Adios

In my pueblo everybody you pass on the street says Adios. Not hello or how are you doing...but Adios. It was a little strange at first but now I kind of like it. When you think about what you are saying, to God, it's kind of nice. I'm getting used to it anyway.
I went to the next city over from us that is a little bigger and bought a pillow. This has really made my day. My pillows were hard and heavy and this new pillow is like a real pillow. Soft and light. I'm sleeping so much better already.
I think I have figured out how to put pictures on this blog so I will try and do that the next time I update. Everything is going well. Today is Sunday so I have a free day. I got up and ate breakfast. I had something called a nacatamale. It was good. It is potatoes, pork, rice, sweet peppers wrapped in a leaf and boiled. It was better than is sounds. After that me and Jordy, my 11 year old host brother, went to the local soccer/baseball field to watch a baseball game. The players were men and they all had on different uniforms..even guys on the same team. It was a little odd because sometimes a guy on a bike would ride through the outfield during the game or someone would just walk through the side of the field. They were okay players and some of the guys in the town turned out. Their were two guys sitting next to me driking liters of beer. This was at 9:30 in the morning! Oh well. They didn't bother anyone and I left before they went and got their third liter.
I've only been hassled a few times. No big deal. I had this one drunk old man come up to me and shake my hand. He heard the change in my pocket and then started saying...give it to me, give it to me. I just said no and walked away. He was old and drunk. Overall the people here are very nice. The host families are all very accomodating and protective. We can't go anywhere without everyone knowing where we are. My host mom is Dona Alba Luz. She is great but we have a hard time talking. But its getting better.
The co director of the inter american region came to our pueblo Saturday morning. She was very nice and interesting to speak with. She served as a volunteer in Morocco. The director the entire Peace Corps was also here in Nicaragua but we didn't get to see him. He did speak at our staging event in Washington D.C. which I hear is rare. He was a interesting speaker. He served in India in the 60's.
I finally put my footdown with Jordy today. He had been following me all over town and I had to pay for him at the cyber (internet place...pronounced sea-ber), he would grab things at the pulperias (small stores in our pueblo), and he ordered something from a street vendor...all without asking me and I had to pay for everything. Now, everything here is really cheap. Taxi rides to the nearest town cost around 30 cents US...but the Peace Corps pays us like most people here get paid (they probably pay us more, but still, it's not a lot). So I have to save my money. We were walking home from the baseball game and I wanted to come to the cyber. I couldn't affor to pay for him because I only brought a dollar. I told him I needed to go to the cyber and asked him what was he going to do. He said he didn't know but walked right to the front door of the cyber with me. Before I went in I said okay, well, I guess I'll see you at home in about an hour. He was a little dissapointed but it had to be done. Good kid but I just can't afford it. I'm sure we will be okay.
I hope everyone is well and I miss y'all.