Blog #4 ½
February 24, 2011
Granada, Nicaragua
Besides the heat, our group is adjusting well to the change of climate and scenery. A scattering of coughing has infiltrated our group to affect a few, but for the most part, we’re all optimistically healthy. Though my collegiate indulgence in a facial piercing has taken a bit of a beating. After spending hours amidst the nooks and crannies of the rural clinics, enough dust had succeeded in creeping into my piercing that when I woke up yesterday morning, it was to searing pain and one half of my mouth looking like I had either lost an unfortunate battle with Botox serum or got into a bar brawl with a man named Butch… Good things were not happening. Angelina Jolie just got bored with her lips and let me borrow them for a little while. No big deal… Yet, like those who are determined to save the whales or the trees of the Amazon, so too was I equally determined to save my lip ring. And after practically a mini bar of sterilization techniques, steroids, and antibiotics (oh yes – they don’t mess around here), my lip once again returned to its natural placement on my face.
On a final side note: I had my first cup of coffee recently. Now, I want to be a journalist and granted, nothing completes the picture of a frazzled writer always on the chase for the next great story more than a pen in one hand and a cup of Jo in the other. I desperately want to be a coffee-drinker – if not to complete the journalist complex than for the caffeine jolt. Yet I can’t coax my body to accept it as friend and not foe.
Until now. Nicaragua has finally provided the right environment for coffee to become my gateway drug.
Not a fan?
You try working 8-hour days in a Nicaraguan medical clinic and it’s guaranteed to change your tune. Or at least your taste buds.
Posted on February 28th, 2011 by rachel-warmke
Filed under: Nicaragua, Rachel Warmke
I love to read your posts! Great blog.