Hanging round, downtown by myself...

So things in Nicaragua work a little different than in the states. It is a rarity for people to be on time. Most of our students are very punctual because they are on our schedule, but people not accustomed to our ways are traditionally late. This is especially the case with the nurse we work with at the dump. Usually we arrive by 9 or 9:15 with the plan to work with her, but she'll stroll in around 10 or whenever she feels like it. It's frustrating, but it's part of living in Nicaragua.

So yesterday, Erin and I waited until 10 for the nurse to show up so we could explain what is going to happen this week. We have a medical brigade coming in from the United States who are going to screen for cervical cancer. They are also bringing in a nutritionist to give a talk to the mothers in our program. After explaining all this to the medical staff at the clinic, we walked around the town, meeting with mothers to explain the situation to them. It was really impressive to watch Erin in action. She has really gotten close with the mothers in town and they really seem to consider her a friend. She is doing a great job. While I usually end up spending the majority of my time in the dirt, playing with kids, Erin has really worked closely with the mothers (and grandmothers) and formed some really incredible bonds.