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The BBC, Ovid, and shopping for lamps: a study in not-being-bored.

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So. Sunday, September 9, 2012: Spent the past few weeks watching British TV, reading books, and generally not doing things. Developed an odd habit of absentmindedly dating everything 2010. Got a haircut and a new lamp.  This week, I’m in love with Martin Freeman and F. Scott Fitzgerald.

I still have plenty of Nicaragua stories to tell you all, which I’ll probably get to at some point in the sort-of near future. For now, our latest news from the land of lakes and volcanoes concerns the eruption of the San Cristobal volcano, the largest in the country. Wishing all the best for the 3,000-odd evacuees.

In other news, I smell very good today. It’s 75°F, clear, sunny, and beautiful, so I’m going outside. Concept of the day: dialetheism!

Keep laundering those undies, champ. Till next time! Toodle-oo!

 

Para Español, Oprima 2!

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…And THAT’s the extent of my Spanish! ZOP!

Hola, amigos! I’m in Nicaragua, the land of volcanoes and churches and “temperate forests” (aka JUNGLES WOOO) and coconuts and cacao and AMAZING fruit and Waslala and Matagalpa and Managua and León and wait, where am I again?!

My cousin John! And me! Ironically, a lot of our family call him Juan, while his Nicaraguan friends all call him John. Or Johncito, which means little John, which he clearly is. Duh. Anyway, he lives and works in Waslala, Nicaragua. He is an electrical engineer. He is great.

Nicaragua is one of the most beautiful countries I’ve ever seen, and we saw plenty of it on the drive from Managua to Waslala! We rattled around like beans in a maraca from Matagalpa onward in our trusty little 4-wheel drive. Woo, dirt/mud/rock roads! It was like a roller coaster, only more life-threatening!

Kiddinnnnggggggg, Juan’s a great driver. And we’re having a BLAST!

These are the family fart machines I’m traveling with: Aunt Mary, a.k.a. Tía Maria, a.k.a. Sharon; my older brother Patrick, a.k.a. Patricio, a.k.a. Furniture; and cousin John, a.k.a. Juan, a.k.a. Johncito, a.k.a. Jambalaya, a.k.a. Juan Beyah en fuego, etc, etc.

I have tales of the jungle, of cipro and fruit juice and GIANT BUGS and HUNDREDS of pictures for you, but don’t feel like typing all that nonsense right now. So for now, here’s a picture of us swimming in our undies by a great big waterfall!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

So, friends, I am: not dead yet, only resting, having a blast, drinking vodka (the perks of traveling with the SHARONATOR!), speaking terrible Spanish, alternately bickering and laughing with my older brother, laughing at farts, taking Cipro, meeting people, taking pictures, learning tons, helping out at schools, attending health workshops for rural community leaders, hanging out with mah cuz and aunt and brosky, eating yummy Nicaraguan food, and listening to the wedding party next door.

Oh, I’m in León. I was in Waslala.

Gonna go poop and shower now.

PAX, PEEPS!

Round is a shape!

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That’s what we say when we insist that we’re not out of shape, per se.

Anyway, hola, amigos! I’m not dead yet! I figured it was about time I updated the bloggity blog, since I’m about to go on yet another international adventure. But first, let me update you on my current location: New York, staying with my  cousins. Before that, I was on Long Island, NY, with my grandparents, and before that North Carolina, also with cousins, and before that, California, where I live. With family. And before that Seattle, where I also live. And stuff. That was where we left off with Operation Rosewater, which feels like a thousand years ago.

Anyway, it’s been a pretty tiring three weeks–both tiring and awesome–and I have exactly 5 days to recuperate before I hop on an airplane with my older brother and aunt and head fooooooor (drumroll) NICARAGUA!

Yes, Nicaragua. My cousin John’s been living down there for a year now, doing sustainable engineering stuff. You know, with water and shit. My aunt’s a nurse, and we’ll be helping her out with a clinic and education things, I think. I don’t really know what to expect, actually. It’s all very seat-of-the-pants adventure-y stuff, you know? But still! COOL!

I have no skills whatsoever to contribute to this A+ engineering and nursing combo, particularly since according to my mother, my Spanish accent is awful. Still, I’ve got a Latin American Spanish phrasebook and I’m doing my best to learn at least a little Spanish before I step off the airplane in Managua. Maybe I’ll run into a Moroccan and have an ENORMOUS Darija triumph! THAT SEEMS SO LIKELY, RIGHT?!?!?!

Anyway, this is, I suppose, the capstone blow-off-all-my-savings let’s-do-something-crazy end to my summer of nomadic unemployment, even though my senior year of college won’t start till mid September.
Then what will I write about?! Who knows. Boop.

You’ll notice the newest update to the sidebar of Mr. Blog here–my Twitter account! Woohoo! So you can still see updates even if I’m too lazy to write out an entire blog post! This kind of technology is going to turn me into a narcissistic lunatic. LOOK AT ME! LOOK AT ALL THE DIFFERENT PLACES I CAN TALK ABOUT MYSELF ON THE INTERNET!!!!!!

So that’s my update. Here’s a picture for you. This is why I love our family reunions!

Peace out, homiez!