Posts Tagged ‘ Nicaragua

Project Sheets & Towels

Casa Santiago, the sister orphanage of the one I visited in Nicaragua, is in need of new towels and sheets for the children’s beds. If you’re interested in helping out, please see the link below to sponsor one. Sheets are $10 each, towels are only $5.

Learn More About Giving a Sheet or Towel

NPH does good work and they have projects year-round for sponsorship (just peruse the site), but it really doesn’t get any simpler than buying linens for lil’ ones.

Many thanks in advance.

This is Norma

NormaFive months after volunteering at an orphanage in Nicaragua, I finally turned in the paperwork to sponsor one of the kids there. I ended up picking Norma–her running up and pulling my sunglasses off my head for the sake of a photo was memorable. I just received her informational packet today in the mail.

I’ve done something like this before, giving a couple bucks a month and receiving a few letters. Except this time around, it feels a bit different because I’ve played with the little girl in the photo and have stayed where she lives. Although I didn’t speak to her much while I was there except for the occasion described above, I recognized her on the list of orphans available for sponsorship. In any case, the packet recommends I start with a letter…in Spanish. It’s been a while since I’ve written, but I’m hoping my written Spanish is still better than my spoken one as it was in school. Should be fun.

Nicaraguan Retrospect: Part 1

Here starts the much-delayed short series of stories from Nicaragua.

The Arrival

We arrived in the evening, Kevin, Aubrey, and I. I was nervous about customs, because we had a total of six bins with us, filled with donations for the orphans. “Regalos para los orfantos,” I repeated to myself when it became my turn to reach the front of the line. However, besides some confusion involving the inspection of some sunflower seeds we had with us, things went smoothly. Shawna, our coordinator, eagerly awaited us outside, and we loaded the back of a truck with our bins and luggage. It was hot and humid. And so began the two hour trip from Managua to San Jorge.

Despite the long drive, things passed quickly. We soon left the city into the rural area, onto the very bumpy pothole-ridden dirt roads of Nicaragua. I listened to Shawna and our driver, Don Ramon, speak in Spanish and was drowsily relieved as I understood their conversation. Street dogs ran across the road in the dark with an algorithm-like frequency, their skeletal bodies dashing in front of us at seemingly even intervals, reminding me of a video game. Our truck hit one and everyone in the truck cried out and became upset. As we drove on, I wondered why I was the only one who didn’t seem to care. Read more

Feliz Año Nuevo

Happy New Year!

Lupe, Nelson, Kevin, me, and Nicole at Sol y Arena on New Year's Eve

I spent New Year’s eve by the beach in San Jorge, lying in a hammock, followed by a great dinner (much appreciated after days of orphanage food), a beer (much needed after a week in the third world), and dancing under the starry starry sky of Central America. 2005 was a pretty amazing year, to say the very least. Maybe later I’ll do that month-by-photo post like I did last year.

Nicaraguan New Year’s Tradition: Burning el Viejo
Burning el Viejo

An old tradition is to burn the ‘old year’. Some people construct a man dressed up with very old clothes and full of gun powder which they hang up in streets and when New Year has come, they burn it.


Yeah, I prefer fireworks; watching the viejo burn was a bit creepy. More on my trip later. Hope everyone had a jubilant New Year’s eve. The past year has shown me that you never really know where life will take you next. Here’s to ’06.

Last Day in Nicaragua

Today is our last day in Nicaragua and I have seen much.

Sleeping on a mat on the floor in the orphan´s school, underneath the chalkboard where each night I pick the bugs out of my bed. Listening to the stories of men who participated in the revolution and fallout during the 80´s here. Sitting on the dirty tile floor at night to have the orphans crawl and compete to sit in my lap, craving to be held at night. Visiting a barrio so poor, you see home´s no bigger than a pantry, made of scrap metal, where children sleep in rags on the dirt floor. Walking into the last minutes of the funeral mass of one of the ministarios of the Nicaraguan President, only to see the poor people corner the politicians outside the Cathedral asking why they still have no food to feed their children. Traveling through Rivas, San Jorge, Masaya, Managua and Granada on the back of a truck, I have seen much.

There are so many stories to tell, don´t let me forget this when I return.


I told myself in May, when I first applied for this trip, I’d blog about it if I were accepted. When I was accepted in August, I told myself I wouldn’t mention anything until I got the time off work. When I got the time off work, I said I’d write about it once the tickets were booked; I doubted it would really happen. Once the tickets were booked in early December, I really just never got around to writing about it. Most of you know, but in case you hadn’t, didn’t want to leave the country without mentioning anything.

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