Nica Uno

Hola muchachos. While Alan is taking command of the Spanish language, Harriet is taking command of the computer to get this blogging started.

We are safe, sound and sweaty in Granada, Nicaragua where the average daily temperature has been in the high-90s (Note to Gayle: feels like high-90s) and the humidity… well, let’s just say my hair is halfway to Costa Rica.

Granada is a small colonial town where every façade is painted a screaming bright color;  there is little traffic and few motorcycles, large trucks or belching buses around the town center; a few horse drawn carts share the narrow streets; and a very mellow vibe reigns. It looks and feels somewhat similar to Antigua, Guatemala without the glitz and gentrification. Antigua is (or was, several years ago) lovely, but here there’s a more rustic, mas authentico feel we prefer. There are little chi-chi shops and restaurants sprinkled throughout the town in anticipation of Granada becoming the next Antigua and Nicaragua becoming the next Costa Rica. We’re glad to be here now. Click on the photo at right to see more of Granada’s stunning colors.

Speaking of rustic, many of you would find our room a bit too basic for your tastes, but it’s a fairly huge step up for us with excellent indoor plumbing; an efficient, quiet ceiling fan; and a window that looks out on red tile rooftops. Except for morning church bells pealing at an ungodly (no pun intended) early hour, it is perfectly silent. With free Wi-Fi, continental breakfast including fresh pineapple and papaya, and helpful owners who speak excellent English with California accents, we’re quite pleased with our $34 room.

Click on the the rocker photo to see more shopping options for designer chairs, food and basic necessities in the market; a little Day of the Dead celebration; and y otros cosas.

Whodda Thought?

A few things that surprised us and a few that might surprise you: a) We haven’t eaten any mangoes or seen them in any of the markets; b) We saw a few coconuts in the supermarket but nowhere else. c) We’ve encountered essentially no touts or pushy vendors anywhere; d) Harriet has been up by 7:00 a.m. every morning; and, <drum roll> e) Alan doesn’t touch a Diet Coke/Pepsi until after noon and it is often his only soda of the day.

Escuela Por Gringos

Even after 30+ years, we’re excited and admittedly, a little nervous about our first day of school. We each have our own teacher, little mesa and chair, and white board. Alan’s “classroom” has a colorful poster with names and illustrations of vehicles. I don’t have any visual aids but a view of the kitchen. Our tuition includes a small lined notebook and lapicero (pen). I can’t remember the last time I used a basic blue Bic.

We take our 5-page entrance exams. Alan rips through his and proceeds to spend the rest of the week wrestling with irregular verbs, multiple tenses, grammatical subtleties and conversational skills. His teacher, Karla, compliments him on his beautiful accent and cuts him no slack when it comes to using the improper article.

I can’t spell much of anything, even in such a phonetic language, and I’ve never had any formal schooling in Spanish, but between living in Santa Barbara, designing projects with Spanish translations, having had bilingual coworkers and multiple years of beginning French, I can comprehend enough to whip through the first two pages. Numbers. Days of the week. Easy stuff. Page three: vocabulary. Still doing pretty well. My teacher, Arlen, is very impressed until she turns to page four – which I’ve left blank except for a stray word or two — and realizes I barely have the linguistic capabilities of a 3-year old… and so our lessons begin.

After recess, Karla, Arlen, Alan and I join teacher Maria Elena and her student, Jim, a stockbroker from Ojai (45 minutes from Santa Barbara) for 15 minute “grupo dynamico.” It’s a good change of pace — and who doesn’t enjoy a good game of what’s-my-line or name-that-animal? Alan and Jim kick my ass at animals but I hold my own at charades because I know “fireman” and “doctor.” Days later, we play a sort of musical chairs involving a trio of fruits. It’s less informative and doesn’t really build vocabulary or make for a challenging recipe, still, we enjoy the activity. Melons take first; mangoes get trounced; and everyone gets to stretch a bit.

I do my homework every night, uh, sometimes in the morning at breakfast. (Some things never change.) Alan spends a lot of time thinking about conjugating irregular verbs in future popular and present progressive. When class ends at noon, our heads are ready to explode and we walk quietly to lunch.

By the end of the week, Alan is having conversations with his teacher about travel, violence against women, and Karla’s innate fear of clowns. My teacher and I have less serious talks: why she hates to cook; that her casa looks like it was hit by a hurricane because she has a 12-year old son; and how to make mashed potatoes. She is particularly interested in the mashed potatoes.

My vocabulary has increased ten-fold and I can conjugate the beejeezus out of any regular verb as long as it’s in the present. I was calling myself a Nica-Lingua-Buddhist until old buddy Scott H. suggested Buddhanista. (Gracias amigo) My final exam proves I can now go cabeza a cabeza with any first quarter junior high remedial Spanish student. I am thrilled. Alan is ready to sign up for another course just to have the opportunity to practice conversational Spanish.

More Schooling: Chocolate Class

Jonathan (dad was British, hence the name) is enthusiastic, very bright and full of energy… or caffeine, no doubt. He takes us through the history of chocolate – Mayans, Aztecas, the Brits, blah, blah , know it, heard it – and then we get into the manual labor. We start by roasting a couple pounds of fermented cacao beans over fiery coals until the smell of chocolate begins to waft. Then we spend another half hour husking the shells and skins from the shiny, hot beans. Jonathan is fast and pumps out big, naked treasures. Alan and I seem to end up with more nibs. Burning fingers aside, we enjoy the process and gabbing about Nica politics and the upcoming election.

We are given stone mortars and pestles and watch Jonathan demonstrate how to grind a cupful of beans. We talk more about politics, his family, where to get a great meal in town, and, of course, ­­chocolate, while we grind away. Within about 20 minutes, Jonathan’s beans are reduced to a coarse pulp and the natural oils begin to appear. Alan’s mortar is overflowing with a grainy mass and he looks like he has been making mud pies. Mine is better contained but still fairly chunky (not unlike I’ll be upon return), and I’ve ground not only beans but a killer blister on my right palm. We talk and work some more.

Another 20 minute grind by (pun intended). Jonathan has a mortar of smooth, shimmering, almost pourable chocolate. Alan has a shiny paste. I have the more obviously handmade, less refined batch we’ll used first for the Mayan drinks. We use Alan’s for the Aztec round. Finally, we savor Jonathan’s chocolate made with hot milk, vanilla, honey and cinnamon that we’ve mixed together with a special tool. Exquisite.

Then we spot what every Mayan and Azteca woman really wanted for Christmas. F**K this mortar and pestle routine. Jonathan dumps the remaining husked cacao beans into a good old Champion juicer. He and I take a couple turns pushing the plunger and in a matter of less than a minute, we have two bowls of liquid love. He adds it to a pot of chocolate that’s already tempering and then Alan and I scoop enough from that to make our own bars. Jonathan encourages us to add a little something. His first suggestion is peanuts but we think they displace too much chocolate. I settle on cacao nibs. Alan goes for the rum. We agree we must find cacao beans in the market tomorrow.

Click on the above photo to see more from our second favorite school in Granada.

Artist & Pot

San Juan Oriente is a dinky little village full of potters. Every other doorway leads to a small shop and/or pottery “studio.” We soon learn to distinguish the nice production pieces and colorful schlock from the fine art. When we meet Leandro — a young man who is a third generation potter and gifted artist – and tell him we think his work is the best we’ve seen anywhere in town (it’s true), he can’t stop beaming. He immediately gives us a discount; he is truly an artist; we can’t bring ourselves to bargain.

Click on the photo of Leandro to see more of the arts and artists of San Juan Oriente.

Next up: Ometepe

 

NOTE: We haven’t had Wi-Fi in our rooms and Alan’s computer has been on the fritz which makes writing muy dificile, and email, blog posting and other internet activities somewhat limiting. Sorry fans.

 

18 thoughts on “Nica Uno

  1. Ometepe is Bainbridge Island’s “sister island”. There are LOTS of exchanges that take place and Ometepe kids come here and we go there. EVERYONE on Bainbridge knows Ometepe.

  2. …and for you Survivor fans out there (yes, it’s our guilty pleasure), last season was filmed on Ometepe. Interesting trip so far, e.Harriet.

  3. I’m still getting my head around three fruits playing musical chairs, but that’s just me. It sounds great – chocolate, pottery (Leandro), room, and all – y que siguen aprendiendo un buen español. There will be test when you get back . . . . . . .

  4. Love it!

    Fabulous bloggage and photos, as always.

    BTW — If you heard a loud guffaw emanating from parts north a few minutes ago, that was me after reading that your hair was “halfway to Costa Rica!”

    😉

    -Pawlie.

  5. You are making me want to go down there right now. Errrh. Well, maybe in Feb when it’s raining here. Love those bright colors on the buildings. And your “bright” descriptions.

  6. Beautiful entry! Couldn’t stop laughing and beaming all at once. Granada, La Gran Sultana, agradece tu visita con todo su corazon!!

    “Granada, lejano puerto, con el corazón abierto” (Pablo Antonio Cuadra)

  7. I can picture the pre T-day festivities. Everyone bring your mortar and pestle, and we will make dessert on the spot!

  8. You guy’s always have interesting and informative vacations! It is like we are there with you! Have fun and I cant’t believe Alan is not having a diet pepsi for breakfast!

  9. What adventurers–studying Spanish on your holiday–ole! As usual, your writing had me laughing out loud and dying to get to Grenada. Fab photos–my faves being beaming Leandro and the pot of swirling chocolate on the stove. Good luck on the mango hunt.

  10. Finally….we’ve been waiting and waiting…and we were rewarded. Wonderful post.

    If I haven’t yet told you the story of when we actually owned a chocolate factory, remind me some day.

    XO

  11. Great photos, wonderful post.

    Looks like Granada hasn’t changed much…

    Many years ago, I took a 20hr ferry ride across the lake, bought a dugout canoe and spent 2 weeks going down the Rio San Juan to the Atlantic.

    I look forward to hearing about the political situation…

  12. Did they teach you the rhyme:

    Uno – Dos – Tres – Cho
    Uno – Dos – Tres – Co
    Uno – Dos – Tres – La
    Uno – Dos – Tres – Te

    Cho co la te, Cho co la te
    Ba te, ba te, el cho co la te

  13. Heidi, Ometepe may be Bainbridge’s sister island but it has little in common except perhaps both are serviced by ferries; the size and population may be similar; and most accommodations have indoor plumbing.

    That being said, Meredith, Ometepe has more to offer than was probably featured on “Survivor.” Damn, now I’ll have to find reruns of the show.

    T…I can just imagine. Only you…

    Diane, great idea.

  14. The red and white patio set…please!
    It would go in the front window at the store.
    The room deal sounds great. More mangos!
    More chocolate!

  15. dificil! (no e)

    Sabrosas y divertidas sus aventuras. Se me dejan salivando… el placer vicario no es suficiente! Abrazos y carinos, N&C

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