I have discovered while being here that innocence is bliss. It is sometimes better to not know what people are saying or if there are bugs all around me. Sometimes the curiousity of what someone is saying is all the more fun than actually knowing. They could be saying "I hate your shirt", but it sounds so nice that it is worth a smile in response. Knowing nothing is better than knowing it all. This can relate to my life as well. I have an ignorance in life because of my age and I don't hate it. The idea that I need it all figured out is not an expectation and a freeing feeling as if the world is in my hands for exploring/ learning. So knowing all the facts is overrated and ignorance can be beautiful. Plain and simple.
With that being said I am far more intrigued by things due to my ignorance. There are no grocery stores here, but rather stands containing the necessities. Locals made this their business hence why I only go to local vendors to support their family. Yesterday I just pointed out every fruit, candy, or whatever saying, "what is that?". Everything on the table was intriguing to me. Even the cotton balls in plastic bags intrigued me. The concept of selling things here is completely different. Selling in bulk... Psh what is that? There are no boxes full of one item. Just a fascinating culture.
On a more exciting note. I played soccer with the Nicaraguan locals the last 2 days. I scored the first 3 goals of the game and I think from there I was accepted. We had backpacks for goal posts. The field was different levels, one minute I am in a dirt ditch, the next minute I am on an inclined grass area. Oh and there was a baseball game going on, so one time I am battling for the ball near the pitcher while runners are running to their bases. No one cared that 2 different sports were taking place at the same location. School kids were casually walking through the field as we have to dodge them as well. The entire environment was a beautiful chaos. Occasionally we stepped in horse poop, fell on massive rocks, or sometimes just slipped on the grass. It was an awesome soccer experience. The guys weren't shy to pass to me and one guy in particular tried to pass me the ball everytime he received it. I can't explain the hospitality I felt during the game. It was just another reminder that soccer unites cultures.
This may be a weird way thought, but I feel like a vampire from the show "The Vampire Diaries". For a good portion of you reading this you probably have; (one) never heard of it, or (two) wondering where this is going. Well a small background before I explain. In the show, the vampires can turn off their emotions with a switch in their head. (Sounds strange writing it out). If they don't want to have feelings, BOOM off. Don't worry my emotions are still very much in tact. My point is that I feel like I can turn off my Spanish whenever I feel. One day I am not understanding basic words I know and other days I understand everything. It's like a mental block. I need to wear a sign that states "sorry out of order in the Spanish department today". It's bizarre how the brain operates. I also had some encounters with bugs. So to get to the latrine (drop toilet) you need to unlock the gate and proceed on. I lift up the toilet lid and what do I see? A massive cockroach scurry into the hole. So instead of screeching in the middle of the night, I act out a screech with no volume. A person scarcely surprised on mute. You know the "I am going to dance around like a crazy person" because of an ugly, but harmless insect. To top it off, now that I am scared of the latrine, I proceed to brush my teeth. My headlight shines on a gigantic spider. I decided night trips to the bathroom aren't in my best interest.
I am still working at the farm, learning more and more about how certain fruits/ veggies are grown. Pretty calm in all. My Spanish classes are progressing, finding that my grammar is improving for when I speak. I am learning condicional simple right now. Today I will be visiting a pineapple farm to learn about that process! Yay! Tomorrow Amanda and I will be leaving for a weekend in Leon for our own cultural exploration. We have a couple hostels in mind to stay at. Leon is known for their architecture and museums. I personally am more intrigued by the architecture, so we will visit cathedrals and whatever our hearts desire. I will try and post, but the variables are unknown. ¡Pan comido! (Similar meaning to "piece of cake").
¡Adiósssss! :]
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