The Refried Side of Life

I have never liked refried beans. I´ll just say that now. ¿I mean, re - fried? ¿What´s that supposed to mean? (Heh, cool...I found a new toy...¿¿¿¿¿) What, they fried the beans, and then fried them again? Is that like getting second-hand beans? The whole idea was preposterous. But now, having been exposed to delicious refried beans, refried beans in their natural habitat, I have seen the light. They´re beans! And they´ve been fried! Twice!! Honestly, they´re way better here. And the potato salad too.

Well, we´ve settled into our apartment in Granada (about half-an-hour away from Managua, the capital). It´s very very hot here, but as long as we stay hydrated, we´re fine. Next month is supposed to be cooler. One can hope...Next week we start an intensive Spanish class, and soon we should start volunteering with a clinic here. Other than that, we haven´t been up to much here...just settling in. We did some grocery shopping, walked around a bit, dealt with spiders in the room, watched a lizard slither up the wall and disappear through a hole...all very exciting. We´ve spoken a little with the woman we´re renting from, but we don´t understand a whole lot yet, partially because we don´t know much, and partially because they speak so quickly. Ah well. I did bring some movies/shows that have been dubbed in Spanish, so when it´s extremely extremely hot and we want to stay inside, we´ve been watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer in Spanish. You´d be amazed how hard it is for them to capture their funny way of talking in a different language. The subtitles make a fair effort. The dubbed voices don´t even try. Pity.

With the holy week and Easter coming up, there´s a lot going on right now. A bunch of kids (I suppose from a Catholic school) went up and down the street reciting the stations of the cross and singing. They´ve done this several times, and I would guess will continue to do so until the Holy Week is over. On Monday (and I think on Thursday too) they have a traditional performance of the stations of the cross, where they move around to different islands and do a different station on each. We´re looking forward to that and of course any other cultural experiences we get.

I guess that´s about all for now. Except that I´ve been reading a book, and I may have a new Dark Conflicted Man (TM). I suppose it´s a trial period. Stay tuned.

¿Did ew know...?
Flechaste!!!! It means "Arrow´d!!!!" Not anything else.
Thank you for choosing Lod´s Little Tidbits, and have a nice day.

P.S. Cas*: Rough translation, we had a great dinner with our uncle, after settling in at his apartment. Something like that. It was a fantastic mix of English, Spanish, and French, so no worries.

P.P.S. Mother: GUS = Go Up Syndrome, as in paying exorbitant amounts of money for a panoramic view just like every other. And pifs means nothing. Or so I thought. But the computer recognized it. Little minx.