Howdy folk, it's Dylan, writing from under the mosquito net here in San Ramon. It's Wednesday night and we just finishing watching the State of the Union in both English and Spanish at the same time. I hardly understood any of it.
Today we got up early to catch a taxi to Matagalpa to do some things at the library, La Chispa. I spent a long time struggling to install Ubuntu onto an ancient Dell laptop that refused to comply, and Ciara worked to translate some preschool worksheets into Spanish. We do lots of small stuff.
Tomorrow is Doña Aracely's 52nd birthday, and I think we'll eat cake at some point. We didn't get to make her a card, but maybe tomorrow during the day we can. She's been such a great host; it's easy to get used to big plates of rice and beans and enchiladas prepared while you twiddle your thumbs in your room.
Some bad news: there are litters of dogs that live on the street, but the cutest fluffiest one won't even be our friend. Jullisa, our host sister, who makes all kinds of art and is a helpful Spanish speaker, say that it hates white people (also known as cheles), and I guess she's right.
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