It is difficult make sense of all that is impacting on me, and it is hard to be here and not compare it to our life in Australia. This comparison was highlighted when I read an article in the age (on line) about a trend of people who choose to hang from trees by their piercings. I found this article so jarring-How do I read this in light of the context that I find myself now? I wonder what the Nicaraguans would make of this?
I suppose in the end we cannot see Nicaragua through Australian eyes nor vice versa. It is about sitting with all that we see and experience, no matter where we are, and trying to make some sense of it.
Enough of the navel gazing…
To borrow the line from Forrest Gump: Life here is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you will get. The other morning I went for a walk to get milk and in the space of two blocks saw some extraordinary things, including a large live pig strapped to the back of a bus that was heading to one of the ports.
We have spent the week getting to know the island, finding a favourite beach to swim at, speaking with some of the workers at the project and catching up on some background reading. The boys return to the island tomorrow and we will begin a new routine.
I hope you were able to spend time over Easter with family and friends
Take care, keep in touch, and good luck in making sense of your experiences.
PS As I finished writing this, a donkey is chased past our window by a barking dog!!