This is me between my Nicaraguan sister, Kenia (20), and my Nicaraguan brother, Kenneth (9), as we wait for almost two hours for the game to start. They do not have numbered seating, so you have to get there super early if you want a good seat!
This is my Nicaraguan dad, Martin (age unknown), and he is not as serious as he looks in this picture. He is actually quite a prankster and he is very paternal towards me which I love. He is impatiently waiting for his favorite baseball team, Boer, to come out and play. This game was a championship game, so it was going to be really intense!!! Some Americans there related Boer to the Cincinnati Reds, just for some perspective.
Nicaraguan sunsets, the source of my entertainment for many evenings, especially for this particular night!
Me getting back in touch with my creeping skills. They had tons of police on the premises, and it was a good thing because later on near the end of the game a fight broke out just a few seats away from me! They had three police to a guy and it was intense!
The game finally starting!!! Go Boer!!!!! The first 7 innings were depressing because the opposing team was winning 2-0, but in the eighth Boer scored once, and again in the ninth! The crowd was INSANE! This night made me SO happy because it was almost like being at a Red´s game with Andy, and I just had so much fun!
The crowd! It got a lot more crowded later on, especially because a huge ¨Pep Team¨ showed up of intense fans; and our group was unfortunately on the opposing teams side, so our cheering got lots of glares! The fight that broke out was right next to us and we were nervous to cheer after that. lol
A crazy happy Boer fan after we finally won in the 13th inning!!!! It was a very energizing and fun night.
Coming tomorrow (hopefully) are pictures of Managua, and information about the service site locations!
Stay tuned, and much love and hugs to all of you that I´m missing so much!
Eva Marie
Love to hear your stories! The only story I have is of your dog getting in to the trash last night for the pork chop bones! She knew she was in trouble when I screamed in the kitchen this morning and she ran in to Peter's room. Of course he was sleeping and I was yelling, "Get outside right now!" Pete woke up, "What did I do!?" "Not you, the dog," I bellowed. She jumped down and headed to the basement. I flipped on the basement light and ran down, still yelling, "You get up here right now." To which, Eric, who was asleep on the couch in the basement yelled, "What did I do?" To which, I yelled back, "Not you, the dog!?" I grabbed her by the collar, which she did not appreciate, and pushed her rather large butt up the stairs and out the door to the ice covered deck and yard while I cleaned up the kitchen floor. Rough morning for all. I made it up to the boys by making Strawberry Banana Mango Smoothies and cinnamon rolls. As for Gracie, she has recovered from the trauma, but still looks at me with that guilty look. Only dog I know with a conscience.
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