Friday, February 6, 2009
esteli
so i mainly came to esteli to visit my friends from seattle (marian and noah) who are volunteering here, but its turned out to be a pretty cool place. and i was cold for the first time last night in who knows how long. not really a good thing, but it seemed notable. my friends have been volunteering here, guatemala, and honduras, teaching in schools. trading our stories, we´d done super different things but both sides were jealous of what the other had done. they also said that i was taller! who knew? it was once again very nice to see old friends though, and it was good to catch up. i also ended up running into two of the people i volunteered with at the turtle reserve! only a month later and in another country. so i think when i leave ill be going with them. today we went and toured a cigar factory which was fun and as an added bonus we got to smoke free cigars. i felt like fidel. or governor lepetomane from blazing saddles. they had one there that was over a foot long and god knows how thick, and i think smoking it is one of the manlier things i could imagine someone doing. they didn´t let us though. i think tomorrow we´re going to a little community outside of town for hiking and living on a farm for a couple days. and they make swiss cheese! i can´t wait. the cheese here sucks. so i´ll be ruffin it out in the countryside until i write next. hopefully ill have some more good stories to share. ciao
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When I was in Granada, I slept in a room filled with bats who would swoop back and forth over us during the night. In Masaya, which I visited a number of times since it isn't far from Granada where I was working, one of my friends was fired on by the contras and they gave her a pistol and she hid behind a table ready for a shoot out-- which never occurred. Nothing quite so dramatic happened to me, though once I was told the contras were going to surround me.
I wanted to to to Esteli, which I was told was beautiful, but they advised me against it because the war still seemed to be happening up there (I now regret that I didn't go). Nobody offered me smoothies however.
have you seen any of the silhouettes of Sandino anywhere? They used to be everywhere you looked.
un abrazo grande,
gene
I am not sure that Fidel would be happy to think that there is not that a great a difference between him and William J. Lepetomane. At least you did not feel like Mongo.
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