Mountain Time

The trip to Matagalpa was great. I went there two years ago with Prof. Bajema, and I was surprised by how much I remembered. This place must have left a huge impression on me.

We drove from the Nehemiah Center on Tuesday morning in two Toyota Hilux trucks. I was in a truck with Alma (a Nicaraguan who works with CRC ministries and teams that come to visit), Evan, and the Hannahs. Alex, Daniel, and John went with Lester (a guy who works as a tourist guide but also does stuff for the Nehemiah Center). We drove north, had lunch in the city of Matagalpa, and drove farther north. We went to visit Acción Médica Cristiana in the El Tuma/La Dalia/Santa Luz area. They are an organization that trains farmers on the landbanks of La Esperanza, El Progreso, and Nueva Jerusalen, which have been purchased through funds from the Farmer 2 Farmer program. We spent our time at Nueva Jerusalen, which is about 2 years old. Tuesday afternoon we saw their community area: gathering place, kitchen, mess hall, bio-digester for gas. When we went to AMC’s headquarters to stay there for the night, we ate supper and hiked around the coffee plantation there. It was interesting to see coffee growing right on the bushes. We could touch it and know that it could potentially be in our coffee cups eventually.

Wednesday after breakfast we drove out to Nueva Jerusalen again. Thank the Lord that it hadn’t (and didn’t) rain those few days we were there because the road was difficult enough without being slippery and wet! We worked in the garden in the morning, digging holes and constructing table things to put vegetable tires on. Well, some of us worked, and some of us went around with Chipito and ate fresh oranges off the tree and had him explain the idea of the coffee machine/process they have, and then we worked after that. J After lunch we walked up through the forest area to a waterfall, and we swam in our clothes. It was fun!

We also visited two families each (in two groups), talked to them about their lives, and saw their land. Our second visit with Don Digno, we walked around his land, saw his crops, and sucked on sugar cane. The farmers were very open and excited to share their hopes with us. They all said they are happy to be on the land bank, working to pay off their own land, and providing for their families. I think it must be a very hard life because they are subsistence farmers, and I don’t know how they earn money to pay for things, but the Lord provides. Their joy and contentment amidst their worries was evident, and I am convinced that Farmer 2 Farmer, Acción Médica Cristiana, and the Lord are doing good work among these Nicaraguans, bringing them together in community and teaching them new things.

Wonderfully, I thought I was going to be cold the first night, but then Alma came to the rescue and got us blankets so I could take off a few layers of clothes.

This is Don Digno, a farmer we talked to in the afternoon. He was happy to show us his parcel of land (nearly 6 acres), teach us the names of plants, and give us sugar cane to suck on.

We worked hard in the morning, digging holes, hauling dirt, and pounding nails. Even the girls got to do some of it!

This is the waterfall we hiked to, and we swam at the bottom of it, in a little pool.

And our final product at the end of the morning - elevated flower beds!

New Session

¡Buenos días! ¡Mucho gusto! I have been meeting a lot of people here at the Nehemiah Center yesterday and today. We had our first day of class in Managua yesterday, and I really enjoyed it. A full 8 hours of class is a bit intense, but I like the content of the classes. Here’s what the day looks like:

6 am: get picked up by Roberto – either in microbus or camioneta

8 am: arrive at the Nehemiah Center, have devotions with the staff for an hour

9 am: start History and Culture of Nicaragua class with Joel Huyser and Alicia Hamming

12 pm: class ends, lunch time!

1 pm: start Worldview and Development class with Jim Padilla-DeBorst and Steve Holtrop, with lively discussions (hopefully) about how to make the world a better place, especially in Nicaragua

4 pm: get out of class

I assume that on normal days we will go back to León after 4, but yesterday we spent the night at the Nehemiah Center. That meant a huge amount of time with internet access! It was great. I got to call my parents, and I set up a Skype account. Granted, my computer doesn’t have a mic or web cam, but I can borrow my classmates’ stuff or I can buy something. I decided that I miss talking voice to voice with people. Although I don’t have consistent internet access, at least I have the option of using these things now. I’m also thankful for the gmail call option that’s available now – it’s free! And you know, being a cheap girl like I am, I always like free stuff.

Today we are going to Matagalpa. It’s a region in the mountains. We are going to visit landbanks and talk to people there. I am looking forward to it. I am a little nervous I will be cold. I accidentally brought along my sweatpants to Nicaragua, and I thought the only place I might use them would be in the mountains. But we didn’t know we were going to Matagalpa until we were in León yesterday, so my sweatpants are still in my dresser at my house in León… Rats! I will probably wear them sometime just on principle. But yesterday was a lot cooler in Managua, and we have our classes in the media room at the Nehemiah Center, which is air-conditioned, so I was almost cold! It was a wonderful feeling after weeks of sweating most of the time. J

So, life is good. I learned some tongue-twisters in Spanish from Don Antonio, one of the men here, today. It was fun. I am looking forward to spending time at the Nehemiah Center for classes. The people here are great: friendly, godly, supportive, committed. I’m glad to be here. The classes seem interesting, and they are already helping me get a better picture of people in Nicaragua and some of the things that confuse me about my host family. Lord willing, I will learn a lot and be able to witness to God’s transforming grace in my life to the people with whom I interact.

Prayer request: my church at home in Indiana has been going through a hard time. There have been a couple of shocking deaths, and I think the community is really hurting right now. I’m praying for them here, but I feel pretty disconnected. Ask God to wrap his arms around them. And for me, pray that I will have the words to speak and God’s love to show to the people here in Nicaragua.

School's out!

Today was our last day of Spanish classes. We started the Monday after we arrived, and we’ve had class for four hours a day since then – three weeks. We walk to Iglesia Filadelfia, where the pastor and his family graciously opened the second floor of the church for us to use. It was a bit rustic, but it was cool when the wind blew, and we could learn more about Nicaraguan life with a bird’s eye view.

I had an individual class with Professor Raúl. We studied the life, works, and literary movement of Rubén Darío, a native Nicaraguan. He lived in the late 1800s, early 1900s. The literary movement Modernismo thrived and died with him. He traveled a lot, and he wrote poems and short stories while being a diplomat and newspaper writer (periodista). I have really enjoyed learning more about Hispanic literature, especially this Nicaraguan author. He grew up in León, so there are monuments and things named after him all over the place. He is entombed in the cathedral in the plaza here, and I visited his house for a field trip.

I decided that it is really exciting to study in a place where the things I am studying actually took place. We get to go out and see the places we read about. The people here are very passionate about their heritage and history, so it is interesting to talk to them about different subjects. My host family does not always seem very well-informed, but they support my studies. Raúl says that I can participate in discussions about Rubén and his works now because I’ve learned about it. Perhaps he has more faith in me than he should, but the class has gone well. Instead of a final exam, I’m writing a research paper covering Modernism, how it began, Rubén Darío’s influence, and analyzing his principal books. It’s a beast. However, I have til Monday to finish it, and I can see the end of the tunnel. It’s calling my name, though, so I should work on it some more before I have a sleepover at Hannah Ponstein’s house tonight. Oh, the life of a student… J

We take two breaks during the class. Alex and Hannah Ponstein are relaxing in the window.

The other group I go to class with – the Hannahs and Alex – study on the other end.

This is the corner where Raúl and I discuss the literature and culture of Nicaragua.

A Healing Balm

Before a word is on my tongue
you know it completely, O LORD.

~ Psalm 139:4

God is so good! On Friday, I realized that I was feeling overwhelmed by life. I needed some down time, some peace and quiet. Well, I didn't get an empty house or a remote island, but I got a farm, and people to encourage me. Friday night my mamá asked me if it was easy for me to leave my family since I was used to it or if I missed them. As I told her, "a little of both" I started crying. I missed them especially on Friday, and a whole combination of things led to a (long-overdue and completely normal for me) crying spell. So she left me alone for a bit and I talked to God about how I was feeling. I realized that I haven't taken much time off. I have been going and going, and not just taking time off. Plus, life here in Nicaragua takes a lot of work. I have to plan everything more because it takes more time. Things like internet are not just right there at my fingertips. I walk a lot of places, so it takes time. And I'm always thinking about whether or not I'm saying the right things (grammar and content), dressing the right way, etc. It's a lot of mental pressure, I think. And I didn't realize these things until I realized I was feeling overwhelmed. So I prayed for some peace...

Saturday, I went with my family to the finca, the family "farm" just out of León. It was beautiful! It wasn't the middle of nowhere, but it was quieter, and I felt very peaceful there. I also got to meet more of my "family." Roberto is one of the people who helps us from the Nehemiah Center this semester, and he lives in León. He's actually my cousin through my host family. I got to go to his house with his brother, Mauricio, on a motorcycle. I love motorcycle rides! Even in Nicaragua, when I was a bit more nervous because people here drive crazy! I really like talking to Roberto, and I get along well with him and Mauricio. I got to see wedding pictures and all sorts of things.

My family was worried that I was bored at the finca, but it was a balm to my frayed nerves. Even though I wasn't all by myself, I had peace and quiet. The church service we'd been planning on going to was cancelled because of rain, so we spent the whole day at the finca, rain and all. When we got home, I went to bed.

On Sunday I went with Roberto and another student, Alex, to Poneloya. Alex played baseball with a group there, and I spent the day with Roberto, his pastor friend Rodrigo, and Alex. I also met a girl from North Carolina who married a Nicaraguan. It was nice to make new friends. We went to an island at Poneloya where Rodrigo's wife works, and it was a beautiful place.

So even if it wasn't exactly what I craved on Friday, the weekend was a great experience. It was relaxing and peaceful. I got to spend time with people who make me feel comfortable and accepted for who I am. Because Roberto works at the Nehemiah Center, he has a bigger worldview than many Nicaraguans here, so I feel closer to him in our theological perspectives, too. God definitely answered my prayers and fulfilled my needs this weekend. Praises are unceasing.

The finca in the rain... So many fruit trees and exotic plants - but they belong here! It was gorgeous.

From vine, to mature, to glass - the journey of granadilla, a fruit that makes a great "fresco" with little seeds in it.

I miss my bike - so I got to take a little tour around the finca on the bike there. :) Good times.

Pictures of Life

Here are some pictures from Nicaragua!

Our group at the beach of Poneloya from left: Alex, Daniel, John, Hannah C, Evan, and Hannah P next to me in the front.

At a beauty pageant at UNAN the contestants needed to make their own outfit that represented something important to Nicaragua.

Our patio at my host family's house - with my freshly washed clothes hanging up! :)

Me washing clothes in the lavadero.

My first Sunday here was my "nephew" Alejandro's birthday, and we took pictures at the church. They sang to him during the service, but it's a small church with only 40ish people. The girl is a "cousin" who was actually named after one of the Dordt students last year - Genesis Nadji.

Solitude

Life in Nicaragua has been good lately, but busy. I have had class in the morning this week. When I get home around 1:30, I eat lunch and do homework. One day I washed my clothes. This may not sound like a great act, but washing clothes in Nicaragua means I haul my laundry out to the lavadero/pila (a big concrete sink thing with water in the middle and two shallow areas that drain on the sides), wet it, soap it, scrub it by hand, rinse it, squeeze it out, and hang it on the line in the courtyard. I actually like doing it, but it's quite time-consuming.

My homework usually consists of reading books by or about Ruben Dario, one of Nicaragua's famous poets. He was actually a journalist, embassador, etc (he had a lot of different titles in his life) as well as the principal figure of the literary movement Modernismo. I have been reading his poems and short stories. This weekend I get to read his thoughts about Nicaragua after he returned for a visit after being in Europe a long time. As a visitor to Nicaragua, I like reading what he appreciated and disliked about his home country.

Last night I went to a beauty pageant sort of thing at the university of Leon (UNAN). The candidates wore traditional dresses, then a costume they made representing something important to Nicaragua (ocean, corn, sun), and finally evening dresses. Between times there were groups that danced and a lot of shouting from the students who were there. After we left the auditorium, my sisters and I had trouble hearing!

This weekend I'm going to the family farm with my mama, then church in the afternoon. Sunday I'm going to the beach for a church service with a pastor who ministers to the youth in Poneloya through sports. After the service I'll watch one of my fellow students, Alex, play baseball.

In the midst of all the busyness, I'm feeling a bit revuelto - scrambled. I think perhaps I need to have some quiet time, but it's hard to find quiet time because there's always someone at my house. I don't like just sitting in my room because 1) it's hot, 2) I can still hear everything because the house is pretty open, 3) I feel like I'm missing things. I'm finding it hard to balance life here in Nicaragua: family and friends, homework and free time, etc. Please pray that I'll be able to decide what things I need to do. I would love to have some alone time, as well, but at this point I don't see how that would be possible because someone is always around me - in the house, in public, when we go out as friends...

Don't get me wrong - I like the things I'm doing. I just feel tired and frazzled today, and I don't know how to make it better. I know that things will change, and with some sleep tonight I'll probably feel better about life. However, I also know that I have a tendency to put other people and their wishes ahead of what's best for me and my relationship with God. Pray for me to be firm about my priorities. Thanks.

Meal Time

Usually the hardest thing to get used to when living in a new place is the food, and Nicaragua is no exception. So far, I have liked most of the food. However, it is completely different from what I eat in the States. Typical meals include rice and tortillas with everything. There are a lot of eggs, some meat (fried chicken, sauteed beef), and cheese. I have eaten some typical foods like nacatamal (a special dish with barbecued pork and corn mash cooked in a banana leaf) and fish soup. Their soup has huge chunks of stuff in it, though - like meat, casava, platanos, etc. You need a fork to eat it! Yesterday my mama and I cooked flan together (with instant mix, not from scratch), and it turned out well!

Although I like the food pretty well, my family usually gives me way more than I can eat comfortably. Meal time is a struggle: me against the food, who will win? Can I eat it all? Ironically, in the second poorest country in the Western hemisphere, my friends and I have been trying to come up with ways to avoid eating so much. I mean no disrespect, but the amount of food we are expected to eat here is one of my biggest struggles. That said, the past few days have been better. I think it's a combination of me getting more of an appetite as I get accustomed to the place and the heat as well as the influence of my comments to my Nicaraguan sisters that I don't understand how they can eat so much all the time!

With these improvements in mind, my Hannah friends and I have been joking about ways we can creatively avoid eating. I thought it might be humorous to share a few:

The classic: let the pets have a few bites

The effective: tell them you don't feel good and they let you skip a meal or eat way less

The sneaky: take some of your food with you when you need to leave for class or something, and give it to one of the Dordt boys with a ravenous appetite

The honest: admit you can't eat it all and save it for a mysterious, undetermined "later"

The homemaker: eat when no one else is around and put half of your plate back in the pot

The busy: schedule meetings close to meal times so that you can say you’ve already eaten (preferably the meeting should have something edible there)

The family-oriented: give food to your siblings or little kids running around the house

Thankfully, I no longer have to implement these strategies, but some day they might come in handy for your travels! J

And yes, the plate in the picture is something I ate last weekend at the beach, but I had to have someone else turn it over for me because I couldn't touch the fish head!