Same concept as last post, but I can't resist writing descriptive placards (a museum would do as much, no?)
A Classic Still Life
One of Nicaragua’s best features: fresh fruit and vegetables. Pictured here are fine specimens of avocado and mango.
Nica Bag
It was a proud day when we acquired this. Market shopping using the bag of local choice.
Water Jug
The back-up kitchen faucet.
The Bucket Shower
We learned fast. First priority when the water does decide to come on is fill this bucket for future showers or flushes as our needs may be.
Writing Desk
It’s what it looks like. The top part of the table meant for a TV (which we declined to have in the apartment) strung across an extra chair makes for my Nica writing desk.
Making Coffee.
1. Fill with water.
2. Throw in grinds.
3. Wait for boil.
4. Watch carefully because it boils over quick and baked coffee is a bitch to clean off the cooktop.
5. Don’t forget a rag before you touch the scorching handle.
6. Pour coffee into glass, slowly, so grinds don’t come with it.
7. Dispose of grinds in the flower bed while coffee cools to less than 3rd degree burn temperature.
8. Add sugar and milk.
9. Ahhh, enjoy a morning coffee.
10. How Fred misses his espresso maker!
A main staple, and a change from beans!
Alright I can’t help myself, a few words about our PARTY!
It was the night before the 4th of July. Our existence is typically date and timeless, but our facebook friends had reminded us of the bbq we wouldn’t taste, the fireworks we wouldn’t see, the family gathering we wouldn’t have. It put us in a nostalgically festive mood, well me anyway.
“Let’s throw a party!” I enthusiastically suggested to Fred shortly after his return from a mini beach vacation in Las Penitas. We invited the neighbors, Pedro’s family, Maria’s family, expected them to all bring more family, plus some friends…so, we started shopping. 48 hotdogs, four 3-liters of soda, 50 buns, three 12 packs of cookies, a case of beer and a bottle of rum later, we were ready.
Except we forgot balloons! And we’ve noticed a fiesta isn’t a fiesta in Nicaragua without balloons. Besides, I’d had the most inspired idea to host a water balloon contest. So 20 minutes before our start time, Fred jumped in a moto-taxi, sped to Pali and saved the day with a 100 pack! When the guests did arrive, we were a bit breathless from our inflating furry, but balloons were everywhere, Romando brought a boom box and the celebration was underway.
Water balloon tossing is apparently a new concept and was so enjoyed by the kids and adults alike that we had to fill more balloons…and rack our brains for other silly games before the children got completely soaked in their nice party clothes. We played musical chairs, stomp the balloon, an impromptu version of seated balloon volleyball/keep away that EVERYONE could play at one time (and everyone did) until it degenerated into a frenzy of “pop as many balloons as you can” until their were none left hanging and we had to settle for a round of charades.
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