A Sunday Morning

I finally got to go to church here in Managua (in English!!). And it was awesome. In all honesty it felt a little bit weird, like somehow 100 other people accidentally got invited to me and God's hangout time. Spending time with God every day has been my anchor for the past month, but it has been one on one, without a worship band or pastor or community of other believers. And in some ways that has been really hard but in other ways I think it has completely changed the way I think of my relationship with God. So with this change came the odd feeling today at church, but it was a good confusion. The biggest blessing of today was the group of people who sought me out after the service to ask who I was, how I was doing, if I wanted to get involved with events, if I was free on Monday to watch football and eat free food... the list goes on. For the very first time since I got to Nicaragua I felt welcomed. Things aren't always easy of course and there's always the complication of transportation, and communication and mismatched schedules. So whether or not they work out, the important thing was that I was invited to do things, and felt truly cared for. I am so grateful. 

-Kayla Duskin

Laguna de Apoyo

The Laguna

Laguna de Apoyo is a nature reserve centered around a lake in the center of the Apoyo Volcano. It's only about 45 minutes from Managua, so I decided to go for the day and see what it's all about. It was pretty simple to get there, I took a microbus from Carretera Masaya which is close to my house and it cost about C30 ($1.40) for the ride down there. They dropped me off at the entrance to the laguna, which is where I decided to make the journey a lot more difficult than it needed to be. For some reason I decided that walking the rest of the way to the laguna would be better than paying the $5 for a taxi to take me down there. In theory it was a good plan, and was pretty enjoyable for the first 30 minutes but after that the monotonous road got pretty old and the humidity just doesn't quit here. 

45+ minutes of this...

But it was still nice to be walking outside of the city where it was nice and quiet and green. I eventually got to the public beach entrance. 

But I continued on to Monkey Hut, one of the hostels located on the lake that I'd researched beforehand. Most of them offer day use options, so I paid $6 to use their hammocks, bathrooms, kayaks  etc. for the day as well as have access to the bar/restaurant there. The place was really nice and the water was awesome! It's kind of in the middle between fresh water and salt water, and was so much warmer than the lakes I'm used to in Washington. Since I went by myself I passed most of the time floating in an inner tube, or reading in a hammock. Pretty relaxing stuff. 

The hostel property

My friend Victoria

On the way home I caught a bus back to the carretera instead of walking, plus it was absolutely adorable to see families on the bus with sleepy kids that had spent the day at the lake. I caught the next microbus heading back toward Managua and got home by late afternoon. I've never been one to travel solo, so it was cool to realize I'm capable of figuring out transportation and plans on my own, in Spanish none the less. However I definitely would have enjoyed it more with my friends. I know my friends from home would have a blast swimming and hanging out all day at the beautiful lake.

-Kayla Duskin

Beach Partayyyy

Two weeks into school UAM set up a trip to a private beach as a welcome back to school type event. It was open to all students but not too many came besides the ISEP students (it was free for us so of course we all showed up). We all loaded into a UAM van and headed out on Friday morning. It took about 2 hours to get there which was a little bit long to sit in a van, but the beach was well worth it! 

I must confess that while I love the ocean, the pool is what really made my day. The ocean is always just a little stressful with the waves and salt and the whole fact that it could kill you... but pools are nice and calm and relaxing. 

Another highlight would have to be the cooler of Toña beer that was included, only in Nicaragua would a school trip provide the beer! We had an amazing lunch and I only got a little sunburnt, so I consider the trip a success! I really want to go back to the beach sometime soon, I'll just let the pictures explain why.

-Kayla Duskin

Techo, Nicaragua Edition

I really can't even count how far behind I am on posting about what I've been up to. But sometime ago I spent a weekend a few hours north of Managua in Chinandega building houses with an organization called Techo (which means roof). Basically Techo chooses a neighborhood, does a bunch of surveying to find out who has the greatest amount of need, and then on a designated weekend a swarm of volunteers head to the neighborhood to construct the houses for the families.

The other ISEP students and I went with a Techo veteran from UAM named Bruno. He's from Bolivia,  speaks stellar English, is completely awesome and very generous to take 4 gringos under his wing for the weekend. We headed out on Friday afternoon, worked all day Saturday and Sunday and made it back to Managua by Sunday evening. 

All in all there were about 90 volunteers at the build, split up into 12 cuadrillas or building teams. At first it was really hard to enjoy building when I couldn't understand most of what was going on due to the language barrier. More exhausting than not understanding others was not being able to express myself or communicate the way I would in English. But eventually I just decided that the 7 other
people in my cuadrilla would just have to deal with my choppy Spanish and tried to laugh at myself and just go with it. Sunday passed quickly getting to know the group more, learning Nica slang (some more inappropriate than others), and finishing up the house.
We stayed in a school for the weekend, and while we were definitely roughing it, it was still well worth it! Despite sleeping on concrete, sketchy hole in the ground bathrooms and bucket showers, it was an incredible experience and something I want to do again before I leave Nicaragua. (If only so I can use my newly expanded construction vocabulary)

Working on the foundation the first day. You can see part of the original "house" on the right.

The concrete floor we slept on in a nearby school.

Working on the roof, terrified for my life.

Part of the most insane game I've ever seen. Each cuadrilla had to make the longest line possible out of what they had on them so everyone went all in and sacrificed everything from shoelaces to pants.

A mostly finished house! Before we added windows and the door.

My cuadrilla with Doña Lorenza (the recipient of the house) in the middle.

The four ISEPers after a long day of work

-Kayla Duskin

What's Inside Your Bubble?

Here in Nicaragua what first struck me as odd coincidences are starting to come together to make a little more sense. How strange, I thought, that shop keepers don't have enough change to break my C500 (US$20) bill. How nice, that when I come home from school my room is mysteriously neater than when I left it in the morning. How comforting, that there are multiple security guards at the entrance to my university. How different, that every where I go there is personnel opening doors and serving me with polite smiles.

At first these all seemed to be a part of the many cultural differences between the United States and Nicaragua. And in a way, they are. However, these "coincidences" don't really reflect the culture of Nicaragua, but the culture of the upper class. 

In the US I am lucky to have more than enough money to get by, even enough to get a college education (which is still something only 30% of Americans have). But here I have been launched into a completely different stratosphere of comparative wealth. Not only am I enrolled in a university here, but a private, English language university which means I am surrounded by the elite of Nicaragua. I am the one percent. Whoa.

In talking to a local Nica about the contrast between rich and poor in this country, she said something about the rich here living in a bubble. While this is true of most upperclass around the world, I can't help but note the differences between the bubble I live in at home and the bubble I live in here. In the US our bubbles can be as big as entire neighborhoods, cities, or even include the whole country depending on what your definition is. 

Here it is impossible to go even a day without realizing how alive poverty is in the world. Every day I come face to face with people who make their living selling plastic trinkets by the side of the road or who drive carts pulled by gaunt, overworked horses or who's children stay out of school to beg for pesos. 

My bubble is feeling pretty thin here in Managua but I don't think that's a bad thing. Maybe if all of our bubbles were a little thinner we could start changing the world into a place where we don't need them.

-Kayla Duskin

Weekend in Matagalpa

Two weeks ago we had our two days of orientation, which was about 1/4th orientation and the rest was getting lunch and going on a tour of Managua. Immediately afterward on Friday us four ISEP students left for the weekend for Matagalpa, which is about two hours to the northeast of Managua.

After a couple taxis, and a very crowded and crazy bus station we were on the bus headed away from the city. Although no one even checks your bus ticket when you get on, bus seating arrangements are surprisingly organized here and everyone is expected to sit in the seat assigned to them on their ticket.  

Everyone kept warning us of how "cold" it gets in Matagalpa since it's up in the mountains, but really
the air just cooled down to a bearably hot temperature instead of the roasting heat of Managua.

Finding anything in Nicaragua is always an adventure since things like street names don't actually exist here. When we got to Matagalpa we trekked through the city trying to find our hostel, La Buena Onda.

On Saturday we went in search of la Cascada Blanca (white waterfall) that we had seen on posters at the hostel. The posters advertised day trips for $35 a person, but we decided to do things the more adventurous/cheap way and go on our own. Finding the bus station, asking around for the right bus, and then the right stop was a little tricky but paid off since we ended up taking a bus for 15 córdobas (less than $1) and then paying only 50 cords ($2) to enter the property. We spent the day there swimming, hiking around the river and eating mangos and bread we brought from the market. The "ecolodge"there has been open for about 6 months and is really just a little restaurant/bar overlooking the waterfall but I got lunch including Nica coffee and a beer for under $4, so I definitely approve. 

The four adventurers

 

On Sunday we trekked Cerro Apante, a nature reserve just outside the city. I somehow forgot to take pictures the whole way up but there was a waterfall and beautiful forest. The hike wasn't too long but made up for it in sheer steepness, it was hard to keep your footing toward the top where it was the steepest. At the top there was a great view of the whole town of Matagalpa. 

I forgot to take pictures on the way up... oops

We walked all the way back to town, finding yet another bus station and caught a bus back to Managua  finally arriving home around sunset completely exhausted and ready for the first week of school.

-Kayla Duskin

I Made It!

As of right now I've been in the beautiful country of Nicaragua for almost 24 hours. After waking up at 5am yesterday to catch my flight out of Seatac, I had a layover in Houston and landed in Managua around 6pm. In my exhausted, emotional state I was just glad the Managua airport is tiny and impossible to get lost in since there's pretty much only one option for where to go when you get off the plane. The ISEP director Mary Helen was there to greet me and take this celebratory picture. 

Chatting with Mary Helen made the drive to my host home go by quickly, and her kindness and excitement to see me definitely helped ease some of my nerves. When I arrived at my house I was greeted with a kiss by my host parents Anita and Edgard. Anita promptly made me a "sandwichita" made with three pieces of white bread and some ham and cheese. As I talked with my host parents it was good to realize I could understand most of what they were saying, especially my host Dad who speaks slow enough for a gringa like me to understand. 

I was so exhausted from my day of traveling so I unpacked my bags and went to bed pretty early. My room is small and cute with a little green fan that is my new best friend. 

Today I didn't have much to do since orientation doesn't start until tomorrow. My host mom took me to the supermarket and then to the mall nearby. It was so interesting to see all the American brands everywhere in the grocery store and the mall too. In some ways it's so similar to home here. We have wifi at the house and my host dad has an iPhone, I bought herbal essences shampoo and had a mcdonalds ice cream cone today. But in other ways it couldn't be more different. 

- Kayla Duskin

Studying Abroad Opened Doors For Me

I originally decided to study in Latin America in order to see a part of the world that I had been studying in my coursework. I spent one year in Managua, Nicaragua at Universidad Americana and loved every minute of it. The university was centrally located, so I was able to travel the whole country as well as Costa Rica. 

After an amazing year abroad, I did not want to leave, but the academic year ended, and I went back to my university at home. While speaking to an administrator at my university, I was offered a position leading students on a short term study abroad trip to Spain. However, this position does not start until next year, so I kept on searching for a job. During this search, I applied to another position on campus and was called in for an interview. When I arrived I was informed that the position was already filled. Nevertheless, I was called in because they wanted to hear about my study abroad experience. After talking for a while, the interviewer decided to create a new position just so they could hire me, I couldn’t believe it! My study abroad experience has opened many doors for me, including international employment which was a dream of mine. I had no idea it would lead to more travel and even employment in my field!

-James Nash

ISEP UAM 2013-14