Wednesday, July 11, 2007

La Sopa y Las Sandanistas

Melissa, Mick's sister. We spent all of last Saturday at their home on the outskirts of the city. Melissa is a very dramatic child and I was lucky to catch her in a rare moment of reflection.











The man wearing my cowboy hat is Mick's neighbor Hilario. We were drinking rum and Hilario kept passing his glass to Mick, saying "el ultimo, el ultimo," as if we didn't know that within twenty minutes he would once again be asking for "el ultimo." Once he drank enough he told stories about the revolution. He took a shine to my hat and I promised that when I leave next June I will give it to him. I explained that I'm so white that if I were to give it to him now, I would never survive the Nicaraguan sun.





The preparation of la sopa de res, our enormous midday meal. The woman on the right is Gloria, Mick's mother. She works at the Casa de Cultura. As you can see, the soup is being heated by a wood fire.










The view from my hammock while I digested la sopa. Later that afternoon we marched up to El Fortin, the old fort/prison overlooking the city, for the annual celebration of the Liberation of Leon. As a foreigner, I was advised not to bring my camera, so unfortunately I have no photographs of the event. The Sandanista political party (FSLN) enjoys great support in Leon, and it seemed as though everyone were wearing red and black, the party colors.
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