouth of Hell." Mom - make sure to tell Nick about that one, as he should get a kick out of me standing at "the Hellmouth."
Volcano Masaya
Next we hopped back into the van, desperately needing to stop for lunch before heading to the Masaya Market.more to come .... need to publish and save in case of internet failure.
Ok, back now on Saturday. Where did I leave off ...
Oh, yes. Lunch .... starving, hot passengers in a crowded van make for a grumpy group. Imagine our delight as we pull into a parking lot with two dining options: Crazy Pollo and Papa John's Pizza! I don't think I, or a group of people, have ever been so excited to see a Papa John's! And ... it had air conditioning!! We all happily ambled up the steps to the air conditioned dining area of Papa John's. Although both places were fast food-ish, there were waiters, a hostess, and the general set-up was that of a sit-down restaurant. Our eyes were bigger than our stomachs, and we ordered lots and lots of cheesy goodness. Turns out, before departing, the school we were travelling with rhapsodized about the "authentic Nican lunch" we would be having, including the Nican rice and beans dish. Truth: we are all pretty much sick of the rice and beans entree - it's been on our plates for almost every single meal. Luckily, Scarlett, one of the Texans, is pretty fluent in Spanish and was able to politely communicate our dismay in that sort of lunching option. So there we were in old Masaya, on our way to the old flea market, sitting in a franchised pizza place and so much happy for it!
Our Papa John's Feast
Next, we stopped at Masaya. This place is a maze of a flea market, with so many knick knacks and chakskis. Thing is, the same chakskis are sold at each stand. They look hand-crafted, and perhaps they were in some part of the world, but definitely not by the Nicans selling them. Turns out Nicans don't really have an indigenous product/craft to capitalize on, save for their coffee. (More on the amazing coffee at some point). I had run out of money at this point, not having budgeted enough for the bus ride and meal and shopping. Probably a good thing, seems how I would have left with a lot of needless junk, and I purchased souveneirs during my March trip.
I despised the hungry look in the merchant's eyes as entered the market. I like to browse in peace, and here they ascend on you non-stop. You pick up one item and three vendors will come up to you with a barrage of similar items, all trying to yell prices at you in Spanglish. A "guide" approached us as we wandered off into shopping groups of three. They had an "official" badge, and helped barter down prices and led us through the maze of shops. We figured they would each want a tip at the end for their services, but were shocked when our guide tried to tell Gill, Erin and I that his services cost $10. Yes, ten US Dollars. We told him we'd tip him but nothing said he cost that much. Of course he didn't, but they all try at times here to play us tourists for a mark.
We then left for a trip to a nearby lagoon, where our driver and two other passengers left us so they could go to Managua and catch a plane. We ordered drinks and conversed on a patio restaurant while the rain thundered down around us. After 1.5 hours, we were a pretty anxious and irritated group. And, for once - a COLD group! Yes, we were actually cold and not sweating buckets. Long story a little more short - the bus came back and we all made it home, sleepy and ready for bed.
I laid in bed that night, under the breeze of my fan and in the clutches of my pretty mosquito net/tent. For a bit, I forgot that I was in a bed in Nica, far from home and the usual. It was a nice little jaunt into comfort. :)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Day Four
Hola! Starting with Day 4 here, the previous days will follow sometime this week.
I am escaping the heat in the only Internet Cafe as far as my world is concerned - an Air-Conditioned cafe! Never thought A/C would mean so much to me but it does when the heat is at this level. It is ridiculously hot; abnormally hot the locals say. This sort of heat does things to the mind. You feel sluggish. You move slower. All you want to do is sleep. I keep moving though, because when I sit down for too long I really feel the heat and tiredness it brings about.
Last night the city lost power for about an hour to two hours. Not sure, as I decided to use this time to take a nap. Power went out shortly before dinner, so we ate dinner by candlelight as lightening and thunder clamored down all around. Would've been romantic if not for ... the damn heat! No electricity means no fans. I attempted to walk down to Big Wave Dave's after dinner because I hear they have free Wi-fi and are open later than the internet cafes. I walked about halfway there before realizing that their intenret would be down because of hte poewr failure. Duurrrr! It was kinda scary walking around town with the power out. It wasn't incredibly dark yet but the air took on a sense of recklessness with the power out. Cars were honking more than usual (a lack of stop signs small streets means Nicans honk upon approaching almost every inersection corner .... more on that another time). Shops and houses glowed eerily in the candlelight, and the dogs were barking (they are usually quiet).
After my failed attempt to make it to Big Wave Dave's I returned home and sat on the porch with Salvadora and her family. I sat in a rocker next to Salvadora's mother, the abuela (Grandmother) of the house. My Spanish is even worse than I thought, and I am having a hard time communicating with Salvadora's family. In addition to running her apartment services/house, Salvadora also works at Henry's Iguana Bar during the day, and is rarely home. She understands and can speak English very well, but hardly uses it with me. She wants me to speak Spanish, which is good for me. But without her at home, I fend for myself conversation wise with her sister, sister-in-law, children and mother. I know enough and our communication is okay enough that basics like food, cleaning, etc. are communicated, but I really wish I could speak with them and get to know them better. I am learning questions to ask, but when they answer them I cannot understand! I ask them to speak less fast, but most of the time to no avail. I have settled for tickling the children and making my (in)famous duck-call sound for them, and for quietly sitting next to the old woman. They seem to enjoy this but it feels a little isolated at times not being able to communicate more than "I am hungry/thirsty," "I am going to the beach (with my friends)," or "Thank you very much."
I really like my home here though. The group from Texas is in a situation where they are all paying the same as me ($20 per day, including three meals a day), but are sharing very small room swith a floor-communal bathroom. They were under the impression that they were each to receive their own room, but upon arrival were grouped into pairs. They are in small rooms and sharing either bunk beds or full beds, with one small fan per room, and are sharing one toilet and shower for the whole facility. There are currently five of them, plus one additional guest and two more Americans coming. Ay yi yi! There is space available at my place but they are hesitant to break up.
About my place though. You enter through Salvadora's locked-down porch, complete with table and several rocking chairs - a typical set-up for Nican homes (porches with chairs) but the amount of chairs and their upkeep indicate a nicer status. You enter into the living room, then the dining room, and finally the kitchen. Behind this is the two story apartment building.
I am escaping the heat in the only Internet Cafe as far as my world is concerned - an Air-Conditioned cafe! Never thought A/C would mean so much to me but it does when the heat is at this level. It is ridiculously hot; abnormally hot the locals say. This sort of heat does things to the mind. You feel sluggish. You move slower. All you want to do is sleep. I keep moving though, because when I sit down for too long I really feel the heat and tiredness it brings about.
Last night the city lost power for about an hour to two hours. Not sure, as I decided to use this time to take a nap. Power went out shortly before dinner, so we ate dinner by candlelight as lightening and thunder clamored down all around. Would've been romantic if not for ... the damn heat! No electricity means no fans. I attempted to walk down to Big Wave Dave's after dinner because I hear they have free Wi-fi and are open later than the internet cafes. I walked about halfway there before realizing that their intenret would be down because of hte poewr failure. Duurrrr! It was kinda scary walking around town with the power out. It wasn't incredibly dark yet but the air took on a sense of recklessness with the power out. Cars were honking more than usual (a lack of stop signs small streets means Nicans honk upon approaching almost every inersection corner .... more on that another time). Shops and houses glowed eerily in the candlelight, and the dogs were barking (they are usually quiet).
After my failed attempt to make it to Big Wave Dave's I returned home and sat on the porch with Salvadora and her family. I sat in a rocker next to Salvadora's mother, the abuela (Grandmother) of the house. My Spanish is even worse than I thought, and I am having a hard time communicating with Salvadora's family. In addition to running her apartment services/house, Salvadora also works at Henry's Iguana Bar during the day, and is rarely home. She understands and can speak English very well, but hardly uses it with me. She wants me to speak Spanish, which is good for me. But without her at home, I fend for myself conversation wise with her sister, sister-in-law, children and mother. I know enough and our communication is okay enough that basics like food, cleaning, etc. are communicated, but I really wish I could speak with them and get to know them better. I am learning questions to ask, but when they answer them I cannot understand! I ask them to speak less fast, but most of the time to no avail. I have settled for tickling the children and making my (in)famous duck-call sound for them, and for quietly sitting next to the old woman. They seem to enjoy this but it feels a little isolated at times not being able to communicate more than "I am hungry/thirsty," "I am going to the beach (with my friends)," or "Thank you very much."
I really like my home here though. The group from Texas is in a situation where they are all paying the same as me ($20 per day, including three meals a day), but are sharing very small room swith a floor-communal bathroom. They were under the impression that they were each to receive their own room, but upon arrival were grouped into pairs. They are in small rooms and sharing either bunk beds or full beds, with one small fan per room, and are sharing one toilet and shower for the whole facility. There are currently five of them, plus one additional guest and two more Americans coming. Ay yi yi! There is space available at my place but they are hesitant to break up.
About my place though. You enter through Salvadora's locked-down porch, complete with table and several rocking chairs - a typical set-up for Nican homes (porches with chairs) but the amount of chairs and their upkeep indicate a nicer status. You enter into the living room, then the dining room, and finally the kitchen. Behind this is the two story apartment building.
More to come, must go meet group to go watch a bull-fight - part of the festivities in honor of today, the annual celebration of San Juan!
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