With one day left in San Ramon, I feel at liberty to characterize our experience with a variety of images.
In San Ramon...
The roads are BUMPY.
The forests are MOUNTAINOUS and MUSICAL.
The bugs are HUGE.
The ants are VICIOUS.
The dancing is done with the HIPS.
The cows are SKINNY.
The rough bricks that we use to build the school are giving our hands a little character. Yellowish brownish powder fills the cracks of our palms, and our fingertips are peeling. Personally, I am hoping that a little of my dainty white-girlness diminishes a bit. It's embarrassing, but luckily, we've given up on taking ourselves seriously. Personal information is free-flowing. The group is at such intimate knowledge with each other, social norms have gone out the window, and no sane person could be comfortable with the amount of information we share with one another now.
Luckily, the men who work at the site (my best friend is Luis Enrique-- who wears an overly-folded yankees cap and, feeling bad for me, tells me that my wall is "trabajo bonito". I'll take the compliment where I can get it) don't understand English for the most part. On the other hand, I suppose you look like a fool singing Disney songs no matter how many of the words you can understand. At the site today, there was a Mother's Day celebration thrown by the school kids.
80 kids + 3 teachers + Mother's poetry + hip girating dances, one after the other + Piñata = the celebration.
While some of the group maintained that the dancing was a cultural norm, (have you seen the way people south of the border just seem to "naturally" shake their hips?? It must be in the teaching!) some couldn't help but avert their eyes as the 13 year-old Mother's Day performers shook what their mamas gave them....one after the other for a half hour. After that, we left the storehouse-turned-schoolhouse (what our work will eventually replace) and we watched the somewhat violent spectacle that is the piñata in Nicaragua.
Tomorrow is the despedida, or the goodbye, and it will be our last day in San Ramon. I think I can speak for the group when I say that we will be missing the weather in the mountains, where the afternoon rains and the altitudes bring a slight freshness to the air. Don't get me wrong--it's still roasting.--but nothing like the sweat lodge that is Managua. We will be presenting to the community our array of talents, participating in a cultural exchange with those whom we have been working this past week. In other words:
Molly (AKA the group's only talent) singing + the Makarena = our performance tomorrow.
OK guys! I think you could probably tell from the style that this is my first (and probably only) blog. This is Maddie Kiely. Over and out.