
Location: Private Residence, Masaya, Nicaragua
Taken: January 16, 2010
Archive for the ‘my city’ Category
Jan
19th
Jan
15th
So you’ve never walked home from breakfast and saw a horse hanging out in an empty city block? What kind of city do you live in?!

Location: Calle Santa Lucia, Granada, Nicaragua
Taken: January 1, 2010
Jan
14th
What? Your hospital doesn’t have bedpans and cats hanging out in the yard?

Location: Hospital Japones, Granada, Nicaragua
Taken: January 3, 2010
Jan
7th
I’m starting to adjust to walking through a garden and seeing the most amazing flowers growing everywhere. It’s not hard to take great pictures here, just focus on the details and this land God created takes care of the rest.

Location: Volcan Mombacho, Nicaragua.
Taken: December 9, 2009
Jan
4th
Nicaraguan culture has odd quirks, the most obvious being the acceptance and encouragement of littering. So what happens to the trash? It gets swept into the gutter and then into the sewer system. This morning was particularly filthy because of all the fireworks. It makes me very afraid to think where all of this is going.

Location: Calle Santa Lucia. Granada, Nicaragua.
Taken: December 25, 2009
Nov
30th
On any given Sunday, you can walk out of our front door and see a house being painted.

A friend on a bike.

Newly painted houses, in preparation for the Celebrations of Santa Maria.

Houses waiting to be painted.


And a moving truck.

The past week was crazy busy, and it produced a lot of blogging material. Including a Thanksgiving dinner for 35, a weekend trip to northern Nicaragua and meeting a child sponsored by a fellow team member. I hope your Thanksgiving was as fun filled and peaceful as ours was!
Oct
15th
If you ever stopped to think, “I wonder what an Iphone would look like if a company stole the idea and then sold it in Nicaragua.” I have the answer.

What you can’t see is the antenna that is built into the side that you can extend and then watch TV. Classy.
Oct
8th
Every day at sunset, Granada turns into a Monet painting, full of amazing watercolors in every color of the rainbow. Purple, orange, blue, yellow, pink and red all take their turn. The houses are painted in clouds, as the light turns dreamy. But be quick! The show is quick, lasting a mere thirty minutes. The entire city exhales until the night draws its curtains. Rockers are brought to the sidewalk, soccer balls are kicked, and moms prepare dinners in cool kitchens.
Don’t be sad, if you wait long enough, the moon comes out to play.
Sep
24th
Before we left, a person who had experience in living overseas told us that if we were going with a Saviour complex, that we would fail at our goals.
That was made clear this week. We have run into a couple of situations where the response has been “screw the gringo.” We’re well aware of the gringo rate, we pay it (usually) happily because there’s no way around it. And let’s be honest, we make more money than most people here. It’s ok to pay a little more when the services cost less than they would if everyone made decent money here.
But these situations are different. I won’t go into details because they are irrelevant, but Frank and I have started praying that God would protect our hearts from feeling:
- Like we’ll never make a difference here.
- That everyone is out to screw us over.
- That we’ll never be able to find people who are genuine.
Our pastor is adamant about discipleship being successful (especially when compared to evangelism), but only if you equip nationals to do the work. Because we are not from this culture, we will never 100% understand it. So we keep praying and hoping that God will provide.
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A funny story from yesterday. Just about everything is cash here, so every week or so we have to go to the ATM, withdraw the cash in dollars, go three stores down to the cash exchange (the only one that has a great rate and gives you a receipt), exchange it while trying to block the view of the very nosy people in line, and then walk home with it zipped up in various pockets. It took me a couple times to get used to it, but I’m adjusting. I’,m not acting like a crack fiend with a rock (Frank’s comparison, not mine) when I have cash, well not all the time.
However, yesterday I had to go alone because I was running some errands and needed cash. The cash exchange is in a school supply business, so it’s a great place to buy crafts for the children’s literacy program I’m now in charge of (it sounds fancy but it’s really just a reading hour with a little song and craft). I walked up to the counter and got really excited because no one was in line. Only to see the door to the office close behind the lady as she took a bathroom break. I waited, and 30 seconds before she came back a little man with a pot belly came up behind me to wait. I typically have Frank with me, which gives me a little personal space buffer. Not so much this time. He was all up in my grill. Looking at my cash, asking me where the lady was, and when she came back, looking at my money as she counted it out. Keep in mind that all this time I’m doing the following:
- Shuffling from side to side to block his view.
- Staring him down.
- Acting like I can’t understand him.
- Getting nervous because now he knows (to the penny, he was close enough to read the mini receipt they give you) the amount of cash I have on me.
By the time I got the cash and walked off, I was so nervous. I was mentally berating myself for going to do this while Frank was out. I called him, knowing I had to take a taxi home now. I’m giving him the rundown on the phone when our roommate taps me on my shoulder. I almost give her a hug, I’m so relieved. We decide to take a taxi together. We hop in the taxi, and who do we pick up at the next corner but the creepy pot belly guy. Thank God our roommate was with me, or he would have know where we lived without knowing there were multiple people living in the house. I’m hoping that he doesn’t try to come by the house. I’ve been hearing story after story of people who climb over the walls and break into houses. We keep our room locked up, but you never know.
Another day, another dollar!
Sep
22nd
So obviously the party was a roaring success as I didn’t have time to post last night before we collapsed into bed. Everyone seemed to have a great time, and Frank was so happy. He’s never been really excited about a party as he hates being the center of attention. But last night you could tell he felt really good about everyone being there.
We started the day in a staff meeting, as we met a family started waiting by the front door. It was the little girl that needs surgery and her father. They needed 100 cords ($5) for a blood test, and we’re hoping we would give it to them. This is on top of the 2000 cords ($100) they need for the surgery. It started all of us talking about how
Basically there are two camps on this issue. The first thinks that if we have the money, we should just give it to them. The second thinks that the money should be a loan, and that giving people money is the worst thing you can do for them. Nicaragua has a state sponsored health system that requires all full time employees to be covered. The problem? Most employers will hire part time or under the table. So there is no way of knowing who has coverage and who doesn’t. There are also free hospitals here, as well as plentiful free clinics.
I alternate between the two ways of thinking. I’m hoping to help formalize the process here, where legitimate claims can be processed and help can be offered. I’m thinking it would work if we could treat it as a micro loan and requiring financial responsibility classes. I also have a bleeding heart, and don’t want the girl to hurt anymore. The problem is that you have to meet the immediate need, while looking at changing a cultural norm (asking any gringo for money). Unfortunately, we are working against a lot of tourists who make themselves feel better by giving a dollar or even ten (a full day’s wages here) to a person who looks like they have a need.
It’s a phenomenon of poverty. I experienced it in Birmingham, living in a lower income area, and am experiencing it again in Granada. One of the biggest scams here is going to each gringo house asking for money with medical papers in hand. The medical papers never have a date. Scammers will save them for years to make money off of people (like me) with a sympathetic heart. This is because I am solidly middle or class, and my friends would never ask for money unless they desperately needed it.
The bottom line for me is that I’m really happy to be in a place where I feel like I can make a difference. Sarah has a lot of experience on this very topic, and I know we’ll work well together as we dream up plans. The bottom line for Christians is that God doesn’t need our money or our effort. He can make this place better without us, but he wants to work with us to make lasting change and to show his glory to people in need.
I spent most of the day shopping yesterday. I sent Frank to the market, but underestimated the amount of vegetables I would need. Three hours later, we went back. And three hours after that, Frank went back. Everything is super convenient here, which can either be really good or really bad. We spent almost 100 cords on taxis taking us everywhere yesterday.
We had a fantastic time at the party. Everything looked great, the food all came together perfectly. The soup I made was really spicy, but I loved it. All of our team was here last night, and every one of the girls (five in total) and Frank are getting odd rashes and bumps. We think it’s something on the land at El Puente, but we’re not sure. It could be the mango tree that is out there.
I can’t tell you how happy I am here. I’m planning a children’s program that will take place every Tuesday at 3pm. I learned that Sarah knows someone who owns a pottery studio here, and I’m hoping to learn pottery again. There are so many places to be creative here, and I’m really excited to experience it.



