I thought I’d give an FYI about these blog posts – I usually post them the day after I write them. I write at night as I’m about to fall asleep, and then I post them when I go to the park for wifi the next day. So for example, I am writing now on Monday night, but I assume I won’t have a chance to post until Tuesday afternoon. I won’t necessarily post every day, but for now it’s good for me. I’m in a brand new environment, so I like feeling like I have some connection to life back home. That said, I need you to comment and ask me questions as much as you can! It’ll make my day. You have no idea. It’s so comforting to write in a language that I actually know during this time of complete immersion in Spanish. Reading your comments would make it even better!
I think tonight I’m just going to talk about some random cultural differences/whatever strikes my fancy.
My family eats at the kitchen table, but never all at the same time. I got home at about 5:45 today and assumed that nobody had eaten. My host mom asked when I wanted dinner, and I didn’t want to tell her “I’m starving and I need food right now” (even though I am and I do) because I’m trying not to be rude, so I just said, “I’m a little hungry,” but then she started talking to my abuelita about how I hardly eat anything. I kind of skipped lunch today because I wanted to run to the park and post my blog, and at that point I wasn’t SUPER hungry. When I got home though, I was ready to eat a whole cow, but now she thinks I starve myself (even though I’ve eaten all of every other thing she’s ever put in front of me).
Update: it’s almost 8 pm and my host mom just asked me if I was going to eat or not. I said yes, obviously, because I was starving 3 hours ago, and then she brought me the smallest portion yet. Note to self: stop trying not to impose on host mom, or you’ll starve.
Mi casa. I know my mom is dying to know all of the details of my Nica house, so here they are:
- I have a real toilet, but Nicaraguan plumbing can’t handle toilet paper, so you have to put it in the trash instead of flushing it.
- I have running water, but it only comes in one temperature: cold. This isn’t a problem for me because I wake up in a pool of my own sweat every morning and welcome the opportunity to immerse myself in agua fria. Also, the water isn’t that cold. It’s colder than room temperature, but it’s not freezing.
- My room didn’t have an outlet when I got here, so my host dad wired one in. All of the electric in this house is wired outside the walls.
You may be wondering why I haven’t been posting pictures on the blog. I will eventually, but I’m trying not to wave my fancy camera and iPhone around town. My room is too small to get a good picture, but here’s one of my gatita on my bed. Y’all like my mosquito net?
One more note at 9 pm. It’s actually–dare I say it–a little chilly tonight. I’m watching Spanish Ugly Betty (with a different cast/a Betty who is so pretty that it took me 15 minutes to realize she’s the title character) and I almost wish I was wearing a jacket. I put a blanket on the bed (before it just had a sheet), which I’m positive I’ll regret in the morning.