I’m writing this post as I listen to the heavenly sound of a waterfall. I am in an oasis, a heaven on earth.
Nicaragua is many things. More than I could have ever imagined. And I’ve imagined it a lot since I was a little girl.
It both brings joy and sorrow to my heart. It is a beautiful country- but it is painted in poverty. I am not niave to think everyone lives as comfortably as I do, but to think of all the loss these people have endured and continue to endure breaks my heart. Yet, their resiliency is comforting. They are strong.
Let’s see –
Since landing in Nicaragua I’ve learned my palate is more selective than I thought; my parents told me I am on a “nica diet”. It’s not that I don’t like the food … It’s just that some flavours require an acquired taste. And I’ve yet to have aquired that taste.
Coming to Nicaragua and not being able to speak the language has hurt more than I realized it would. It’s one thing to not be able speak spanish in Canada but to be surrounded by people of my heritage and to not understand them – it all seems too much. In my own way I’ve deemed it a tragedy. I cried to be honest. My parents had no idea why I was crying in the middle of the day but I couldn’t help the anguish my heart felt for missing that part of my culture.
That being said my resolve to learn the language has never been stronger. Dedication is the key.
I am very grateful to be on this trip, I’ve learned and experienced so much. I’ve a new found appreciation for the opportunities I was born into because of the family I have and the country I live.
It truly is beautiful and I truly feel blessed.