Sometimes, just when I start feeling comfortable here, I'm reminded of how different it is. The other day while I was in Managua, the only close place to eat was this fast food chicken restaurant. I don't like eating meat like that, from places where animals are basically manufactured, but there was no other choice and unfortunately my food allergies ruled out other alternatives. Anyways, this place was bumpin', and there was a man preaching with a whole audience. I felt so out of place and entertained by something that seemed common place.
I wrote a whole other post that got erased, about socialism here and how different it feels from Cuba. There have been all these protests going on here because of the reduction in pensions, and to me, socialism should prioritize social programs, not limit them. Cuba definitely has a lot of struggles from limited salaries, but not once in Havana did I see someone begging on the street or hear about people living out of a dump. Francisa, one of the community leaders at the dump, told me that the government makes promises every year around election time to improve people's lives, and they never follow through.
Thank God for moments of happiness and generosity, because without these it would just be too sad to think about all the unjust living conditions in the world.
Anyways...other than this, I'm just keeping on keeping on. Like a lot of people, I'm trying to figure out my next steps along the way.
To end on funnier notes, the other week I took a bucket shower in the patio with a country crock butter bucket. I heated the water on the stove so it felt real fancy. The other thing was that I went to a restaurant that sold anti diarrheal meds and alka seltzer. Pretty smart thinkin'!
The rainy season is going on', so now it's time to fall asleep to the rain.
Take care todos!
