January 8, 2015
More about directions
Sometimes when there’s a major geographical
landmark next to a city or town, people there use that landmark as a guiding
point. For example, Lake Nicaragua borders my town to the east, so when giving
directions here, instead of saying 2
blocks east, people will often say 2
blocks towards the lake. Also, people will sometimes use up and down to indicate east and
west, respectively. So when giving
directions in Managua, where Lake Managua borders the city to the north, south is never replaced, but north may become towards the lake, east
may become down, and west may become up. Thus 2 blocks west, 3
blocks north, and 1 block east may be said as 2 blocks down, 3 blocks towards the lake, and 1 block up.
December 21, 2014
Describing People
Last spring, when I weighed over 200 pounds, if someone
asked you to describe me, what would you have said? Maybe you would have said
that I was tall, that I had long black hair and/or that I had hazel eyes. As
far as my weight, you might have said that I was “a little big”, or that I was
“a little on the heavy side”, but there’s almost certainly one word you would
never would have used: fat. In the States, fat
it a word people just don’t use to describe someone else, instead we have to
beat around the bush and be very indirect when talking about someone’s weight,
probably because calling someone fat
is seen as being derogatory (although people seem to have no problem with
calling someone skinny or too skinny). We do this because we don’t
want to offend someone, which is understandable, but honestly a little
ridiculous.
In Nicaragua this is not the case. At all. Here, calling
someone gordo is not seen as
derogatory or offensive, it’s just a descriptive term that’s used to describe
someone, just like alto or bajo (by the way, gordo means fat, alto
means tall, and bajo means short).
This was very weird to me at first, like when someone asked if my host mom in
my training town was gorda, but I’ve
slowly been getting used to it. There are virtually no descriptive terms here
that are faux pas. Asian-American volunteers (from what I’ve been told),
regardless of their ethnic background, are often called el chino or la china, not
in a derogatory way, simply as a way of describing their appearance. Black
American volunteers (again, from what I’ve been told) are often called el negro or la negra, again, not in a derogatory way, just as a legitimate way
of describing what they look like. People here usually call me chele (which means light-skinned person)
if they don’t know me, or profe if
they do know me at least vaguely.
December 1, 2014
Seasons
It’s winter right now. No, I don’t mean in the southern hemisphere, I mean in Nicaragua. The definitions of seasons are very different here. In the US, summer is when the sun rises more directly overhead and it gets really warm, and winter is when the sun doesn’t rise as high in the sky and it doesn’t get as warm. But in Nicaragua the sun rises very high in the sky year-round, so it’s always approximately equally warm, regardless of the current month. Winter is defined by the rainy reason, and summer is defined by the dry season. Also, there’s no fall or spring. There are transitional periods between summer and winter, but I have yet to hear anyone say the Spanish words for fall or spring.
November 18, 2014
Directions
You have to give someone directions to get to your house. What do you do? In today’s age of smartphones and GPSs, you’d probably just give them your state name, city/town name, street name, and house number, right? It just makes logical sense to us to have a specific address that refers to a single location.
In Nicaragua, the system is very different. In Nicaragua you give your address relative to a famous location in your town. My address in my training town was how many blocks and in what direction I lived from the factory. My current address is the location of my house relative to the church in the middle of town. And no, I’m not joking. Most of the streets here don’t even have any names. Seriously, open up Google Maps and zoom in to a town in Nicaragua and you’ll probably see that almost none of the streets there have any names. To give someone directions to my house, I tell them which side of the church I live on, the color of my house, and the name of my host mom. If they can’t find the church, they would just ask someone where it is, and if they can’t find my house, they would give someone the name of my host mom and ask where she lives (or just ask where the gringo lives).
Of course people sometimes do this in the US, but here, in most places, there is no other option. There also isn’t a set point in each town from which all directions start; in my training town, my neighbor’s address was directions from the local municipal government building. Sometimes, when there are two famous businesses in a town, they will both give their addresses relative to each other.
I know that this system may seem inefficient to Americans, but here’s the thing: it works. Seriously, it totally works. People here just know where things are, they are more than happy to help you find them, and (here’s a major divergence from Americans) they never hesitate to ask for directions. Americans seem to have some sort of pride in the belief that they can find where they’re going without asking for directions, but Nicaraguans definitely do not. The Nicaraguan system may seem inefficient to Americans, but I would bet that the American system would seem unnecessary to most Nicaraguans.
In Nicaragua, the system is very different. In Nicaragua you give your address relative to a famous location in your town. My address in my training town was how many blocks and in what direction I lived from the factory. My current address is the location of my house relative to the church in the middle of town. And no, I’m not joking. Most of the streets here don’t even have any names. Seriously, open up Google Maps and zoom in to a town in Nicaragua and you’ll probably see that almost none of the streets there have any names. To give someone directions to my house, I tell them which side of the church I live on, the color of my house, and the name of my host mom. If they can’t find the church, they would just ask someone where it is, and if they can’t find my house, they would give someone the name of my host mom and ask where she lives (or just ask where the gringo lives).
Of course people sometimes do this in the US, but here, in most places, there is no other option. There also isn’t a set point in each town from which all directions start; in my training town, my neighbor’s address was directions from the local municipal government building. Sometimes, when there are two famous businesses in a town, they will both give their addresses relative to each other.
I know that this system may seem inefficient to Americans, but here’s the thing: it works. Seriously, it totally works. People here just know where things are, they are more than happy to help you find them, and (here’s a major divergence from Americans) they never hesitate to ask for directions. Americans seem to have some sort of pride in the belief that they can find where they’re going without asking for directions, but Nicaraguans definitely do not. The Nicaraguan system may seem inefficient to Americans, but I would bet that the American system would seem unnecessary to most Nicaraguans.
October 24, 2014
Table Manners
Consider this scenario: You decide to make eggs for
breakfast. What do you do? You would probably lightly grease the pan with oil
to make cleanup easier, cook the eggs in whatever fashion you prefer, and then
eat them with just a fork. Not if you’re Nicaraguan. If you’re Nicaraguan, you
would probably pour so much oil into the pan that you practically deep fry the
eggs, then you would drown them in salt, and eat them with a spoon.
Here’s another scenario: You sit down for a lunch consisting
of beans, rice, cheese, tortillas, and some veggies. How do you eat it? Maybe
you use a fork or a spoon to make a burrito, then eat it with your hands. Maybe
you mix everything together (minus the tortilla) and eat it with a fork. Not
if you’re Nicaraguan. If you’re Nicaraguan, you may very well tear the tortilla
up into strips, and use them to pick up your food to eat it (seriously, I have
yet to see anyone else here make a burrito).
One more scenario: You sit down for a dinner consisting of
mostly steak. How do you eat it? You would probably cut it up into manageable
pieces with a fork and a sharp steak knife, then eat those pieces with the
fork, right? Not if you’re Nicaraguan. If you’re Nicaraguan, you would probably
just pick up the steak with your hands and rip off pieces with your teeth.
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| The above statements are based on my own experiences here, eating with three Nicaraguan families. Also there was some obvious exaggeration. |
I’m not trying to imply that all Nicaraguans cook and eat
the same way; that would be as ridiculous as saying that there’s no variety in
the ways that Americans eat. I’m also not trying to imply that Nicaraguans are
backwards people who need to learn how to eat properly. My point is that the
idea that there is a proper way to eat, that there’s some way that you’re
supposed to act at the table, is complete bullshit. Proper table manners don’t
really exist, they’re just a social construct most likely designed by people
who want to make themselves feel superior to others. The difference between
“food” and “finger food” is basically nonexistent here (pretty much just soup).
That doesn’t mean that people always eat with their hands, just that they can
if they want to.
The definition of “politeness” varies hugely between
cultures. In this sense, table manners are a lot like language, in that nothing
is ever truly “right”. There is no right way to talk, there are only various
culturally accepted ways to talk; there is also no right way to eat, there are
only various culturally accepted ways to eat. If you’re telling someone how
they should eat in a certain social situation, remember that you’re not giving
them a set of objective facts, you are giving them your opinion. And if
somebody is being a stickler for “proper manners”, just quote The Dude: “Yeah,
well, that’s just, like, your opinion, man.”
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