Every Nica Cloud has a Silver Lining

I’ve been fortunate in my life to have opportunities to travel to many countries. Invariably I hear, and even find myself participating in, some form of this conversation:

Local: “How do you like our country?”

Tourist: “I love it! The people are so nice!”

The tourist in this instance is almost always alluding to how much nicer the people are in X country than they are in their home country. I’ve always been a bit skeptical of these conversations because not only have I heard this from U.S. citizens traveling in other countries, but also from tourists visiting the States. Is it true that people are just magically nicer in every country but our own, or is there something in traveling that pushes us out of our cocoon of familiarity and into interaction with strangers that makes us realize that, on the whole, humans are a whole lot better than we give them credit for?

That being said, the people here in Nicaragua are super nice. So much so that I’ve developed a new favorite hobby: getting caught out in rainstorms.

Although I’m sure it wasn’t a factor in choosing which part of the year to hold training, the rainy season in Nicaragua has been great for cultural integration. I have found the barriers to interaction between strangers to be so much thinner here than in the United States. A drizzle is excuse enough to be invited into a house, or huddle together under the awning of a busines, and in the shared experience of escaping from the rain conversation blossoms. This was how I came to experience the most beautiful moment of my service yet: becoming friends with Doña Nubia and her family.

Back on September 11th two of my fellow trainees (Conor & Daniel) and I were on our way to the soccer field in town to use sports as a means to integrate into the community. When we reached the field the locals were disbanding due to the ominous clouds forming in the sky that we happened to overlook on our walk over. With the rainy season in full swing, we knew that we’d better not mess around and find some cover quickly. Although the coffee shop/cyber café was only a few blocks away, the clouds moved faster. Before we knew it we were caught in the middle of a torrential downpour. We found some trees to stand under, but they weren’t doing us much good. I looked up at the nearest house to see a little grandmother waving us into her house from her patio. Daniel, Conor, and I looked at each other for a second, wondering what to do, before we climbed up the steps to the patio, not exactly sure what we were getting ourselves into.

Forty-five minutes later we had become friends with Doña Nubia, her daughter Maria Los Angeles, and her niece Johana. We shared about where we were from, why we were in Nicaragua, and of all the delicious Nica foods we had tried already. In turn they told us of other national dishes that we must still try, taught us that the best vigoron and chicharones in the country come from the markets and bus stops of Grenada, invited to come back to chat and drink coffee whenever we wanted, and exchanged phone numbers so they could invite us over and cook us delicious Nicaraguan food! I was deeply touched by this priceless display of Nicaragua hospitality and warmth, and felt such gratitude for the opportunity to be working for an organization where this kind of genuine human connection is what we are actively encouraged cultivate.

Over the seven weeks in my training town I returned several times to Doña Nubia’s house to delight in conversation. Through chats with her and her family I learned about the history of their family, the history of Nicaragua, their view on the current political landscape (specifically regarding the Grand Canal project), and the struggles and hopes they have for their country. I introduced them to Emily, and they showered her with compliments and asked her to tell them the truth about what kind of a guy I am. They called us a “beautiful, incredible couple”, and assured us that we would have gorgeous babies. They admonished me to continue learning about the Nica culture, but that I’d better not become machista, because if I stopped treating Emily with respect they’d come after me! I learned to time my visits for when Johana & Maria Los Angeles returned from their pastry baking class, and therefore became their most enthusiastic taste-tester and supporter. Although our busy training schedules didn’t end up allowing for us to share a meal with them, when Daniel and I said goodbye to the family on Thursday evening they made us promise that we’d visit when we returned to our training town, and assured that we had a place to stay at their house if we ever visited overnight.

The month of November marks the official end of the rainy season here in Nicaragua. I may not have the excuse of a thunderstorm to push me into conversation with potential friends, but from my experiences in my training town I’ve learned that they excuses may not even be necessary in Nicaragua. The people here are just that nice 🙂

Doña Nubia, Daniel, myself, and Maria Los Angeles
Doña Nubia, Daniel, myself, and Maria Los Angeles

15 thoughts on “Every Nica Cloud has a Silver Lining”

  1. What a great story a (and creative tag line). We are social creatures if we just open ourselves up to connecting with others and show interest in them. You, my son, have inherited your Bestemamma’s inquisitive delight in others and the ability to make people feel like they have your full and nonjudgmental attention. Bueno mi hijo.

    1. Awe, thank you Pappa! That means a lot to me. I hope to channel Bestemamma´s gregariousness and interpersonal magic over the following months as we try our best to integrate in this big city! Love you so.

        1. Very cool! We just spent the day at the Embassy last Thursday and enjoyed talking to the officials there. And we are actually APCD-less at the moment in the TEFL, but barring the final hurdles of the clearance process they should be here soon.

          Any must-see places or must-do activities that the two of you would recommend?

          1. I would spend all my time surfing outside of San Juan del Sur if i had it to do over again, and we both loved Playa del Coco at turtle hatching time, Laguna de Apoyo for the mineral water any time, and a peak into the bat cave at Volcan Masaya at night. If you go there at dusk (pre-arranged) you can watch the chocoyos fly through the sulphur haze to return to their nests… pretty awesome.

            1. That sounds awesome. Emily and I will definitely make time to check some of those out during, or after, our PC service. Thanks for the recommendations!

  2. Andrew and Emily I love your reports and your stories. You have so much fun and learn so much valuable information. It will last you for the rest of your lives. We love you both, Bestefar.

    1. Thank you Bestefar! We´re definitely hoping that by blogging and keeping track of our experiences that we will have a good place to come back to and reflect on what we have learned. Thank you so much for commenting!

  3. Andrew just dropped into your site to see how you and Emily were doing. Looks as though you are doing fine and enjoying life. We miss you here at Impact but know that your adventure is making the world a better place.
    Thinking of You,

  4. Haven’t been on iPad for awhile. trying to read some of your blogs, so much enjoyment and life learning you all are involved with. Miss and love you.

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