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Friday, April 26, 2013

Celebrating the Earth


Pearl Lagoon is incredibly rich in natural resources: a lagoon teeming with fish and shellfish, sandy beaches used as nesting sites for three species of sea turtle, rivers of clean fresh water, and fertile soil in which grow coconut, palm, pineapple, yucca, hibiscus, mango, papaya, plantain, Ethiopian apple, pine, rosewood, breadfruit, rose, and a myriad of other flowering and fruit-bearing trees, root vegetables, herbs, and medicinal plants. These resources may seem inexhaustible, but they are in fact in danger of rapid depletion to total destruction. Wood is harvested for housing, furniture, and decorative carvings. Forests are slashed and burned to make way for cattle, or for the sprawling, monoculture palm oil farms. The fish, shrimp, lobster, and turtle populations are being decimated by overfishing. Trash collects in yards, on roadsides, along shorelines, and in rivers. The factories, gas stations, and latrines that lie along the shoreline of the lagoon further pollute the water, affecting the health of local wildlife and community members alike.

Local leaders are trying to take the steps necessary for environmental preservation and replenishment. The going is hard. There is little infrastructure in place to support programs for trash disposal, recycling, and reforestation. Currently, for instance, there is no public trash dump, no vehicles to collect and transport trash, nor facilities to process recyclable materials. Resources are hard to come by, making the development of this infrastructure difficult. The laws instituted to protect local wildlife have been difficult to enforce. But before you start thinking this is simply a sob story, let me tell you about what the community is doing for itself.

Many local farmers are holding on to their lands, and continue traditional crop rotations, enhancing produce variety and maintaining soil fertility. Crops are sold locally.



Many fishermen respect the established fishing seasons for lobster and sea turtle. Many are also discontinuing the traditional practice of collecting turtle eggs for consumption.

University-level students study agroforestry to learn the best techniques and practices for natural resource management. Programs are offered here in Pearl Lagoon, in Orinoco, and in Bluefields. Selecting a career in agroforestry betters the community’s chances of conserving and, in some cases rejuvenating, the natural environment.

Schools teach children about environmental protection and good environmental hygiene. Students learn innovative ways of reusing materials such as plastic bottles, plastic bags, and aluminum cans.



Community members try to keep their neighborhoods well-tended and free of trash. Working together, they clean public spaces: cutting grass, trimming trees, raking, and collecting trash. Trash is buried or burned regularly (perhaps not the best environmental practice, but given the currently limited options, it is the best way to dispose of wastes that may otherwise lead to illnesses such as dengue fever, malaria, hepatitis, leptospirosis, leishmaniasis, diarrheal diseases, parasitic infections, scabies, tetanus, and skin and eye infections.

This past Monday here in Pearl Lagoon, we celebrated Earth Day with a festival that I am proud to say I helped to organize. All of the activities in some way or other allowed us to appreciate our natural resources, and raised awareness of our need to protect them. Working together – farmers, fishermen, students, parents, health professionals, local and national government officials, NGO staff members, volunteers, police officers, faith-based leaders, teachers – this community may be able to bring Pearl Lagoon back to what it was “long ago.”



Word of the week: medioambiente – environment

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Auntie Sara

As some of you may know, I'm living with a host family that includes a now three month old baby girl. Allow me to present you to the most beautiful baby in Pearl Lagoon, Lexi Elisa:




And I get to play auntie :)

Thursday, April 18, 2013

I Hate Mondongo


There. I said it. Whew! Feels good to get that off my chest.

When you join Peace Corps, you are signing on to live in a foreign country for over two years. You are agreeing to adapt to a new culture; to respect the customs and traditions of your assigned community; and to remain, at the very least, open-minded when encountering local norms that vary from your own. Living in your assigned community, you may start to worry that, in order to properly integrate, you will need to give up who you are – cast aside or hide that which makes you you – in order to be accepted by your neighbors, coworkers, and host family. You may question when to conform, when to reject, and when to tread the line by maintaining your own values while incorporating aspects of the host culture (becoming “bicultural,” so to speak).

After fifteen months of living in Nicaragua, I’ve made some adjustments – picked up some mannerisms, altered some speech patterns, radically changed my diet (to the detriment of my waistline), found new interests and hobbies, developed a taste for country music and reggae. I’ve become a little more patient. A little more willing to sacrifice privacy and personal space. A little more tolerant of noise, dirt, bugs, and chaos. And I think that the people of Pearl Lagoon are coming to know me, accept me, and trust me.

But there are some things I just can’t adjust to. One of them is mondongo: a traditional soup made with the intestines, stomach, and feet of pigs. At its best, I find the soup to be greasy and uninteresting. At its worst, even the smell makes me queasy. The problem is, nearly all of the members of my host family love mondongo, and we eat our meals together. As it is in many other cultures, a woman’s self-worth is, in part, based on her ability to cook and to feed her loved ones. Refusing an offering of food can be seen as a rejection of the cook herself. So, in order to avoid insulting or hurting any feelings, I would eat small amounts of the mondongo each time it was made, begging off a larger portion due to lack of appetite.

That is, until yesterday, when I walked into the house for lunch and was olfactorily assaulted by the smell of boiling pork intestine. I decided then and there: I couldn’t keep living a lie. I needed to tell my family of my mondongo aversion. Sheepishly, I confessed. And you know what? It went well. My relationships with my host family members are strong enough now that there was no offense taken (especially because they know how much I enjoy all the other food they cook). They were only sorry they hadn’t known sooner. So, while everyone else dined on mondongo yesterday, I had a big bowl of beans and plantain.

This is just a small illustration of what I’ve been realizing of late: though I may adopt elements of the local culture, it will never truly be my culture. I will never be a full-fledged Laguneña, because I will always be American, for better or for worse. But that’s okay. No one here wishes me to be something other than myself. Their only true expectation is that I remain respectful of their way of life, regardless of whether or not I personally choose to embrace it.

And, truth be told, there are plenty of native Nicaraguans that don’t like mondongo either.

Words of the Week: cambiar – to change; aguantar – to endure, put up with, withstand

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Me Talk Pretty One Day


Learning a new language is a daunting task. Learning two simultaneously is downright frightening. My current speech pattern is a horrendous mixture of American English, Nicaraguan Spanish, and Creole English. It makes me feel linguistically incompetent, but poco a poco it goin get betta, right?

For your enjoyment and enlightenment, I present you with a sample of what I’ve picked up over the last three and a half months. To be clear, what I’m talking about here is Creole English, not the true Creole that some (especially those from the older generations) speak. Many of the words are a direct translation from Spanish, as is the grammatical structure. The true coastal Creole is much more of a departure from my mother tongue, and therefore much harder (and sometimes impossible) for me to understand.

Belong – Used to discuss or identify place of birth (“I belong Detroit”)
Big Belly Woman – Pregnant Woman
Boonka/Boonky – Butt
Clide – Tired/sick of
Cut off – Turn off
Eibo – Almond
Moi – Term of endearment for small children
Pear – Avocado
Pinda – Peanut
Pine – Pineapple
Poonka – Fart
Punch – Strike out (baseball)
Reach – Arrive
Spring Chicken – Frog
Stay – Used to discuss where one is living currently (“I stay Pearl Lagoon”)
Strike – Inject

I continue to struggle with the proper use of pronouns, verb conjugations, question construction, and overall pronunciation, but I’m having fun (which is important too, right?) learning. And when all else fails, I can fall back on my intermediate (though quickly deteriorating) level Spanish. Or speak American English veeerrryyy sloooowly.

Monday, April 1, 2013

Happy Anniversary


…to me! I’ve officially completed one year of service today (NOT April fools!). This past year has been one of small triumphs; big disappointments; moments of joy, frustration, and sadness; self-reflection; and lessons learned. My site change dramatically altered my course of service; it has provided new opportunities, but in many ways it put me back at the beginning. So while technically I am now officially halfway done with my service, I feel like I’m only three months in. There are new friendships to form, new working relationships to establish and grow, new work plans to develop and implement, a new language to learn, and a new culture to adapt to. It’s exhausting, yet exhilarating.

While there are times I still question the wisdom of my decision to pack up my life in the states and join the Peace Corps, overall I’m glad I did. As most returned Peace Corps volunteers will tell you, what makes this experience so worthwhile is not necessarily the work-related activities you will complete during your two years of service, but rather the relationships you will build, the places you will visit, the food you will eat, the music you will listen to, and the all of the everyday occurrences and special events you will witness and take part in as you become integrated into your community. I’m guessing I’ve already changed quite a bit since my arrival in Nicaragua, and no doubt I will change even more by the time I complete my two years of service. Physical wear and tear aside, I hope that these changes have been for the good.

PS – A very happy birthday (tomorrow) to two amazing women in my life: my grandmother, Margaret, and my godmother, Marty!  ¡Felíz cumpleaños, abuelita y madrina!

Word of the week: cambiar – to change