Bread and Sandinistas.

My family makes bread completely by hand every few weeks.  I help them fill the rolls with cheese before it is thrown into the oven outside, but I have yet to learn the ancient art of making the dough.  I took pictures of the bread-making yesterday, but I could not stay for the whole process because my fellow trainees and I had to go door-to-door to meet all of the pregnant women in the town.  There are 13.  We invited them to a charla (short lecture) this upcoming week about nutrition during pregnancy.  Some were very excited and a few were too shy to even respond.

We stumbled upon a Sandinista rally in the park and decided to sit and watch for a little while.  For those of you who do not know, Nicaraguan president Daniel Ortega is running for a second term in November.  The upcoming election will prove to be very lively to say the least.

Things I am getting used to in my town:

trash burning in the streets

saying "adios" to people walking by instead of "hola"

pipe bombs any time of day or night

going to bed early

waking up early

speaking Spanish

Tía Blanca making the dough by hand

Doña Rosario (mamá) and Tía Blanca

Rosario, Joseling, and Blanca shaping and cutting the dough

The dough before cheese is added

Wilma enjoying the finished product fresh from the oven.

My bed and mosquito net.

My desk.

My closet.

At the Sandinista rally.

Sandinista rally.

Sandinista rally.

Sandanista rally.

My cousin´s son, Icker.

My other cousin´s son, Christopher.