I can’t believe I’ve been living in Nicaragua for a year. When thinking in quantities of cold bucket baths, gallo pinto and struggling with learning a new language, it definitely feels like I’ve been here a while, but I’m still in shock at how quickly time moves no matter your location.

Peace Corps Volunteers live in this strange time continuum, where each day feels like it lasts about 72 hours, but the months seem to move at a regular pace. Maybe it’s the language barriers or the lack of Jimmy John’s subs, but when my work day lasts a full 10 hours here, I feel so run down, tired and cranky. In Chicago it was normal…Monday through Friday.

Well, it’s May again, which means rainy season has already begun AND is in full swing. It’s like clockwork – on May 1st there was a storm, and it has rained each day since then. I’m not looking forward to my 25 minute walks to school when it’s pouring (horizontally), but I am going to buy a pair of rubber boots and spray paint them yellow, which is definitely something to celebrate.

Not much is new here. I’ve been working on the website for the class that all of us business volunteers teach. When it’s a bit more presentable, I’ll post the link.

I’m heading back to the States for the first time in July. I can’t wait to eat good food, shop with my mom, see all of my family, and be in one of my friend’s weddings. I know it won’t be a relaxing vacation, and I’m sure I will be extremely overwhelmed with everything…American, but I’m definitely looking forward to it.

Miss you all!