Talanga and Comedor Infantil

As expected, we woke up to the sounds of the various roosters in the Cedros community around 5:00 am. Fortunately for us we were able to drowned them out for an hour or two more. We slept so well because of our long day of travel and to our surprise our bed somewhat deflated over the night and we woke up feeling like we were in a hammock.

Jorge had kindly prepared a tipico-ish breakfast for us – coffee, a tomato and onion omelette, with fresh corn tortillas from the neighbour lady. We spent the early part of morning catching up and telling stories. Jorge seemed happy to have us and made us feel right at home. After breakfast, we spent a bit of time with 11 of Sobre’s puppies, they are just about 20 days old and adorable.

Soon after we dressed and set out to Talanga to buy groceries and some school supplies for the children in Cedros Abajo. We jumped off the chicken bus at the side of town and started walking in with no real destination in mind. Jorge decided to take us to see Comedor Infantil, which is a program that offers less privileged children in the community meals, the only requirement is that they need to be enrolled in school – in a nut shell. When we arrived it was closed, so instead we contacted a friend Meriam to ask where we could meet up with the children. And we were off again, this time to the top of the center of the city. It took us about thirty minutes and a huge daunting staircase to the sky to get there, and when we arrived…there was no one there. After a bit of waiting and a rainstorm we started to see smiling faces emerging from over the hill. These kids were not shy at all and rushed to hug us and ask all sorts of questions. We spent a total of two hours playing games and hanging out with the kids of Comedor Infantil. They were so funny as they would literally rip each other off of us for a chance to hold our hands during the games. And when it came time to say good bye we got a hug from each of them.

Spending two hours on a hill top in direct sunlight, and playing games called for a break and a licaudos (Central American smoothie). After a bit of relaxing we set out to buy school supplies. For roughly $25.00 USD we were able to purchase a notebook, pencils, an eraser and a sharpener for each student in Cedros Abajo. For any volunteers returning, I’d highly recommend supporting their local economy and the communities by purchasing supplies in the country. A little bit of money goes a lot further here.

Pawel and I promised to make Jorge some sort of Asian inspired dish, as it is his favourite. Luckily for us the grocery store had everything we needed. With the exception of a carrot, which we purchased about twenty feet from the entrance of the supermarket from a local vendor. Dinner was an adventure, as we quickly realized we take all the conveniences of home for granted. For example, having a stove with a consistent current of electricity, or more than one frying pan. But the hardest part was having the debone the chicken thighs that we purchased, and the yield was not very high. But after an hour or so in the making we plated our creation, poured a few rum and cokes and dug in. And if we do say so ourselves, it was delicious! The rest of the evening we spent listening to all the various and ridiculous stories Jorge has to share, if felt like we were laughing the entire time. But as all nights do this one came to and end, Jorge said it was the hill in Talanga that had his bed calling his name!

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