Monday, March 23, 2015

San Nicolas: a Memoir in Photos

To give you an idea of what normal San Nicolas life is like, we thought we would give you a collection of some of our favorite photos that we've taken in the year and a half we've been in San Nicolas. Enjoy!

On our walk to La Garnacha.

Women travelling to San Nicolas from a far-away community.

A campo sunset.

Davie learns how to milk a cow.

When this fruit farmer comes to the market on Fridays, butts are everywhere.

Getting rides in pick-up trucks!

Jarol shows us his horse's poor dental hygiene.

Little piggies sleeping at the doorstep.

Primary school English class marker tower.

Davie tames a bull to impress our primary school students.

Secondary school class.

Andy made stilts out of old tin cans and walked around town in them.

Washing vegetables, you encounter all kinds of characters.

Birthday party at our student Alondra's house.

Slightly-crowded bus to Esteli. "Dale, dale, dale!"

Our friend Fatima's poultry business.

"Made it." (Alcoholism is a huge problem in San Nicolas.)

Descent to San Nicolas, with Volcan Momotombo in the background.

Maylorcito was born the week we got to Nicaragua.

Monday, March 16, 2015

The Nicaraguan Subsistence Farm

Davie and I have been reading Michael Pollen's book The Omnivore's Dilemma recently, and it got us thinking about the stark differences between farms in the US and farms in Nicaragua.

When I think of a farm, I imagine a pastoral scene with chickens and cows and horses and a big red barn and rolling fields stretching towards the horizon growing a whole host of different produce. In his book, Pollen points out that the majority of American farms no longer sustain anywhere near this much diversity; most American farms are gigantic swaths of land that grow one of two crops: corn or soybeans. Diversified family farms, Pollen says, are a thing of the past in the US.

Here in Nicaragua, this is certainly not the case. I can't speak for all parts of Nicaragua, but in our area, farms are only small, family-owned, and diverse. North of Esteli you find big tobacco plantations and south of us there are enormous rice farms, but around San Nicolas these kinds of big-scale farms just don't exist.

Agriculture is definitely the primary industry in this pocket of Nicaragua, but maybe because of the dry, rocky soil or maybe because of the general poverty of the area, small family farms still reign here. Most farms have chickens, pigs, cows, and horses. Farmers grow a whole host of crops on the plots of land that have been in their families' hands for generations: beans, corn, millet, onions, potatoes, and fruit trees. Many of the seeds that they plant have also been in their families for years. Rather than buying sterilized seeds from a big company like Monsanto every year, Nicaraguan farmers just save the beans or corn from their last planting season and plant those seeds again, year after year, passing them down for generations. They call these seeds “criollos.”

In the US's industrial food system, the majority of farmers can't eat what they produce; they sell their corn and soybeans to mills, and their products eventually end up in the hands of big companies who turn the corn and soybeans into processed foods that show up on the shelves of the grocery store. Here, on the other hand, farmers tend to eat only what they produce. Most farmers around here are subsistence farmers; their families eat the corn and beans that they produce and maybe sell some of it locally, but because their leftover disposable income is so small, they can't afford to buy food that they haven't produced. This is, of course, a much healthier and more environmentally sustainable system, but it also leaves these farmers at the whim of nature, with no money saved up as a safeguard against starvation. (See this blog). Neither situation is ideal.

Because of this tradition of subsistence farming, the Nicaraguan diet is based solely on grains and vegetables that farmers grow in Nicaragua. (Processed chips and soft drinks are new in the campo; people still eat very few foods that didn't just come from a plant or animal). For this reason, Nicaragua is still a corn-based culture instead of a wheat-based culture like the US and many European countries.* Nicaraguan breads and cookies are all made out of corn grown on family farms. Early in the morning in San Nicolas, you see little kids carrying big tubs of corn to one of the mills in town so that their families can make tortillas for the day out of corn flour.

It wasn't until recently, in fact, that people around here even started growing vegetables or eating rice. As recently as 30 years ago, people ate only beans, corn tortillas, plantains, eggs, cheese, and maybe the occasional chicken or pork when they killed an animal for a special occasion.

Compared to the crowded feedlots and dirty slaughterhouses in the US that Pollen describes in his book, Nicaraguan animals have it good. Cows graze the rolling hills around San Nicolas and chickens get to run around all day, in and out of people's houses, pen-free. Even in town, lots of people keep chickens and pigs – pigs are always snorting their way up and down the San Nicolas streets. People milk their cows and harvest eggs from their chickens until they're too old, and then they kill them and eat them. I wouldn't say the tough “pollo indio” that comes from these chickens is my favorite kind of meat, but it is certainly efficient, turning laying chickens into meat.

Because of the wholeness of the Nicaraguan diet, it is far easier here to eat in a healthy, sustainable way that doesn't patronize big businesses and processed food that traveled hundred of miles to reach your plate. At the family-owned convenience stores in town (there is no grocery store), we buy “huevos de amor” (literally, “love eggs”), which are eggs laid by chickens in town. In the US, you pay more money for this kind of product; here, huevos de amor are cheaper than the white eggs in a carton that have been transported from far-flung mass farms.

Davie has recently started making his own mozzarella cheese, and we were surprised to discover how easy it is here to find the ingredients to make cheese. Because people here make cheese in their homes every day instead of buying it from a grocery store, you can easily buy rennet tablets at any tiny convenience store for seven cents. Then, Davie goes to our neighbors' and buys a gallon of fresh milk that came from their cows that very morning, and he makes cheese the same day.

In the US, this kind of organic, sustainable food is part of a trendy, expensive, hipstery subculture. Here, eating whole, unprocessed, homemade foods is the norm. I'm not trying to say that this makes Nicaraguans somehow morally superior to US Americans – I know that if Nicaraguans had the money to eat and produce processed foods, they probably would. But it does make me realize how messed up the American food system is, when processed foods that come from far away places are somehow much cheaper than food that is, if labels are to be believed, “organic” and “sustainable.”


*Although, with the advent of processed foods made out of corn, you could easily argue that the US is really a corn-based culture now too.

Monday, March 9, 2015

How to Communicate Like a Nicaraguan

In the hypothetical case that you visit Nicaragua one day and want to pass as an authentic Nicaraguan person (thereby reducing your taxi fares and warranting fewer stares), there are a few things you will need to know about how to communicate with your fellow Nicaraguans.

Nicaraguan Accent

For one thing, cut it out with all those s's on the ends of words! Your Spanish vocabulary needs surgery; take every single word ending in "s" and just sever that little letter off the end. Try it out; isn't "gracia" so much easier than "gracias"?

Secondly, especially if you're in the campo, pretend you have a weird Italian accent. Try singing your sentences instead of saying them. In American English, we end questions by increasing in pitch; in Nicaraguan campo Spanish, the pitch climaxes in the middle of the question and goes down right before the question mark. "Ya te VAS para la casa?" 

Going along with the singsongy lilt, you'll also have to get used to uncomfortable pauses in the middle of words, often after uttering an "a" and before the rest of the word. Thus, the word "agua" becomes "aaa___gua." 

Nicaraguan Slang

Once you have mastered the intricacies of the Nicaraguan accent, you can move on to learning Nicaraguan slang. Here are a few examples - this list is certainly not comprehensive.

B' : Make this strong "b" sound when you are discontented or outraged, or when you want to tell someone, "I told you so!" We hear this one from our students a lot. It comes from "ve," meaning, "see?"

Bolo: Drunk

Boludo: Lazy

Crudo: Hungover ("Crudo" literally means "raw" in Spanish).

Dale pue: All right, sounds good. This is an easy way to end an otherwise awkward conversation that could go on forever. It's really spelled "dale pues," but why even pretend there's an "s" there?

Diakachimba: Nicaraguan hipster for, "awesome!"

Mae: Dude

Ooooo: this high-pitched ooing sound is often the response to a question like, "How long have you lived here?" It means, "I'm not exactly sure, but a long time." 

Que la vaya bien!: One of the most common Nicaraguan phrases, "que la vaya bien" literally means, "that you go well." Say this to people when they're leaving.

Si, mon: Yeah, man.

Tuani: Cool! Davie knew this one as "tuanis" in Costa Rica, but of course, ending s's are not allowed in Nicaragua. 

Va pue: see dale pue. It means basically the same thing and also technically has an "s" on the end.

Nicaraguan Gestures

Finally, and maybe most importantly, study up on your Nicaraguan non-verbals. You see these seƱales everywhere: on the bus, in restaurants, in meetings, between friends. If a Nicaraguan person can avoid talking by using one of these gestures, you can be sure that they most certainly will. Some of them seemed rude to us at first, but don't be offended; they're just another way of expressing something.

Lips pointing: Instead of using a finger to point to something, Nicaraguans point with their lips, puckering them up and sticking them out towards the item in question. This is especially handy if your hands are full or if you don't want to expend too much energy on lifting a finger.



Nose wrinkling: In the US this gesture expresses disgust; in Nicaragua, it communicates the need for clarification. It can mean, for example, "What did you say? I didn't hear you" or "How much does it cost?"












Downward finger snap: This is a hard one to perfect. Holding your middle finger and thumb together, dart your hand down quickly so that your index finger hits the other fingers and make a snapping sound. Use this one when you want to express that something was hard, fast, or intense, or that someone is really strict. 









Hand on hand slide: Place one hand perpendicular to and on top of the other, both palms up, and slide the top hand across the bottom hand. This means, "I'm out of here! It's time to go."

Finger wag: Similar to the reprimanding finger wag we use in the US, the Nicaraguan finger wag moves only the pointer finger back and forth - no other part of the hand should move. Here it is used less to reprimand someone and more as a strong denial or negative answer to a question.



Finger shave: Using the two pointer fingers, hold one steady on the bottom and brush the other one over the bottom finger multiple times. This signifies money and can mean that something is really expensive.





Kissing or rustling mouth noises: You hear this one a lot on the bus, when the bus helper comes around to collect your fare. It can seem quite rude or abrasive at first, but it's meant kindly, as a way of getting your attention. 

Tuesday, March 3, 2015

Riches in San Nicolas

After two months of living just down the street from us, my family left San Nicolas on the 9:45 bus yesterday morning and will fly back to the US today. They'll be glad to get back to indoor toilets, warm showers, and comfy couches I'm sure, but I don't think they'll forget San Nicolas anytime soon.

To give ourselves a little extra space, my parents and my younger brother Jon rented a house on the edge of town, right next to horse parking lot numero uno (as we call it). They arranged their cheap mattresses on borrowed beds along with a cook stove and some plastic plates in the big front room of the house and quickly settled in to washing clothes by hand and taking cold dump showers. Since they didn't have many pans to cook in, they walked down the street to our house for all lunches and dinners, so we got to see them quite often.

Every morning, they went walking or running in the hills around San Nicolas. (People already thought that as gringos they were weird, they reasoned. Running up steep dirt roads just for the fun of it only confirmed their weirdness.) And after feeding a few scraps of tortilla to a tiny street dog that they named “Paul,” they quickly became Paul's best friends and discovered that Paul's name was actually Nina.

My mom with pine artisans
During the two months that they were here, each of them had their own projects to work on. My dad, a college math professor, spent a lot of time sitting out in their back yard with the poinsettias, thinking about geometry. (His sabbatical project is to write a geometry book). My youngest brother Jon, who is a junior in high school, spent most days working on his home school classes on the internet. (One of which, quite fittingly, was Spanish). And my mom, who has her own fair trade business, sought out local Nicaraguan artisans whose art she could take back to the US to sell.

While she was here, my mom connected with three artists. When my parents visited last year, my mom had bought earrings and headbands from a women's cooperative north of Esteli that makes jewelry out of pine needles. Last weekend, we went to visit them and after watching how they make stuff out of pine, my mom bought more jewelry from them. She also plans to sell wire earrings made by our friend Azucena, who lives in La Garnacha.

Some of our students modeling the headbands
The third Nicaraguan project my mom is working with is one that she started while she was here. When she came in January, she brought down a suitcase full of old t-shirts that people were throwing out, hoping that she could find a woman in San Nicolas who could make braided headbands for my mom to sell in the US. She met Meyling, a local woman who taught me how to do elaborate french braids, when Meyling was over at our house baking bread one day. Meyling (who happened to be my mom's neighbor too), was immediately excited about earning a little extra money by making headbands, and quickly proved to be pretty talented at it too, inventing new styles of braids and knots that no one else could do. So my mom spent lots of time going back and forth between her house and Meyling's, tearing up t-shirts and designing little cloth flowers with Meyling's daughter, Rosaling.

We will definitely miss having my family around; it was great to be able to share our San Nicolas life with them, and even after we go home in September, we will always be able to remember this beautiful place with them.