Sorry, after moving out of the orphanage my time on the internet has become more scarce, limiting the time I can post blogs. I promise to get better soon.
There have been many stories since I have moved into Julio’s house. Stories about his wife making his kid write the sentence “El Chele es Malo” The white man is bad, getting to read the bible with Julio, having his nieces just look at me and giggle while saying look a gringo along with many others. But this weekend was worth telling the whole story.
So me and Julio and his kid and 2 nieces and 1 nephew took the bus to a little down at the beach where his dad lives. We walked around the town where everyone wanted to at least shout at the gringo walking through town. There was a baseball game going on with people ages 15-50 playing in all different uniforms. We walked down to a little shanty on beach front property where his cousin lived. His cousin is a professional fisherman and invited me to go out with him next weekend. After that we went to a real Nicaraguan rodeo where you could do anything you wanted after you paid 30 cords ($1.50). That included hang out in the bull ring, ride a bull if you want, or grab a piece of red cloth to provoke the bull.
We left early to try and catch the last bus out of town for the night but we were 15 min late and were stuck in the town for the night. We went to the local carnival with some of Julio’s friends and rode a few rides and called it a night. Woke up at 4:30 AM to catch the first bus back to Los Cedros where we made it to work only 5 min late.
more post to come with better quality i promise.
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