What an experience! My last few weeks down in Nicaragua I was 100% everything; running around (and oh, the biking!) everywhere, eating everything, teaching with all my heart, getting to know my fellow artists... I almost don't know where to begin with this final post. I say almost because, well, I'm writing the damn post, so I've jumped in head first...and that's a start of sorts.
Firstly, I'd like to acknowledge my two favorite fruits from Nicaragua.
Number One, Mamones.

Mamones are small, round fruit with smooth skins. The skins pop off in a manner similar to oranges, but the way in which you eat the fruit is quite different. The word "Mamon" means to suck, and that is literally what you do with it. You suck it. The flesh is attached pretty strongly to the large seed in the middle, so you no choice but it suck it all off. Delicious, and easier then it seems.
Moving on..
Number two, Pitalla.

Pitalla can be eaten by hand, sure, but what they're most commonly used in is juice. The inside is pulpy, delightfully so, and I cannot compare it to a fruit here. It's very unique, and can be easily juiced by hand if the power is out and you've got a plethora of thirsty kids running around.
And oh, how I miss these and more! I found a nice site, http://www.vianica.com/sp/go/specials/14-frutas-de-nicaragua.html that has decent photos and descriptions of a lot of the basic fruits there. The descriptions are in Spanish, but I'd still check out the photos.
What else? My classes ended with a bang, or rather a final presentation for the parents and artists. I had the older kids (ages 11-16) perform solo or in duos, while a few of the smaller children sang Mary Had A Little Lamb...I wish I had a video of it... they're a riot.
Speaking of videos, I've uploaded all of mine onto http://www.youtube.com/luciahawley . Even the two second videos the robber took unknowningly are up there.. all, 15?
The robber took my camera and wallet when I was at the beach for a day. I had left my bag on the back porch of the house (Soany's father's...absolutely beautiful, five steps away from the beach, cows included) while I went inside to eat lunch. We decided that it was a 14-16 year old kid, because he took the flashy camera and wallet, but did not take my semi-old looking phone, or just the whole bag. Anyway, I thought both items were long are gone, never to be seen again. That all happened on a Wednesday. Sunday morning Soany comes to my house at 7 am telling me that a neighbor of her father has my camera, and bought it back (for me) for 500 cordoba (roughly 27 bucks). We went to the beach, went to the neighbor's and I paid him back. Then we went to the police office to fill out a notice.
I cannot believe my camera is still here... it's insane. The robber also took some photos, but the videos are more or less the same. So, take a look! I've also got videos that I took while there. If you don't like sunburns, DO NOT watch "Lucia the Snake." I mean that.
I dearly miss all of the artists in the Taller Artistico Xuchialt, and only have fond memories of them. Did I say I got sick my last night there? Rough luck, huh? I felt amazing, ate everything, did everything for eight weeks (excluding my intial illness, but that's fairly typical) and then --BOOM-- got sick my last day there. So, I left without much fanfare. But I feel bad because that last day I was there was "La griteria chiquita," which is more or less their version of Halloween. So we stayed in the Taller and they took turns playing some sort of shoot 'em up game. They say I shouldn't, but I do feel guilty about that.
Last post, eh? I've enjoyed writing in this blog, and thanks to all who have checked it out. Strange, now the trip really feels over. I am so happy I did what I did, I've learned loads about the world, people--I include myself in that generalization--and life this summer. I wouldn't trade this experience for anything in the world, ever.
Love,
Lucia
