painting rocks and nasty tanks

My dad once said that the chicken busses in Nicaragua first start out as school busses in the U.S., then once we’re done with them, we ship them to Mexico. Once the Mexicans get all the use out of them they can, they send them to Nicaragua. This might be a common theme in Nicaragua, for I found the same pattern true with Bill’s tank tops: nasty.

The trip was very chill, we did a lot of nothing; although we did catch a few glimpses of the Villacruz parade, complete with large figures of dead Jesus, live Jesus, and Mary. Then I went to Managua on Saturday to catch the bus on Sunday. I saw the movie The Last King of Scotland, which might appear in another blog soon. Around 4pm I arrived in Sigua, crashed and woke up the next morning.
This is a picture of David, my david, who I’ve been teaching English three times a week. He doesn’t come from a very rich family; but as I walk around downtown with him, I realize all children and adults are the same. “Can you buy me this?” “How about this?” he asks his uncle, who is a friend of mine. “No perro.”

Last week, we painted rocks together and went to see his cousin’s soccer game. He’s my new buddy, and he learns English very quickly. I have the idea in my head of sending him to a bilingual school. There is one right around the corner from his house. His desire to learn English is phenomenal, and I imagine he would do really well in smaller class sizes. So I’m proposing the idea to you all. If anyone would be interested in adopting him, that is, paying for his bilingual school education, please let me know. I know this is a huge commitment. I wouldn’t want it to just be one year and then he’d have to return to public school. So think about it long and hard, and email me if you are interested and we can talk details.

There’s some new pictures of jewelry-making fun, the trip to Nicaragua, and life in Sigua at my flickr.com sight. Be blessed!