Today was great. I slept through the night, I woke up to the daily fireworks at 6:30 am and felt hungry for the first time in days. While all the things I had complied into a list of grievances and annoyances in Nicaragua still did not charm me in my healthy state of mind, they didn´t phase me much, either. I walked down the street avoiding the horse manure, stepping around open ten foot deep manholes, ignoring cat calls and breathing in the not-so-fresh Granada air. Later in the day, I even joined one of the marching processions that I usually try to avoid.
About the processions...
Biweekly, if not more often, there are extremely loud marching band processions to honor the Saint of the Day. Last week there were two processions, one of which was for el divino nino, aka Baby Jesus Day. The marching band goes around the city, playing at the doorsteps of paid patrons. I came out of my room one evening to find a 20 piece band seranding the little girl at my house while she held up a statue of Jesus as a child. Today the city is honoring Santiago. Each saint day begins with fireworks at 6:30 am that are lit at the church, conveniently located right down the street. It´s great. I don´t even need my alarm clock.
About the manholes...
If ever there were confusion about the origin of this word, it has all been clarified. Notice, the next time you are strolling down main street, all those sewer covers. They are there for a reason, a good one. Then, imagine walking down that same street without any of those metal sewer covers. This is what Granada looks like, although I haven´t seen any men or women in the holes....yet.
About the horse manure....
Horses don´t use gas. I´m betting this will gain popularity in the US, what with gas prices and all.
Oh, and finally, about joining the procession...
No...I didn´t join a marching band procession for a saint. I joined the first ever march against sexual violence in Granada. To my surprise, there were more men than women (at least at the start of the march). I will post photos on my flickr site.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/65074565@N00/
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too bad i wasn't able to send you the picture of my favorite manure: the question mark. ? what's that, you ask? well, ask jenny or mom and dad and you'll be sweetly surprised. ;)
i'm glad you're feeling better. get lots of clean cooked food and water. (i don't think you have to cook the water, but still, i am a virgin to these pre-pubescent countries. not that the senior citizens, like the u.s., are superior-- we just have much bigger diapers, know where to hide them, and poop on the other countries.)
i love you. love, your second biggest sister
I wish I had fireworks as an alarm clock.
Sounds like each day starts out with a bang.
He he.
Love you, ashley
I am glad to hear you were well taken care of, chica.
Its scary to feel so weak and vulnerable in a foreign country...but on a positive note, isn't it amazing how well you cope and pull through a sickly situation on your own? You are the eye of my tiger!
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