We had the incredible honor of visiting family in Guatemala this past week. As we spent the week learning about the culture and traditions of Guate, we couldn’t help but notice the similarities and differences between them and those we have here in Nica. The biggest similarity – the most important part of life is the people you spend it with.
Throughout my childhood, for many summers I tried (unsuccessfully) to communicate with my uncle Edgar’s parents. Don Chepe and Doña Uba would come to the US for a few weeks at a time to be with their two sons (Edgar and Alfredo) and their families in the United States. After 23 months in Nicaragua, it’s a dream to visit them in their home in Guatemala and to be able to fully connect. Of course, I’m trying to learn as many Guatemalan dichos as possible. Here is one I learned on the first night:
La abuela alcahueta – The push-over grandma
In addition to being heart-meltingly precious, Doña Uba also has a soft-spot for her grandkids. So much so, that anything they ask her, she gives them. Abuela, buy me a toy? Abuela, give me a candy? Abuela, make a puzzle with me? The abuela alcahueta is powerless, and adorable, in front of her nietos.
We love having family visit; not only do we get to spend time with loved ones, but sharing Nicaragua’s beauty, culture, adventures and customs with them is one of the best parts of being a PCV. This past week we’ve had the privilege of hosting Andrew’s siblings. From canoeing and jungle camping on the Rio San Juan, traveling on the public bus system, and eating all sorts of yummy foods, this visit was full of adventures and familia love.
If you know me, you know that food runs my life. A generally jovial chap, I become quite melancholic at the prospect of missing a meal. In the US, weekly meal plans and weekend trips to the grocery store were how I made sure Emily and I were well fed.
However, things have been different here in Nicaragua. Whether it’s the lack of fridge/freezer space, or the fact that I can purchase all of my provisions within walking distance, I’ve developed a more improvisational style in regards to food preparation. Sure, I’m still constantly thinking about what we’re going to eat, but I’m mostly focused hours, not days, ahead. Here’s what a typical day looks like: Continue reading A Day in the Life (of my belly)