I took a friend to the León’s Heodra Hospital emergency room last week. I received a frantic call from a friend who went to the market and suddenly began to feel very dizzy, nauseous, and achy.
She was offered a chair, a cool drink, and a tortilla by one of the vendor’s. They both hoped that this would make her feel better. We didn’t realize that the situation was going to escalate. My first thought was dehydration. The sun and heat in León can be brutal. It is vital to stay in the shade or use an umbrella whenever possible.
Back in July I wrote a post concerning the sidewalk situation here in León. I made reference to how dangerous they can be for pedestrians. Many of the sidewalks have been taken over by street vendors. Their “shop” often spills out into the street as well. They sell everything from fruits and vegetables to kitchen equipment to used shoes and clothing.
This morning I passed one such vendor that was offering underwear, I hope those weren’t used. Food is sold from bushel-like baskets while the other goods, like shoes and clothing is laid out on the pavement, sometimes over cardboard.
These types of street markets are not unique to León nor Nicaragua. Many cities across the globe have similar issues.
Why Am I Revisting This Issue?
I Have a Confession to Make
I’m a sucker for “Top 10…” and “Best of…” articles even though I know that they are nothing more than click-bait for ads. I especially hate the ones that make you click “next” to continue reading the post. I normally get half-way through and go “ah, fuck it” and leave the page and move on to another article.
What a couple of days I’ve had. I have been robbed twice. I felt like a jackass. I have never been robbed at home nor on any travel experience. It happened once in my hotel room and then the house I had recently purchased, was broken into. Luckily there wasn’t any damage done at the house except for the smashed padlock on the front door, the door was going to be replaced soon anyway.
There are not too many things that really I miss from back home, not yet at least. At first everything is new. I quickly got used to eating rice and beans and plantains and yucca almost daily.
What I have come to miss is good Bourbon (Maker’s Mark), my favorite deodorant (Jãson), tempeh, and a damn good pizza. Every few weeks I get a craving for pizza, but ultimately find myself disappointed. I have tried pizza in several places in Nicaragua. You know what they love on their pizza in Nicaragua? Ketchup!!! When the guy at the León baseball stadium ask if I wanted salsa, I assumed he meant hot sauce. I hate ketchup.
My First Quinceañera
I watched as family was prepping for a birthday party this evening. What I didn’t know was that tonight I would find myself in the midst of my first Quinceañera. A Quinceañera is a Hispanic tradition of celebrating a girl’s 15th birthday. It’s a rite of passage. A coming of age. After today, she is no longer considered a girl, but a young woman.