Hi, Dad!!

My Dad reminded me that it's been a while since I updated the blog, so I'm going to throw just pics up and just give you a quick summary.

After 102 days, my HHE finally arrived on Friday:  120 boxes, and I'm  happy to say that at 7 pm on Sunday night, I'm pretty much unpacked.  The house smells like a cardboard box factory, though.  For my first international move, this has been a pretty positive experience.  Nothing was broken!  Nothing went missing!  In fact, things came that should have gone to storage.  So now I have a porcelain Christmas village to store for the next 2 years, plus a box of winter clothes.  Yeah, those winter running tights and the snowboarding pants are not going to get much use around here.  Still, I guess it's not a bad thing to have a few long-sleeved shirts and sweaters around, for when we head to Cleveland next winter. 

I'm not sure why I thought I'd want my college diploma, though.  Or why I brought 2 rakes, 2 shovels, and an electric weed-wacker / trimmer, 'cause Lord knows *I'm* not doing any gardening around here.  I also discovered that I apparently own a really nice table saw.  That should tell you how often I actually went into the tool shed at home.

But the HHE gods were smiling on me, because the last boxes that the movers brought in (last in, first unpacked!) contained this:

The wine took a little longer to find, but eventually I did find it and showed remarkable restraint by waiting until I found wine glasses to start drinking.

Nicaragua seems to be a pretty popular destination for friends from home; in three months, we've had three visitors.  And all of them have shown up with alcohol...the first (a family) brought Finlandia and a bottle of Johnny Walker Double Black, the second brought a coffee & almond flavored Absolut, and the most recent brought a bottle of my favorite sangiovese...and bagels!!  Believe me, those bagels are worth their weight in gold--all you can get down here are the frozen-in-a-bag-at the-grocery-store kind.  Blech. 

The 2nd visitor is one of my closest friends; we met at work a few years ago; I like to say he's the older brother I never wanted.  He cruised around Nicaragua with a guide for the few days  he was here, but I managed to take a day off and we went sandboarding at Cerro Negro.  I realized that 3 months of not running has made me weak--the hour-long hike up the volcano just about did me in.  The ride down was a lot of fun--not nearly as scary as I thought it would be, given the steep hike up.   We also cruised around Leon, an old colonial city with a beautiful old cathedral.

We also went to the Laguna de Apoyo to spend the day swimming at a place called San Simian.  It's definitely off the beaten path (literally!  A couple of km down a dirt / gravel road, and I was starting to hear banjoes, or whatever the Nica equivalent would be).  The lake is gorgeous, and there was a great dock, a catamaran, kayaks, and inner tubes for us to use.  There's a small bar and kitchen on site, so you can just eat, drink, swim, or just nap in a hammock all day.  You can spend the night in these little rustic cabanas, which I'd love to do the next time.  Maybe when the Parental Menaces come to visit in April....

Now, the Mini-Menace and I are kicking back, watching the Super Bowl.  My best friend is from NY, so we're cheering on the Giants; this is the first time the MM has sat and watched the SB, and he's enjoying the commercials and the half-time show.  He can't believe Madonna is 53, though. Just wait 'til you see her close up, kid. 

And on that note, folks, I'm outta here.  Btw, Dad, I'll post more often if you leave a comment once in a while.  What goes around,comes around :)

A cruel joke

Anyone who's spoken to, written to, or emailed me has undoubtedly heard--in excruciating detail--how much I've been looking forward to the arrival of my car.  Not only do I love that thing, but Managua is not a pedestrian-friendly city, so having transportation is more or less essential to getting to know the city and, perhaps more importantly, getting out of Managua to enjoy the rest of the country.  So you can imagine my extreme and utter joy at the news that my Jeep was arriving on Friday...sweet freedom was on a shipping container, headed for the embassy.  There was a little delay, and my car would be coming in at the end of the day....I skipped the shuttle ride home, not wanting to wait until Monday to pick it up, and was already mentally planning all the places that the Mini-Menace and I could go this weekend.

You can guess where this is going, right?

There I am, sitting in a golf cart, watching the shipping container back up to a big ramp, and barely able to contain my joy, thinking that I'm mere seconds away from driving my own butt home for the first time in nearly 2 months.  The GSO guys cut the seals, opened up the container and.......

NO JEEP.

Despite the paperwork and bill of lading with info to the contrary, the shipping container did not contain my car.  Instead, there was a brand-new white panel / cargo van, just like the kind your mother warned you kidnappers used to snatch disobedient kids like you.  Or me, rather.  I think the guys realized this was probably not my car when I failed to dance with joy as I'd promised.

So, where is my car?  It could be anywhere, for all I know.  GSO assures me that this is just a mix-up with the paperwork and they'll know where my car is on Monday.  We'll see....

Attack of the Zombie Sock Monkey!!!

We knew we'd be arriving in Managua two days before the Embassy's Halloween party so of course the Mini-Menace insisted on packing a costume in our luggage.  He'd been begging for a Zombie Sock Monkey costume this year, but I had terrible luck finding one.  Beebop (aka my mom) came through once again and saved the day, buying and mailing the costume to us before we left.  Here it is in action: 

Definitely a little gruesome, but oddly cute at the same time. 

The party was a lot of fun; we had our first trunk-or-treating experience--people really went all-out decorating their cars, adults in costumes, and tons of candy to be had.  Although we rapidly learned that chocolate candy--the mainstay of my Halloween diet--is something of a rarity here.  I suppose it might be because of the temperature and the ease with which milk chocolate melts. At any rate, the few people who'd gotten their hands on chocolate candy to hand out were mobbed, and not just by kids.   After the trunk-or-treating, the Marines hosted a pizza party (with a DJ), haunted house, and chili cook-off, all at the former Ambassador's residence on the compound, locally known as Casa Grande.  It's not so much a big house as it is a mansion.  It's not occupied; the Ambassador (when we have one) actually lives in a smaller, less opulent house elsewhere, but Casa Grande is still used for official functions, etc.  It's gorgeous, and we really enjoyed getting to celebrate Halloween in such comfortable surroundings.

I still missed trick-or-treating in my sister's neighborhood, though. People sit out with coolers of beer, fire pits, and regularly hand out FULL SIZE CANDY BARS!!!!!!  All in all, though, this was a very good alternative, and a great way to jump right in to the Embassy's social scene.

A month later....

I'm alive!  I have internet!!  I also have some amazingly generous and patient co-workers, both FSOs and LES.  (Dad, that's foreign service officers, the US staff, and the Locally Engaged Staff, the Nicaraguans that work at the embassy).  I'm finally starting to feel a little less lost; the more time I spend at the window interviewing visa applicants, it becomes a lot more mundane.  I'm not really planning on blogging about my job that much though; this will be more about our lives in Nicaragua.  All I'll say is that I am learning more, and enjoying my work.  Not bad, right?

Outside of work, things are going well.  We're still without our household stuff and the Jeep, but we're doing pretty well: the welcome kit had everything we really needed, and folks have been generous with their time and vehicles whenever I need to go shopping.  There's a shuttle that takes me to and from work, and the Mini-Menace has his own school shuttle.  And while this may come as no surprise to anyone who's had the misfortune to experience my housekeeping skills, I've adjusted QUITE well to having a housekeeper.  She cooks! She cleans!  She does the laundry!  She does small grocery shopping!!  I love coming home to a clean house and being able to spend quality time with the MM without doing laundry or cooking his dinner, or trying to stay on top of the cleaning. 

We've only done one small day trip, to Granada, with friends.  Once we have the Jeep, expect more posts about our adventures.  Next up, though?  I--vegetarian since 18--will be attempting to cook a turkey breast for my son and 2 Peace Corps Volunteers that we're hosting for Thanksgiving. 

Let's hope they all survive. 

The final countdown....

FSI training done and checkout completed?  Yes.

Packout survived?  Yes again.

Holed up in a hotel with son and dog for 48 hours?  Affirmative.

On the ground in Managua in roughly 36 hours?  Si.

Blogging at you later, folks!!!!!

Short, but sweet!

1.   It's official!!  I've now hit the trifecta of U.S. passports: personal (blue), official (maroon), and, most exciting: diplomatic (black!)  Woo hoo!!!

2.  Apparently, Mother Nature wants to destroy any car I own....yet ANOTHER flash flood in my 'hood.  This was taken in my driveway last night; the water was well above my knees.  Thankfully, the Mini Menace saw the rising waters and warned me that I needed to save "his" Jeep.

3.  No photos, but in other exciting news, I passed my Spanish exam!!!!   Started ConGen yesterday and am already joking that after 11 years of working with the INA, I am going to have a hard time restraining myself from correcting my instructors on the vagaries of immigration law. 

Roughly 7 weeks to go!!!!!!
 

Cue the AC/DC....

The Mini-Menace and I have successfully returned from our recon trip to Managua...it was a really short trip: flew down on a Sunday, spent 2 days there, and then came back on the 4th.  That was pretty much all the time I could con out of my CDO and the Spanish Department, even though I have about 8 million hours of annual leave that carried over from my previous job.  Still, I'm thankful that they let me go, considering that I am supposedly testing a week from now.  I say supposedly because no one has bothered to tell me when exactly my test is.  Anyhow, back to the recon....we spent about half a day visiting and registering the MM at his future school.  He seemed happy and definitely a little less freaked the eff out now that he knows what to expect.  We also had dinner with the embassy family that volunteered to care for the MM until I can find a permanent solution; they have three boys at the same school, and really, they were just about the NICEST people I've ever met.  They asked the MM what kind of food he would like for dinner, and--naturally--he voted for burgers.  Yes, folks, our first official dinner out in Nicaragua was at a T.G.I.Fridays, a place I have never actually frequented in the US.  Rest assured, Nica food was the only option on the rest of the trip; but conveniently for the MM, he was able to eat panqueques at breakfast every day.  He did discover the joys of passionfruit (aka maracuya) juice, and deep-fried cheese.  Score!!

Our second day, we visited the Masaya volcano, which, according to local legend (thank you, superstitious Conquistadores!) is an entrance to the underworld.  In case you were wondering, this is where the lame AC/DC reference comes in.  No, I was not actually referring to one of my all-time favorites (and most ridiculous) Christmas songs, Mistress for Christmas.  Yes, I like to make random musical references.  So what?

Also on the day-long adventure were a stop at a gorgeous crater lake, the Roberto Clemente baseball stadium, the markets in Masaya, where I had to restrain myself from actually shopping, since really....why cart all that stuff home when I'd just have to pack it up and ship it back?  I did buy the MM a wooden chess set, since he's now apparently obsessed with chess.  Don't ask me how it happened....summer daycare camp is an amazing thing.  Every evening we'd sit on the patio at the hotel, by the pool, and he'd try to teach me to play.  Would anyone like to guess how humiliating it is to have your 9 year old crush you like a bug EVERY SINGLE TIME?  If you answered pretty damn humiliating, you'd be right.  I figure this has to be a major checkmark in the Greatest Mom Ever column.  Right?????

Finally (and still on the epic day-long adventure), we also visited a local pottery market.  This was pretty awesome:  they mix the clay by stomping on it for hours, then spin it on foot-powered pottery wheels.  Pretty damn labor intensive, but best of all, the Mini-Menace got a hands-on (literally!) experience and got to give it a go.

On the way home, our flight on American was delayed so much that we would have missed our connection in Miami...so American put us on Copa, which then routed us through Panama and on to D.C.   I'm now a pretty big fan of Copa....remember when airlines actually used to feed you?  For free?  And left and arrived on time? Take note, American!! 

So, we're back, I'm freaking out about my Spanish exam, and we're off to NE Ohio for what will probably be our last trip home before we leave for Managua at the end of October.  The Cleveland area is the epicenter of both sides of my family, so I have loads of aunts, uncles, cousins, and both grandmothers to visit, plus some really close family friends who I met in VA (and who subsequently returned to the mothership area).  VERY excited to see everyone.  It'll be a nice way for the MM to celebrate the end of his 1st week of 4th grade....thank you Archdiocese of Arlington for starting before Labor Day!!!! 

I'd promise to try and post more often, but you all know that's not going to happen until I'm actually on the ground in Nicaragua, so until I can come up with something interesting to say, I'll just leave you with some photos of our trip.  Enjoy!!

 (OK, so it's not exactly a highway to Hell, but still, pretty damn impressive!)

 (Time to make the donuts clay)

The kindness of strangers

The concept of DOS and the FS as a community / family really hit home for me this week.  Ever since A-100 began, I've been stressing the F out over what I was going to do with the Mini-Menace once we arrived at post.  I hate to harp on the single-parent thing because, god knows, there are countless other single parents (or doubles, to be honest) who have it so much tougher than I do.  But I had no idea what I was going to do when I got to post and had to go to work, but at the same time, had to figure out school transportation and after-school childcare until I was able to hire someone.  (And that is a whole other issue, the concept of hiring a domestic employee is so foreign to me that I feel incredibly guilty about having domestic help).  Anyhow, to get back to my point, the woman who runs the Welcome Wagon group at post put me in touch with a family there whose kids attend the same school that the Mini-Menace will....and without having emailed / spoken to me, this family offered to take the MM to / from school and to watch him after school until we get settled, help me get him enrolled at school or or anything else that I needed help with.   Amazing.  I'm so much more relaxed about the move now, I can actually be excited about the move.

So excited, in fact, that the MM and I are headed down to Managua next month for a quick bombing run of a trip.  We're just going down to visit his school / take placement tests, and get him officially enrolled.  Ok, and *maybe* we'll be taking a day to do a little sightseeing--but I think it will help his transition if he can visualize where he'll be going to school or if he has a better idea of what he can expect.  So expect some actual Managua-related posts & pictures next month!

And the vehicle dilemma has been resolved....the poor hybrid Highlander is officially dead and we are now the proud owners of a bitchin' Jeep: 

An imposter!!!

Somebody needs to tell Newsweek / Murdoch / Brooks that this particularly alias is already spoken for!!

Working Vacation

The Mini-Menace has been in California for the past 2 weeks, on his annual pilgrimage to visit his father and paternal grandparents, and, as usual, I am bored to death without him.  The first few days are great--freedom to go where I want, when I want, and to watch movies with all sorts of child-unfriendly language, etc.--but after the 3rd day, the house is just too quiet.  The dogs were depressed too--they both stopped eating for the first few days, and would go into his room to look for him.  We're fine, but I'm definitely looking forward to his return in 1 week.  Just in time for his Young Diplomats' Day and Youth Security Overseas Seminar, and the start of his Saturday Spanish classes!!

In other Spanish news, I'm still plugging along in class.  I had my first progress evaluation and did much better than I'd anticipated.  It felt like a fluke, though....I was really on top of my game that day, whereas in class, I still feel like a total idiot.  I have until early September to get my act together.  One of my classmates was able to convince his CDO and post to let him test early so that he could arrive earlier than planned in order for his kids to start school at the beginning of the school year.....and he passed!!!!  So happy for him!  I hope his luck is contagious.

Had a little bit of drama with the car--there was a massive flash flood in the 'hood two weeks ago, and the 2.5 feet of water in the street got INTO my car and damaged the interior, the hybrid system, the brake system, and the power steering.  No verdict yet on whether or not it can be salvaged.  I love that car, but am starting to think about replacements.  Since the roads are pretty rough in Nicaragua, I'm actually thinking about getting a Jeep.  The dilemma, though, is do I go with the soft top, or the hard top for security reasons?  And since the Mini-Menace isn't old or big enough to sit in the front, plus my family will be visiting, do I go 2-door or 4-door?  Ay caramba!!!

Thanks to my mom for sending the Mini-Menace a massive care package with 15 different kinds of Oreos.  That's one item off his bucket list.  At least one of us is accomplishing something!!