Estoy aqui!! Finally.
AND I found a way to access wifi! Finally.
Leaving this
past Wednesday came and went more rapidly than I could ever imagine! Its
already day four of mi vida nicaraguense! The preparation and anticipation for
my leaving really built as the hours became shorter and shorter; my departure
on my first flight into Atlanta fast approaching. But even with the bright
horizon of adventure in plain sight, leaving my family at the airport was so
bittersweet. I was sad to leave knowing I’d be away for so long, and I was
scared of the unknown I was walking into as I walked from my family and friends
towards the terminal... And yet I can’t explain it, but I, beneath all my
surface level emotions, had a complete peace- a peace that definitely surpassed
my own understanding. I think it’s because I knew I was walking right into the
Lord’s arms and what he had planned for me. So I left the US, and Osvaldo and
his greeting party were at the airport when I arrived, picking me up from the
airport in Managua at 8:30pm on the dot. That was the first time I felt doubt
squeeze its way into my mind. The team that had come to pick me up barely spoke
English, and all of a sudden I was too quickly very aware that life was from
now on going to be very, very different. In my first few hours in Nicaragua I
felt like such an outsider, sitting in the back of the van, listening to my new
Nicaraguan friends yelling and laughing, hearing my name come up a few times in
the blur of fast paced Spanish conversation. I could understand a least some of
what they were saying and the jokes they were making, but they definitely
couldn’t understand me. My confidence level was slowly dropping.
Remember how I said that
Nicaraguans don’t seem to have a sense of time? Well here’s my trip home to
Chinandega, the start of my adventure, in a nutshell: We drove from the airport
to get food, to a drop-in for a friend of his in a nearby city, to get food
again, to a pharmacy, to the gas station (we didn’t get gas), and finally to a
church office in Managua. By that time it was 2am, and that was when Osvaldo
decided to tell me we were going to stay the night in Managua, so that he could
attend a funeral service there the following afternoon. Oh, and we were staying the night in
the parked van- all 8 of us. After the funeral service the next afternoon, we
finally started heading home- leaving the cemetery, going to the grocery store,
a restaurant (naturally), another gas station, a motorcycle shop, all before
arriving safely at the Bonilla residence in Chinandega around 4 or 5pm. I don’t
think I’ve ever been stuck in a minivan for that long in my entire life, and
I’m a triplet, so we were all about minivans.
Now I have been here for about a
week and I’m learning so much about myself, and the Lord, and it’s starting to
feel a lot more like home. My Nicaraguan family is wonderful and I love every
minute I get to spend with them, especially my roommates (Osvaldo’s daughter
Christian and her son Andre). Everything that has happened since I’ve been here
is a blur as I try to go back and sum it all up.. I will mention however that
the first thing we did when I got here, was help Osvaldo’s other daughter
Montse, who is in her last month of Med school right now, remove part of a
tattoo from our friend Angie’s back- with like sterilization, scrubs, gloves,
anesthesia, scalpels, the WHOLE nine yards. I didn’t help for very long, and soon
opted to just hold Angie’s hand. The
houses here are so cool (not literally- life without air-conditioning has in
and of itself been quite the adventure). The houses here are so open, like the
doors and windows are like swinging dressing room doors or something, and the
walls don’t quite meet the ceiling, and the windows are open with bars on them.
It’s like living outside with walls and furniture, which is awesome- but hot.
Like sweating all the time hot, but at least it makes an ice cold shower with
no hot water a little more enjoyable. That being said, there’s a lot of
really cool wildlife here, and it’s not just the outside kind. The family has a
pet parrot, named Paco, that lives in the house, and just flies and walks
around with us which is awesome (except that he bites- hard). And that first
night when we left the operating area in Montse’s room, and I headed to mine,
there was a spider the size of Texas right next to my bed- like it definitely
wouldn’t have fit in the palm of my hand. That was definitely scary, but not
nearly as scary as the scorpion I found in the shower with me this morning.
Oh Nicaragua- such an
adventure.
I’ve been working in the clinic,
about 8 hour days thus far. It’s great, but it can be really hard (like today),
being in a room bustling with at least 6 other people, not understanding
anything, not knowing what to do, and no one understanding me when I try to
ask. Ergo- I’m not much help yet, just doing little chores and sorting and
counting pills and such until I pick up the language a bit more. It’s happening
a lot quicker than I would have thought though, partially because everyone
besides Christian and Montse either refuse to speak to me in English or don’t
know how to, but it’s actually helping, because yesterday in church I realized
I could understand most of the sermon and even follow the scripture and songs a
little bit more than usual. This experience has been very humbling. And whenever
I start to get frustrated or lonely or sad, God is so faithful, and when I ask,
he is always there to restore me and bring something wonderful my way. Today
for example after a few tearful hours in the clinic I went back to the house to
clean, and after some time in the quiet with the Lord, I got asked to go do a
church-like program with Crespin (one of the pastors that lives in Osvaldo’s
house with us) in one of the local barrios, which was wonderful AND we rode a
motorcycle through the city- which may not seem like a big deal, but in
Nicaragua.. It’s awesome. Tomorrow I think Crespin and I are going to do a
medical brigade (and I’m not entirely sure what that is yet..), and Osvaldo and
Rossy always say I need to be up and ready by 7:30 or 8am every morning (which
I am), and then they always sleep in till 9. At least it gives me the time I
definitely don’t have during the daytime to write my blogs and emails and such.
When I find internet (which is SELDOM) I’m hoping I can just copy and paste and
upload everything quick since the internet doesn’t have great service here and
can get expensive. So if you haven’t personally heard from me yet, there it is-
and Christian and I are working hard to figure out wifi, so contact and more
frequent blog posts are hopefully coming!
I’m so excited to be sharing all my
lessons and adventures with you all!
Stay tuned- the adventure
continued…
AND if anyone still feels called to wants to donate to my mission- you definitely still can! 100% of the money I raise goes directly to the organization, El Shaddai, and it will allow to do more while I'm there! like fund more feeding programs, barrio work, prison ministries, outreach, the clinic, the medical brigades, etc! Just contact my dad (Walt Miller) or email me at hgmille@clemson.edu
Gracias mis queridos amigos por todos las felicitaciones y apoyo para mi vuelo!
me siento muy amada, y estoy agradecido para eso.