Monthly Archives: September 2012
1 small bottle of water – $3
18 bottles of beer – $40
Haircut, color & brow wax – $170
Sushi – $40
A few groceries – $57
It was day 4 of my 1st trip home to Calgary when I officially started to freak out about how much money I was going to spend during my 5 week stay. If I continued at this pace the MasterCard was in for a serious beating.
After spending 8 months in Nicaragua it didn’t take me long to figure out what I had missed most in Canada.
1. My Nephew Aiden – How sweet it was to be reunited with my adorable 11 month old nephew Aiden. From camping, to going for walks, to seeing Aiden through his 10 & 11 month birthdays, to reading “Llama, Llama Wakey Wake” over and over again and being there as he learned to crawl the time I spent with him was definitely the highlight of my trip.
2. My Girlfriends (especially my sister) – Getting together with my special gang of girlfriends and being able to pick up right where we left off was a great feeling. Heart to heart talks with my sis was something I think we both needed.
3. Shopping – I know my stores and I know my sizes. I know where to find the best deals on my favorite products and I love a good sale. Planning my visit at the end of the summer season was a good move – EVERYTHING was on sale. I so miss being able to get good quality clothing and the products I love at great prices.
4. The Food – $40 on sushi (for one sitting) was a bit expensive, but I gotta tell ya, it was worth every penny. Strawberries, blueberries and Activia yogurt were part of my daily diet. And although not technically classified as food, I couldn’t seem to get enough 5 cent candy from Mac’s.
5. My Hairstylist – Cassidy from Ca Va Bien rocks! After 8 months without a real haircut it felt great to have my hair cut & colored by a professional I trust. Now if only I could convince her to move to Nicaragua.
6. TV – Specifically the Slice channel. I have to admit I watched quite a few episodes of Say Yes to the Dress and What Not to Wear and even caught a couple of episodes of Intervention Canada while I was home. Hey – don’t judge me!
As we pulled into the driveway at my sister’s house on July 26th I felt like I had never left. Aside from Aiden, not much had changed.
But after spending two months in Calgary – 10 months after departing on a Nicaraguan adventure with nothing but a couple of suitcases, and my husband Gord – I realized I’ve changed.
I’m thrifty now. I’m more laid back. I’m less concerned or caught up in the minor details of day to day and I’ve realized not everything has to be perfect. I don’t need a fancy house, or a designer handbag to make me happy. More importantly, I realized just how special time spent with family, friends and loved ones is and how much it means to me.
Unfortunately all good things must eventually come to an end.
Saying goodbye sucks, but as the plane left the runway in Calgary – 285 days after my Nicaraguan adventure began – I was more excited than sad. This time I wasn’t leaving home – I was going home.
This photo I shot today in Laguna de Apoyo couldn’t be more perfect for Photo Journalism Friday. It’s my first day back in Nicaragua – after spending two months in Canada – and it just so happens to be the last day of summer in North America.
Elisha in Nica
1. the sultry part of the summer, supposed to occur during the period that Sirius, the Dog Star, rises at the same time as the sun: now often reckoned from July 3 to August 11.
2. a period marked by lethargy, inactivity, or indolence.
Were on our way out of the town of San Juan del Oriente when we spotted this woman walking up the road. Dressed in a bright blue dress and frilly white apron she carried a bag of watermelons on her head. I thought she’d make a good subject for a photo so I hopped out of the truck and approached her.
“¿Puedo tomar su foto?”
Like many Nicaraguans she appeared a bit shy about having her picture taken.
As she waved her arms around and spoke to me in Spanish I click, click, clicked down on the shutter button of my camera. I had no idea what she was saying so I nodded and smiled. Confident that I had the shot I reached into my pocket for my lens cap.
I walked towards her, took her soft and weathered hand in mine and kissed her on the cheek.
“Muchas gracias!” I said.
I watched as she dug through her canvas bag that she held on her lap. She took out her bible and placed it on her lap. It looked well used. She eventually found what she was looking for – two Watchtower pamphlets. She handed them to me and smiled.
She took advantage of this moment to spread the word and I got another great photo to add to my collection.