10. There are usually a couple of guys who stand at the door and watch the class, shouting encouragement to the ladies. I don't worry that they're looking at me, they're for sure looking at the girls at the front of the class who are actually good. As a side note, I spend so much time concentrating on Michael's bottom half to get the steps right, I've probably spent more time staring at his butt than anyone else's.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Dance Class Revelations!!
10. There are usually a couple of guys who stand at the door and watch the class, shouting encouragement to the ladies. I don't worry that they're looking at me, they're for sure looking at the girls at the front of the class who are actually good. As a side note, I spend so much time concentrating on Michael's bottom half to get the steps right, I've probably spent more time staring at his butt than anyone else's.
Magic Markers Aren't Really Magic
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
You Just Can't Find Places Like This in Canada
Monday, March 09, 2009
RIP Ometepe Ferry
Rest in Peace, Ometepe Ferry.
Also, to preface the post below, a quote from Wikipedia: "Quinceañera" is also used to refer to the young woman whose 15th birthday is being celebrated (analogous to the word cumpleañera for "birthday girl"). Other cultural equivalents to the quinceañera in the United States are the Bar or Bat Mitzvah celebrations for Jewish boys turning 13 and girls turning 12, the debutante ball, the cotillion and the sweet sixteen birthday parties.
When I asked why the age of 15, I was told she would probably be pregnant at the age of 16. Sadly, there is some truth to that...
Sunday, March 08, 2009
The Prettiest Story Ever
Nubia
The winning picture
So as I found out, the reason Nubia and her husband had to grow extra sesame to pay for the party is that this birthday party was nothing sort of a wedding themed pink. It started with a service in a church decorated by swathes of pink fabric and a ton of balloons. The birthday girl herself entered the hall preceeded by about 15 ladies in waiting with their boyfriends all wearing matching dresses and suits. What I found the most impressive was that the girls were not just wearing matching dresses but had matching gloves and fans and some serious salon hairstyles. Elva, the guest of honor, came in wearing a pink gown that looked like it came from a fairy tale with pink flowers in her hair as well as a pink shawl and bouquet. During the ceremony they pronounced her a woman and changed her flower crown for a sparkly tiara and her old shoes for new silver pumps while her parents watched wiping tears from their eyes. The silver pumps really got to me. They somehow were the perfect, most Nicaraguan thing, they could have given to her to symbolize her newfound adulthood. Probably because, even though they're heels, she'll wear them whether she's walking 3 km along a dirt road, or to go to the corner store for eggs. I love this country. I really do.
The dress and procession!!
After the church ceremony was finished, the procession left the church and walked around town while on lookers clapped. Eventually we ended up at their house where a DJ had set up (of course!) and their small front yard was crammed with more tables and chairs then I though humanly possible. The ensuing party was filled with endless amounts of food, machata dancing and choreographed dances, as well as plenty of toasts. There were no less than 5 cakes, all with multiples layers, connected by plastic bridges and figures of little people. I couldn't get over how much money they had to be spending on this party. These are farmers from humble backgrounds who bend over backwards to give their daughter the best party possible.
The famous cakes with Elva herself.
Isn't that the prettiest story you have ever heard?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Exactly the Conversation I Love to Hear
Monday, February 23, 2009
Pink Spandex, Plastic Suits and a Whole lot of Butt
Julia: So what kind of dance class is it?
Lauren: Well, in theory it's 'Latin Rhythms', but I've been told it can spontaneously turn into an aerobics class.
Julia: Nicaragua is a strange country, isn't it?
Lauren: Yes, yes it is.
Later, as I stood in a brightly lit room in the Academia Nicaraguense de Danza, staring at geckos on the wall, I was no closer to a description. To begin with, it is taught by a flamboyantly homosexual man named Michael (not Miguel). If I hadn't already been convinced by his preference for men by the expressive gestures, tight shirts and incredible hip movement, I would have know for sure the day he blew himself a kiss in the mirror. It was that day I decided that, I too, needed to start blowing myself kisses in the mirror. I digress.
I began this class because, despite living in Latin America for over 15 months, I still don't know how to dance salsa, cumpia, machata or merengue. I'm not sure if I'll be able to dance any of these when I finish, but, at the very least I'm sure I'll be able to better shake my butt. The music is blasted so loud that I can rarely hear what is being shouted by the teacher. I'll normally just invent something I think he should be saying, like, 'More hips!', 'Shoulders!' and 'Lorena, what the hell are you doing?!' Michael also won't accept that people who are not Latino are not born with the ability to move their hips and shoulders in opposite directions while moving across a room. I used to try and stand in front of the mirrors along the wall to improve, but I stopped when watching myself dancing became too depressing. I'm sure at some point, after a lot of practice, the movements I am learning will look attractive, but for now they just look spastic. Still, I persevere! Four days a week I can be found learning to shake my new found Latino booty with the help of Michael and a room full of encouraging women.
Can you pick me out of the group picture? I'm the one who's skin tone is reflecting light.
Andrea and I with the famous Michael.
This Post is for Kristen
An archive photo from the Festival des Nuits d'Afrique last summer in Mtl.
I have not eaten mangoes off a stick with a better friend. Also, Kristen is coming to visit me at the end of March!!! This also makes her my first friend to visit me while travelling. Hooorah. Despite our repeated fights over who will marry Julia in our old age we have decided to settle our differences and live in happiness together over corn and chocolate in Central America. Since I know that Kristen will be reading this to Cal, I say hi to Cal as well. That is all.
Monday, February 09, 2009
25 Random Things About Me
2. If there was only one thing I could change about myself it would be to have been born an amazing dancer of every style.
3. Over the past 10 years, one of my biggest regrets was not buying Napoleon stickers at Les Invalides in June 2005 because they were too expensive. Frankie bought some. I will always have to live with that.
4. I prefer sculptures to paintings. My favorite sculptor is Rodin.
5. My favorite countries are Colombia and France.
6. I have always felt that I led a boring and tragedy free life. To compensate I like to make up elaborate stories of more interesting lives. These include being adopted from a war torn country, having black skin or being hired as a soloist for the Moscow City Ballet at the age of 14.
7. I have really expensive taste. This is a problem since I do not make very much money and do not expect to make any kind of significant salary in my lifetime, thus, I am left with no option but to marry a very rich man.
8. I am allergic to the cold. When I go outside in the winter my legs get really splotchy and ugly.
9. I am a persistent abuser of punctuation rules. Why put only one exclamation when you can put three???
10. I blush really easily.
11. I do not take compliments well. I’ve never sure what to say afterwards.
12. I constantly embarrass myself by bursting into rooms yelling things like ‘BOOYAH’ or ‘SHAZAM’ but I can’t seem to stop.
13. I personify everyday objects. If the refrigerator is not working anymore it’s because we’ve broken up, but we’re thinking of getting back together once the repairman comes.
14. My favorite singer is Jacques Brel. His songs have made me want to learn the acordion. As a side note there is a famous Colombian acordion player with the surname Lallemand.
15. I have always wondered when the saxophone was invented but never bothered to find out. This stemmed from a dream I had where I was trapped on a pirate ship but was able stay alive by amusing the crew with ska songs played on a sax.
16. I have always wanted to make short films to show people how I see the world.
17. After my family, I am most grateful for my friends who tolerate my insanity with amazing ease.
18. Answering these things always makes me nervous because everyone else’s answers are so much cooler than mine.
19. When I was in elementary school I went over to my friend Julia's house with a Laura Secord chocolate bunny that I had named Petey. When Julia and I came up from the basement, we found Petey hung from a noose from the upstairs banaster courtesy of Julia's sister Catriona. I went upstairs to find Catriona hiding in a closet. I then kicked her. I don't remember any of this happening. Julia told me years later. Sometimes I wish I still had that kind of anger in me.
20. My Dad is always telling me to calm down. It drives me nuts. What if I don’t want to be calm?
21. I never admit to crying, I just say that my eyes are leaking.
22. I am a picture fanatic.
23. I am secretly 80 years old. I enjoy pastimes like listening to the CBC, rocking on rocking chairs, sewing, general crafting and wearing cardigans. My next life goal is to make a quilt.
24. I can only remember being really angry 4 times in my life. Most of these instances involved technology, including my arch nemesis GoogleDocs.
25. I simultaneously have a really great and really terrible memory. For example, I can remember entire conversations years after they happened, but I cannot remember where things are in my kitchen.