Note: this was written last Thursday, but due to unforseen complications, hasn’t been uploaded until now. Just so ya’ll get a sense of when this happened.
It’s quite hard to believe that I’ve been here for almost five weeks! The time really has flown.
Living in our house has been great so far. Megan and Courtney have been taking us around the neighborhood (Batahola Sur) a bit, introducing us to their friends and acquaintances. One woman, Claudia who lives with her husband and three(?) kids across the street, has been particularly awesome. We pass by her place often, and she and her family are always down to chat. She’s lent me a Nicaraguan cookbook and told me that she’s down to teach me whatever dish she knows (for some reason I’m wary of ethnic cookbooks… probably the CAST major in me), and in return I’ve been helping her a little bit with her English. Her kids, for their part, like to come by every once in a while to the house and say hi, and the youngest son, Mario, in particular just loves to yell “ADI-ADI-ADI-ADI-ADI-ADI-ADI-ADI” at us (“¡Adios!”). The adios thing is interesting. Here, and I think in most, if not all, Spanish-speaking countries, when people pass on the street, instead of saying “Hi!” or “¡Hola!” like we do, they say “¡Adios!”, “Goodbye!”. Since they all know I’m not Nicaraguan, sometimes they’ll speak in English, and say “bye bye.” If they want to actually have a conversation, that’s when they’ll say “hola.” I thought it was weird when I heard it while studying abroad in Spain, and it took a week or two to get used to here, but now that I think about it, it makes much more sense. Saying “Goodbye” when passing someone clearly and immediately signals your intentions, that you want to acknowledge that you know the other person and you’re happy to see them, but you don’t want to or don’t have the time to catch up (Alfredo, my host dad from Granada, also used to sit on the porch and yell out people’s full names as they passed by). Whereas in English, with always saying “hello;” I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m always unsure for a second about what people want to do, and when I say “hi” and decide to stop to have a conversation, more often than I’d like to admit the other person just keeps going. Whether this has something to do with failure to read body language and intonation or whatever, or with my habit of not showering, I don’t know. But my point is, I like this convention, even though an entire episode of Curb Your Enthusiasm would not exist without it.
We’ve also been spending a good amount of time with our friends Andrea and Sam (and our new friends Amanda and Greta) at the Volunteer Missionary Movement house in the neighborhood across the way, Batahola Norte, which is just across the street from the Centro Cultural de Batahola Norte, a community center that provides classes in performing and visual arts, technical and job-related skills, English, and other things. Their choir, Coro Ángel Torrellas de Batahola; named after the Spanish Dominican brother who started the choir, performed at the Rubén Darío National Theater, singing “Mass in C Major OPUS 86” (forgive me if this is wrong, I just copied this from the program) by one Ludwig von Beethoven. They’ve traveled quite a bit, including to the US, Canada, Mexico and Guatemala. I was quite impressed, and according to Andrea, who has sang in choirs, this piece is quite difficult, and was made moreso, apparently, by the dresses the women were wearing. Not too shabby for an open membership choir taken strictly from a single barrio!
Two streets away from us live Chepe, our Little Brother of Jesus local coordinator (who, while being born in the US, has been in Nicaragua for over 30 years and recently got his citizenship), and three young men who are considering becoming Brothers, Elbert, Miguelito, and Francisco. Every Tuesday we all get together for dinner and reflection, switching off between our house and their house. Elbert, Miguelito and Francisco are all great, and I’m looking forward to getting to know them better. On a slightly-related note, I have chosen to cook on Tuesdays (or, well, every other Tuesday), and am very pumped to hone my skills cooking for so many people (although nothing compared to the quantity that any Obie co-oppers have had to cook for). I’ve cooked my Nica version of Spanish paella (chiltoma, Nicaraguan green pepper, carrots, and chillote, a Nicaraguan mystery vegetable instead of red/green peppers, eggplant and asparagus) and salmorejo, to kind reviews (I didn’t do my best job), and I’m hoping to have Claudia over this coming Tuesday to teach me indio viejo, a sort of porridge-y thing with vegetables and beef, and tostones, basically Nicaraguan french fries made of plantains instead of potatoes (and frankly, I like them more). I thought there were pictures, but there aren’t any.
CANTERA is the non-profit here in Managua that Cap Corps has set up a partnership with to give us volunteers something to actually do here. Here is a handy tree that Lauren, a Jesuit volunteer living in Ciudad Sandino (a small town just outside of Managua) and working at the CANTERA youth center there, drew for us and Elizabeth copied down:
WHAT A TREE!
The program I’ll be working in with Megan and Elizabeth is the Urban program, for youth in poor areas. There are four centers, in Ciudad Sandino, in Dimitrov (this is the center where I’ll be doing most of my work), in San Judas, and Mateare (although most people pronounce it Matiari haha), a town further outside of Managua after Ciudad Sandino. Then there’s the Rural program, [in which Courtney and Ana work along with two other foreigners, Nicoletta (Italian) and Marius (I think that’s how you spell it… he’s Catalán), and three Nicaraguans (at least these were the people that went when I did), Juan Alberto, Erling (who is famous in our house for absolutely LOVING American boybands), and unfortunately, a woman whose name I can’t remember] which assists co-ops (I know that one is for honey, and maybe the other two as well?) in Belén, Mateare, and Ciudad Sandino, but also goes out further into the rural communities outside of Managua to encourage diversification in gardens and teach sustainable, organic agriculture to kids in schools. I rode along one day for that second part, and it was wonderful. Here’s some proof:
Juan Alberto (orange shirt) and Erling (in the background) teach me about gardens!
A proud farmer with his turnip!
A praying mantis posing for the camera
If I ever question why I'm living here... this is what I'm gonna look at
A pretty flower that Elizabeth took a picture of!
The view from someone's HOUSE.
The view from someone's HOUSE, part 2
Then, there’s the Natural Medicine program, which Lauren described as doing “pretty much what their name says, and whatever else they want.” Apparently there isn’t much interaction with that program haha. And then, there’s the “National Workshops,” or talleres, which are four one-week sessions spread out throughout the year about various things, including gender, whatever “deut” refers to, and probably other stuff, too. Megan and Courtney are in the gender workshop, which if it is still around next year I hope to get involved in, as well.
The basic principle of CANTERA (whose 23rd anniversary is actually today!) is popular education. It’s goal is to empower communities to use their own strengths and resources to develop and improve their community themselves. We were given a great presentation by Ramón, a Catalán man working for CANTERA in a capacity that I cannot remember at the moment, about this. He showed us a PowerPoint about some of the projects CANTERA sponsored in communities after a hurricane in 1996. In each case, they had an open community meeting, where they asked these questions: 1) what has our community looked like historically? 2) what do we want it to look like in the future? and 3) how can we make it look like that? I think there were a few more questions in there, but that’s the basic outline. And then, once communities agreed, they drew up plans, got their materials, and got down to work. It was incredible to see all of these planning stages, and see how everything actually ended up turning out pretty much exactly the way they planned.
At this point, I’d like to focus more on the Urban program. This principle of popular education is also carried out here, along with a heavy emphasis (which is also present in the Rural program) on the environment. This past weekend, we went to a campamento for the youth (which here means anywhere from ages 11-25) of all four centers at the Nicaraguan Sporting Institute (Instituto Nicaragüense de Deportes in Spanish), Megan, Courtney and Marius as staff and Elizabeth, Ana and I as participants. We woke up at 5:00AM, took a bus from Dimitrov at 6:00, and immediately started the activities when we arrived around 7:30. We didn’t stop until midnight, and with the energy and exuberance of the youth, many of us didn’t go to sleep until about 1:00 or 2:00, and in my room, there was this one guy who would yell “COMPAÑEROOOOOOS” about every 20 minutes until 3:00. In Marius’ room, which was supposed to be the quiet one, they hit anyone who fell asleep in the face with their pillows. We then woke up at 4:45 to do Zumba until 6:30, and then went until 4:00pM doing activities. Until yesterday, whenever anyone asked anyone else, Nicaraguan or foreigner, if they had recovered from the campamento, the answer was always “no.”
But there was a method to the no sleeping madness. There was quite simply a ton to do. There were a lot of games and activities, all of which were based on teamwork and communication. There was also a huge amount of dancing, and the first night ended with a talent show, where dance groups and theater groups from each community performed their own choreography and plays. These activities were interspersed with talks about leadership, empowerment and the environment, trying to inspire the youth (or at least get the idea in their heads) to take control of their personal and communal futures. We were split into teams of about 50 youths (I was on the Águilas [eagles]), where we had to decide as a group our team name, our war cry and team dance, and had to elect a leader. We then used these teams to complete various really fun challenges, which involved pour water from a bucket into a cup, passing through one of those rope spiderwebs, and a treasure hunt.
I went into the campamento at first thinking, “Oh, this is gonna be awesome! I’m just gonna hang out and make a bunch of Nicaraguan friends!” However, this wasn’t exactly how it happened. The lack of sleep made concentrating on Spanish harder, and my lack of energy was totally present on my face and in my body language (which culminated in falling asleep during the leadership talk while sitting in the front row), which just didn’t lend itself to making friends. Furthermore, the Spanish being spoken was so fast, with so much slang and double entendres, that it would’ve been really hard for me to follow anyway. So for a little while, I was kinda disappointed that things weren’t happening like I thought they were going to. But, I slowly came to the realization that I wasn’t there to make friends and hang out, and that even though I was a participant and not a leader, this campamento was not for me. I’m not a Nicaraguan youth, I’m an American volunteer, and there is a large difference between us. The campamento was a celebration of them and getting them inspired to lead change in their communities and in Nicaragua as a whole. I was there to be present and to understand, to see and interact with the youth and just get an idea of what they’re like, and to see and experience CANTERA’s work firsthand. And I think I did all of that. I have a much better understanding of CANTERA and its youth program than I did before, and I can see the organizations values very plainly in the activities they chose, the talks they gave, and even in the individual centers, where classes are taught by volunteering community members, not by people hired or contracted from outside. Everything the program does is geared towards youth realizing their agency and power, or at least toward providing them with a place to positively use their energies and talents, even as they live in poverty, in unfortunate domestic situations, and often with the threat of violence around them. I’m quite proud to say that I am working for this organization, I’m excited to see where my work takes me, and I really hope I can find a talent or skill to share with the youths, much like Megan gives photography workshops (in fact, there’s a CANTERA-wide environmentally-themed photo contest next month, with a gallery showing in November).
Right now, I’m assisting Megan in her English classes, which are from 8:00AM-9:30 (advanced), 9:30-11:00 (intermediate), and 11:00-12:00 (beginning) on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. She’s going to leave me with quite a good framework to work with, and with an awesome group of students. So far, it’s been very relaxed, with students coming and going whenever they can for free, and I really like the freedom we have to teach how we see fit. What Megan does, and what I think I’ll be continuing to do, is go over a chapter in the book, do a sort of review, and if needed, go back and re-learn whatever needs to be re-learned. The structure is also very loose; a lot of our time, especially in the intermediate and advanced classes, is spent just talking, and I think this helps keeps the students interested and keeps them from getting overwhelmed by or bored with the technical details. As a point of comparison, the English classes at the Centro Cultural de Batahola Norte charge for admission and are registered with some overseeing organization, which results in a more formal atmosphere, grades, and a fixed curriculum that doesn’t allow for going back to concepts that weren’t fully learned the first time.
Here’s some photos I took of the youth center, La Soya:
The front gate
The inside!
The storage room!
The kitchen and cantina! From left to right: Marta (the BOSS), Gabriela (the theater teacher), and Fidencio (an ex-Joven Constructor that volunteers there)
A little rotunda thing!
One of the security guards, Don oh-crap-i-can't-remember-his-name-now
The office! With a bush!
The back area! Some nice benches, the bathroom on the left hidden by the big bush, and a big barrel of water in the foreground!
The biggest program at La Soya, which I alluded to when describing Fidencio, is the Jovenes constructores program, or Youth Builders. It’s in its third cycle right now (each cycle taking six months), and the youth in this program are from ages 16-22 who live in Dimitrov. On weekday mornings, they… build stuff. The first group, of which Fidencio was a part of (along with a bunch of other people who spend their time at La Soya as community volunteers), actually built all of La Soya, and as part of the program’s alliance with the national police, built a small police station behind La Soya. Then, in the afternoons, they come back to La Soya for various courses and talleres. This past Monday (October 3), they began a month-long course on microbusiness, and at the end they have to write up a full-fledged business plan. Other courses include job-finding skills, computer skills, as well as talleres based on inspiring personal growth (incredibly important given the situations that many of the youths live in), thinking critically about the world and society around them (for instance, last week I sat in on a couple of sessions that dealt with human rights, and I think there’s a whole taller about gender), and, of course, environmentalism. It’s a wonderful program, and there’s a video that I’ll post here (with English subtitles!) if it’s actually on the Internet.
On a more mundane level, I got brave on Monday and decided to drink the tap water at work in Dimitrov. So far, I’m totally fine, I drank more of it yesterday, and I’m still fine. Hooray!