FOMO

I learned this term from a good friend Jackie, who has taught me a ton about surfing and loving freely.  It was when my friends Julia and Kelly were visiting for my birthday that I discovered the condition that I have suffered from for many many years!  Kelly, Julia and I had just gone for a long horse back ride down the beach and were returning to Coco Loco to drop off the horses when we ran across Jackie.  She asked what we had been up to that morning.  We returned the same question and she answered, “Dude we went wakeboarding this morning up and down the coast.”  All of a sudden that hot itchy panicky feeling rises in my throat and I have no words, I’m horrified that I missed wakeboarding and all I can think about is how amazing it sounds to be whipping up and down the beaches of Coco Loco with all my friends wakeboarding on surf boards screaming my head off, hair blowing in the wind……and then I finally come back to the present moment. Jackie says, “Dude, you just had a serious case of FOMO amiga.”  “What’s that?,” I ask. “Dude, Fear of Missing Out, don’t worry I suffer from it too.” She says.

Seriously, I have issues!  I have this fear of missing out on all the amazing things life has to offer.  Probably why I run around full-speed from sunset to sun down.  My mom was always telling me to just be present in the moment and stop racing ahead to the next event, but how can I when there are so many cool things out there to experience?  I’m doing better these days.  I’ve self medicated with yoga, meditation, and learning to play the guitar to calm the heck down and live in the moment.  It’s just so much more fulfilling to be in that one moment and disconnect from all that is happening around you.  With that being said, I think there is also a healthy amount of FOMO that drives me to make the most out of life.  It makes me who I am.  Running half marathons is half the physical challenge and half FOMO, knowing that I can’t die not having the experience of running one.  Low and behold I really liked it!  Just like surfing, I can't live this close to amazing surf beaches and leave this beautiful place not having surfed.  Again I’d like to attribute many of the things I do to FOMO, because I may never have tried it in the first place with out my mental condition.  Thank you Jackie for diagnosing me.

So I hope that I have instilled a bit of FOMO in my readers to seize the opportunities that come your way because you never know if it will present itself again.

Gypsy

Lately I’ve been feeling very free, independent, no attachments to anything.  I realize that I lead a few different lives down here, which almost allows me to float and feel as though there is nothing holding me to an agenda or commitment, unless I let it.  Last week when the volcano outside my city was spewing ash I took the liberty to travel around the country with a few different groups of people, engaging in whatever opportunity came my way.  I felt very much like a gypsy floating from one situation to another with no idea what the next day would hold.  I went from surfing the beaches down south, to the colonial city of Granada sipping cocktails by the pool with my friends Mandy and Jeff, to the northern mountains of Esteli to raft a canyon within a span of 5 days.  I cherish these backpacking experiences and the excitement of having the plan of no plan.  And this is coming form Ms. Type A plan everything in advance.

Granted there are some negatives to that as well-not feeling like I belong anywhere, or that no one really knows or cares where I am, and no one really knows all the faces of who Kate is down here.   Sometimes I crave the people that just know what I’m thinking or feeling with out a word being said. But for now I want to focus on the freedom, because I know that one day a family and a career may not allow me to ever be back in this place, right here, right now.

If any of you have been on Facebook you may have noticed the amount of photos taken by the beach, surfing or riding horses.  Fortunately my proximity and attachment to the beach community of Manazano 1 has helped me to reach this level of freedom.  I float between my work in Chinandega in the high schools and NGO Pro Mujer and then back to Manzano 1 to work with Waves of Hope and the jewelry ladies of Artesenia del Mar.  Some weekends I float on over to visit friends in different parts of the country to clear my mind and have a new experience, but I realize I’m doing that with less frequency as I have found my heavenly place in Manzano 1.

It’s been awesome learning to surf and the intensity the ocean brings up for me is amazing.  As a double water sign, I’ve always felt at home by the ocean.  I’ve been able to get back to the things that connect me to my childhood- the ocean and riding horses- literally riding horses on the beach almost puts me over the edge.  A Nicaraguan family that I live with brought a beautiful sorral quarter horse stallion to their beach house where I can run him up and down the coast.  Freedom is what I feel when we are running full speed through waves that splash up in my face while my hair whirls around my face.  It’s that feeling of completely letting go and trusting the beast beneath me, whatever it may be.  Yet it’s a two way street, he trusts that I would never ask him to do something dangerous and I trust him to do the same.  Sometimes the beast is a massive wave that closes in on my board, but then again the trust arises.  Horses are made to run, waves are made to crash, and it is up to us to decide how we react.  I would like to make the conclusion that one cannot feel true freedom until they trust in themselves to let go, be a gypsy, at least just a little bit.

High School Graduation

It’s the end of the year for the students here in Nica.  That means I have a good two-month break from working with my teachers on the Emprendedurismo course.  I went to my favorite schools graduation last night and couldn’t help to reminisce about my own high school graduation as they strutted to the podium in their caps and gowns to receive their diplomas.  Unlike this Nicaraguan highschool, which is a semi-private school for high performing students from under privileged families. They students actually receive scholarships from the school if they meet certain expectations.  I went to Sabino, nick named “Snob-ino” if that gives you a clue.  Classmates of mine rolled up in beamers and I had a 96 Copper Saturn SL2 that I was in love with.  Last night a large chunk of seniors graduated with 90% average grades or higher(they go by percent instead of GPA).  I was beaming as one of my star students, Kenneth, from my Entrepreneurship course gave his valedictorian speech.  I had flash backs of my friend Jeff or “Big Red” giving his speech at my graduation.  I was sitting in the front row because I was graduating with the top 10 in my class, dorks we were, all AP students.  I can remember that feeling that sinks in to your gut when you realize just how much you have invested to get to this point.  I remember the lime green dress I wore(eeeekkkk), which somehow looked good at the time.  I remember the rhinestone sandals that I recycled from prom.  The Sabino garb was a purple robe with a gold sash, which seemed so elegant then.  I remember the beach balls bouncing amongst the crowd and tortillas flying across the 450 of us seniors spread across the football field.  I remember my boyfriend Taylor also wearing a shade of green to match me, I was so lucky to have a first love like him.  My girlfriends, my rocks, Jamie and Erin by my side and Annie was back from college to see me graduate.  My family had all come together for my important day, which made it really special.

I remember them highlighting the universities that students were attending and my name looked so cozy next to the name Texas Christian University on the program.  I had anxiety about leaving everything behind, but also knew I had an amazing summer in front of me before the move to Texas.  The rest of the ceremony was a blur with foghorns and screaming after each name.  At the end of the ceremony we threw our caps in the air and “the group” united effortlessly.  I had an amazing group of high school friends and we were inseparable: Me, Jamie, Erin C., Taylor, Aly, Erin D., Danny, Ryan, Brett, Steve.  Sooo many amazing memories 4-wheeling, camping, prom, my house in Mexico, Springbreaks, and everything else in between.  A lot of firsts with that group who has helped to shape the person I am today. 

My heart actually just skipped a beat when I realized this time next year my 10 year high school reunion will be creeping up.  I’d love to see how everyone is doing out there in the real world.

Then came the after-party at my house of course.  I remember things blowing way out of control.  It was supposed to be a smaller party where everyone could crash and spend the night if they drank.  I remember at one point my brother, boyfriend and Dad having to turn people away at the front door.  I thought my Dad was going to freak when a guy friend of mine, Alex, brought an ice-looge!  Dadio was actually totally cool and got us a folding table so we could position the louge by the pool so any run off wouldn’t stain the flagstone ha ha.  What an awesome night-My bro, his friends, my friends and family all having a very memorable time together. 

Back to Nica.  I know these kids have a very different night ahead of them after they receive their diplomas.  They are still just as rowdy and the teachers continually try to get them to be quite and stop rearranging their chairs during the ceremony.  I am so proud of how hard they have worked all year.  Only a portion of these students will study at a university, but I know all of them will have success in their own way.  I was proud to see that one of my entrepreneurial groups took advantage of the occasion to sell their products, a broom made from coconut leaves, but decorated in holiday ribbon.  Much like my friends and I, my students united after the ceremony in their smaller tight knit groups to take pictures.  I was honored to be pulled in to several small groups and told that It had been a pleasure to have me as their teacher and friend.  I hope that their motivation and passion never dies.  I would really love to truly believe that my presence during their senior has made some kind of difference in how they view themselves as potential leaders, no matter how small.  My counterpart that I work with, Professora Silvia, is one of a kind.  I surprised her with a certificate that I made and had the administration present to her at the graduation for all of her hard work and dedication to the Emprendedurismo course.  She is a pleasure to work with and is an amazing teacher who gives tough love to her students, which I feel is very hard to find here.  I think back on my “tough love” high school teachers and they are the ones I respected and learned the most from.

Escoba Plus- the group that made the brooms out of coco leaves

I thought about how proud their parents must be because I know I am incredibly proud as one of their teachers.  I wonder who they will grow up to be and if they have a desie to make an impact on their country like I do.  I wonder if they really even understand they significance of my presence here in Nica.  And then one of my young girl students comes up to me asnd says, “We are truly blessed to have you here in our country helping our people.  It’s been my pleasure to have you in my life.”

National Entrepreneurship Competition and Thanksgiving

It's that time of year again when the winners of the departmental Emprendedurism Business Competition travel to Managua to compete at the national level.  I was fortunate to have the opportunity to represent the Chinandegano region with my kids who made a Vinegar from Mimbro, which is a acidic fruit grown in this region.  Yes it is the first of its kind, but there were some much more creative products that they were up against.  There tend to be a lot of food products in these competitions and really we would like to see products that have a positive effective on the environment and/or better people's lives.  This year the competition started with a 2 day congress where the kids and teachers of the winning teams got to spend 2 nights at the hotel in Managua.  We had presentations on opportunities after graduation, how to network, how to legalize and finance your business, and motivational speakers.  I gave the talk on how to legalize and finance your business with another entrepreneur from Leon who had started his own eco-tourism company.  It was really neat working with another experienced individual and I learned quite a bit about the government legalization process here in Nicaragua.

Over all my teachers and students got to mingle with students from all over the country and expand outside of their Chinandega bubble.  They had a great presentation, but did not place.  When I asked them how they felt about the outcome of the competition, they said they felt they did their best, but there were some really great products that deserved to win.  I was very proud of them for realizing its about the experience, not the winning.  The winning product was a mosquito trap that utilized a natural solution to draw mosquitos in, but they couldn't find a way out.  This is a product that will positively effect the lives of the Nicaraguan people, since Malaria and Dengue are a reality in all parts of Nicaragua.  The second place winner was a contraption that connects to a water faucet and that shuts off the water flow when the buoy can tell that the sink is going to overflow.  To put this in to context, many Nicaraguan communities do not have water 24/7, many only at night.  Families will turn their water on during the night to fill up a pila(water bucket) so that they have water the next morning and day.  What usually happens is the pila overflows, wasting water and racking up a higher water bill that the family can't really afford.  This new product will help manage these real life issues.  Needless to say these products deserved to win seed money and recognition for their hard work.

The competition and congress ended the day before Thanksgiving so we stayed put in Managua to spend the holiday with an Embassy family.  Noelle, Kelli and I were placed with Gary and Eve Clements who cooked a fabulous Thanksgiving day meal.  Not only did we get the Thanksgiving favorites, but we got ricotta stuffed bell peppers, quinoa, and butternut squash.  It was a lovely day filled with lots of wine and laughter.

The following day a group of 19 of us headed out to Laguna de Apoyo, which I know I mentioned during my training months because we used to hike down in to the crater and bathe in the crystal clear water on the weekends.  Basically it's a crater of a dormant volcano that has filled with rain water over the years to create a lake and its absolutely beautiful.  We rented a 6 bedroom open air house with a huge kitchen and beach with a private floating dock.  We held the first annual Beer Olympics where we competed in our training town team from back in the day.  The Nandasmo crew or Nandazy-survivors dressed for survival as we all know we had the roughest training town.  With headlamps, duck tape, glow sticks, bandanas and swiss army knives we were set to take on our opponents in a series of 6 events.  We walked away with the gold from flip-cup, surprise!  We wore our crushed beer cans strung around our neck with pride!

Please excuse the flipped up shirts, but this was an event requirement since this is how grown Nica men cool themselves by exposing their huge protruding bellies in the heat of the day

Needless to say it was a great time! The rest of the weekend was pretty tranquilo.  I taught a yoga class one morning and we cooked excellent meals.  It was nice having some down time with a group of people that I have grown to love and truly respect.  Us volunteers keep saying that its amazing how Peace Corps brings people together from all walks of life and many people that I may have never sought out back home are now great friends. To sum up the weekend, it was a great reward after a long school year of hard work with our kids.

I'm not going to lie, I was a tad bit upset that I missed the Latin American Surf invitational in Chinandega where our local ripper Holly Beck took 2nd place.  I got to hear all about it when I got back which just contributed to my FOMO(Fear Of Missing Out).  My puppy Sirena is starting to show personality and play a bit.  The pups are almost a month old and you can see that she is definitely the runt of the litter, but maybe not such a bad thing since she is going to be a massive dog anyways.  Check pics on Facebook.

Kel and Julia Visit

October was a heck of a month as I scrambled to finish up my first MBA application to Berkeley(nightmare), sit for the GMAT(nightmare #2) and plan Chinandega’s regional competition for my entrepreneurship class.  It ended with a bang when Julia and Kelly arrived on October 27^th to celebrate my birthday and just in time for the annual Peace Corps Gala.  My Small Business Development Project puts on a formal evening each year to raise money for the national competition between the winning student teams from each department in Nicaragua.  Julia and Kelly, although exhausted from traveling, held it together for a night of dancing and the usual Peace Corps shenanigans.  It was awesome to have them meat the majority of my Peace Corps “Family” down here.  They originally flew in to celebrate my 27^th birthday, but they got oh so much more!       

Our adventures started out the next day as we headed to my home in Chinandega.  After a quick visit to my house in Chinandega and meeting the family we headed to my second home, the beaches of Chinandega.  We spent two nights at Coco Loco where the gals took surf lessons and went barefoot beach running.  I taught a little yoga and we got to see the baby sea turtles released in to the wild.  We enjoyed the fresh local fair that Coco Loco serves and chilled in the pool with cervezas.  It was really neat to see my Kel and Julia engaged and so interested in the projects that Coco Loco/Waves of Hope are performing in the community as well as the people driving them.

Sunset on Coco Loco Beach

On my actual birthday I woke up at Coco Loco and headed out for a morning surf, ate breakfast burritos with the gals, practiced some yoga and then had a message!  Not bad!  We also kept up or daily ritual of beers before lunch, usually around 11.  In the afternoon we headed over to Marta Montealegre’s house where she threw a little birthday shin dig.  I know I have mentioned the Montealegre’s in my past blogs, but they have become my family down here over the past several months.  Julio and Marta have practically adopted me and given me my own room in their beach house just minutes from Coco Loco.  I feel very at home with them and their family.  Marta had originally said that she wanted to put on a little birthday celebration and have Kelly and Julia stay over.  I casually mentioned to my friends in the community to stop by for some drinks and appetizers that afternoon around 4.   I had no idea she was going to put on a three-course meal and make a tres leches cake!  She made sopa de albondigas or a soup with meatballs made of shredded chicken held together with cornmeal and immersed in vegetables(one of my fav Nica meals).  There were quesadilla like appetizers and tacos to wrap it up.  My jewelry ladies Norma, Hazzel, Maria and Sendi came as well as some local Nicaraguan surfer friends Victor and Yerlis.  Holly and Jackie came from Coco Loco with Waves of Hope volunteers Milo and Edgar making it an eclectic mix, which was really neat.  I looked around the huge circular table and realized that all of the people there have been really great to me and I am honored to have each and every one of them in my life.  After a Happy Birthday serenade I blew out a single number “6” candle since that would be the average age of Marta’s grandchildren, ha ha!  Her tres leches was seriously the best I’ve ever had.  If your not sure what that is, tres leches is a cake that is basically moist with milk and covered with a meringue frosting.  For my birthday present from Marta and Julio I got to choose a puppy from their Rhodesian Ridgeback’s litter.  I named her Sirena and there will be much more posts on her as she grows.

The next day us gals went on a horse back riding adventure down the beach.  It was quite hilarious as I was riding the Montealegre’s horse who only knows one speed, gallop, and Kelly was on a moderately fast horse while Julia was on Molasses, we named her that for a reason.  It was a hilarious day of running up and down the beaches and trying to stick together.  The rest of the day we hung with Marta as she filled us in on how the Nicaraguan war of the 1980’s affected her family and their life as a whole.  We chatted about politics and filled Kel and Julia in on how things work down here, dysfunctionally. Marta is a very talented, intelligent and gracious woman who I now call mama Nica and she calls me hija gringa(white daughter).  I think we all agreed that we could have spent more time at Marta’s house lounging in hammocks and soaking in the view.  The house is gorgeous and right on the beach. But we had a date to climb a volcano the next day so we were off to Hacienda Consiguina.

Hacienda Consiguina is owned by friends/yoga students of mine who were so kind to let us stay for free in their beautiful ranch house tucked at the base of the volcano.  We lounged and chatted over wine that night, entertained by their crazy kittens.  We were in such another world I almost forgot it was Halloween.  The next morning we road in the back of a pick-up truck to Volcan Consiguina.  We were tossed about like rag dolls as the truck sped across peanut fields and started to climb gradually as tree branches smacked us down and sent us flying around the bed of the truck.  It was quite an adventure before we ever started the climb.  At the top we took in the views of the islands of El Salvador and Honduras while listening to monkeys howl from down inside the crater.  I had hiked the volcano once before, but the views were still just as amazing if not more the second time.  After climbing back down we set out on our way back towards Managua, but this time to the beaches outside the city.  We all agreed that about 24 hours was enough time away from the beach and we were glad to be back by the water.  We loaded a big school bus from Chin to Managua for Kel and Julia to get a taste of the open air, 80's beat bumping, public transportation.  At one point we video taped a music video to Titanic's "My Heart Will Go On" for the entertainment of the passengers.  Kel is that video available for public viewing yet? 

We arrived at Los Cardones at night and they don’t have power in their cabins.  It was quite fun switching to head-lamps and candle light.  I think I can speak for Kelly and Julia as well that this place was really special.  Our cabin had a huge porch looking out towards the ocean with hammocks and rocking chairs to take in the view.  It was primitive but oh so quaint.  The waves were awesome and despite my bronchitis that I was sporting at the time, I took advantage of them every morning.  I came down with a cough right before the gals got in to town and with no time to see a doc I kept hacking my lungs up through out the trip and taking my crazy prescribed cough powder medication which I referred to as “crack”.  Honestly I was having such a good time I didn’t really let it phase me accept for the fact that I couldn’t breathe.  Despite my bronchitis we practiced yoga, walked the beaches, surfed and just plain chilled.  We ate some typical Nicarguan dishes and indulged every meal.  At night we sported our head lamps to dinner and then retreated with handfuls of beers to our cabin before cracking open our wine.  The sunsets were incredible, as usual.  I took advantage of the late high tide and did a sunset surf everyday up until the waves coming at me were just a silhouette.  One evening there was so much ocean activity I saw fish swimming beneath me and a stingray jump out of water!  To continue with the animal theme we went on a crocodile search, but only ended up seeing one splash back in to the murky water.

Los Cardones

The last few days at Los Cardones were pretty special as it really set in on just how long it had been since I had gotten to spend some real quality time with my girls.  Our morning coffee/tea ritual looking out at the ocean was one of my favorite activities.  We once again all got messages from the local women and mine happened to be just before we headed out on our last day.  I showed up to lunch after my message on cloud 9 as the girls handed me a beer.  We ate and drank cervezas until our taxi driver Jose arrived.  The catch was Jose was almost 2 hours late, so something like 7 beers later we loaded the truck to head off to Granada feeling pretty darn good.  As Jose sped over the washboard roads we realized that all of Nicaragua would be dry that day.  Before we went in to panic we picked up Jose’s wife and son of 4 years to accompany us to Granada and then found a restaurant in route to sell us tall boys.  On the way to Granada Jose’s son fell in love with Julia and continued to take picture of her on his mom’s cell phone and then stretch her face out like a fun house mirror.  Needless to say he had us rolling in laughter all the way to Granada.  When we arrived to the city and before Jose left we all climbed a bell tower of a church to take in the sunset and views of the city.

The last night we spent at Casa San Francisco with mojitos in the pool and then a roof top dinner.  It was so awesome to share my experience down here with Kelly and Julia.  It was really special to be able to share the life that I’ve built down here.

Kelly took some amazing photos over the trip and captured the sweetness of the country.  Julia and I stopped asking each other where Kelly was once we realized her tennancy to wander off randomly and engage in photo shoots with the local plants.

A little goes a long way

I haven’t written in quite some time due to all my extra energy going towards Graduate School Applications and GMAT studying.  The Volcano Evacuation really threw off my study plan and I returned back home to a bunch of unfinished business.  Any who I wanted to take the time and write a blog post about my past weekend because it has touched me in many ways.  I was so thankful to return to my home in Chinandega after not being allowed home for 10 days and it made me realize how great my life really is here in Nicaragua.  Granted I get lonely, a lot, but there are some things that make it worth it.  This past weekend I was offered a ride out to the rural beach community where I help out, by a nice couple Mark and Kay.  The also offered to put me up in there beachfront house so I didn’t have to commute back and forth to Chinandega with the rain and all the hassles that come along with it.  What a treat!  I got to go on a beach run during the sunset Friday evening and then do a little yoga on the rocks over looking the ocean.  I settled in to watch a movie with them in a rocking chair and then fall asleep to the sounds of the waves crashing.  I woke up the next morning to another beach run with the Coco Loco dogs Ocita and Rocco.  I spent the majority of the day working with the Artesenia del Mar jewelry small business, getting them ready to export their jewelry to the States.   These women are always a joy to be around and really appreciate my efforts to help them improve their business skills.   I may have mentioned in a previous post that its turtle season and Waves of Hope has a turtle conservation project where they pay locals to bring in turtle eggs where they protect them until they hatch and then release them in to the wild.  Well Friday night about 30 eggs hatched and we let them loose Saturday afternoon as the tide was going out.  This was my first encounter with a baby sea turtle and they are adorable as they flap about trying to make their way to to the ocean.  My jewelry ladies and Coco Loco friends took pictures and tried to smooth the sand in their path so they didn’t get stuck.  It was a really neat experience, but also heart wrenching to know that only 1 in 100 sea turtles actually make it to adulthood.  After a sunset dip that night I walked the beach under a full moon with a Nicaraguan friend and Coco Loco employee who is in charge of the turtles eggs by keeping track of when they come in and when they should be hatching.  Jaime is his name.  I wanted to see a momma turtle come lay her eggs so we went walking and talking to try our luck.  As we walked we started to talk about the moon and how it affects the tides and before you know we are talking about how the sun and moon are correlated and how that effects the time that you are born until all of a sudden I realize we are talking about astrology.  Eventually the conversation turns to  evolution versus religion and what came first the chicken or the egg!  I was absolutely blown away by his views, he’s not one religion, but views himself as accepting of all religions.  We started talking about energy and karma and how there is no good or evil, it is just what is.  Jaime is from this rural community and can barely write in Spanish, but he is an extremely progressive and intelligent individual.  We chatted about our views on life and how we feel about our work in the community.  He told me that it doesn’t matter to him what people think about him, just about how he values himself and if the work he is doing is helping his community.  He takes a tremendous amount of pride in helping Waves of Hope protect baby sea turtles and strolling the beaches at night to make sure he gets to the eggs before the poachers.  We continued to talk about the different types of people that coexist like those that value philanthropy and those that only want money.  I’ve seen Jaime’s living conditions, its him, his wife, and two daughters in a 10 by 10 room with a stove top outside.  This person is living to give back. An hour and a half later my appreciation for this individual has multiplied times 10 and I want to hug him for reminding me that even when I get frustrated with the culture that not all is lost in this country.

The next day I went horse back riding with Holly to break in her new horses that she bought to use during the woman’s surf camps that she hosts.  We ran the youngins up and down the beach as they shyed away form the water's edge, not too sure what to make of it.  I ate lunch at the Montealegre’s house and finally headed back to the city to work on grad school application essays an study GMAT.  The Montealegre's are beautiful people that live down the beach from Coco Loco.  They are Nicarguan, but raised their sons(my age and up) in the states before coming back to settle in Chinandega.  They are extremely supportive of my projects and treat me as though I am part of the family.  I look back at my weekend and feel very fortunate that there are  people that recognize that life isn't always easy as a volunteer.  Their little bit of charity goes a long way in just helping me feel good while I'm here.

Volcano Evacuation Vacation

That's what we've been calling this time spent evacuated out of Chinandega for the last 4 nights.  It all started about a week ago when a 7.6 earthquake shook northern Costa Rica that could be felt in southern Nicaragua.    We received tsunami warnings on the Pacific Coast through out the week and there was knowledge that the northern volcanoes were heating up.  Saturday morning around 10 am I noticed the rain clouds moving in quite a bit earlier than normal and with a brown tinge to them.  It wasn't until I glanced at my phone and saw the 13 missed calls and inbox full of text messages, that I registered what was happening.  The largest and most active volcano in Nicaragua, which happens to be right outside my city, was erupting and spewing ash.  The missed calls were from my boss, my site mate, long distance friends and the head of security checking in to see my status.  We were to evacuate Chinandega immediately to Leon city about 45 minutes south and then on to Managua.  At the time I was actually north of Chinandega traveling with some Nicaraguan friends for the day.  If I had been in my house in Chinandega I could have easily gotten on to a bus and out of there.  In this case being north away from any danger, there was no chance I was getting on a bus to return down in to Chinandega were all the action was.  Since I was actually out of the zone that was being effected I was instructed to stay put and wait for someone to come get me.  As the day chugged along the volcanic ash cleared with the wind and things seemed to settle, but Peace Corps continued to gather volunteers all around the Chinandega and Leon departments to bring them to safety.  Around 4 pm the head of safety and security picked me up in the middle of a rainstorm to bring me down to Managua where my fellow volunteers were gathered.  Although the action had wound down, its still Peace Corps' priority to keep us safe and accounted for.

The first two nights after the explosion we were put in a nice hotel in Granada which was plenty far from the volcanic activity and the earthquake prone epicenter of Managua.  After 2 nights of just hanging out, eating good meals and catching up with friends we thought the action was over.  Monday morning the Leon department got the ok to head back to their sites, but the Chinandeganos had to spend the following night in Managua until they were positive that nothing more was going to happen.  The following Tuesday morning we packed up or things to head home.  I decided to do some work before heading back, but just as I called a cab to head out we got the update to stay put in Managua because the volcano was showing some activity.  Unfortunately 5 volunteers had already gotten a head start to their sites and were ordered to stay put in route as yet another mini explosion took place.  Not minutes after that we were all called back to Managua once again.  So here I am in a hotel in Managua starting to go stir crazy.  When you only have a short period to pack up your things, I went for the passport, rain jacket, computer, toothbrush and wallet.  Hind site is 20/20, but right now I'm wishing I had some running shoes, a yoga matt and more clean clothes!  I had no idea that I would be peacing out of my site and not able to go home for 5 days now.  It's not looking good to return tomorrow....