Don’t miss this exciting opportunity to live abroad in paradise while working with fantastic teachers and students. San Juan del Sur Day School, located in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua is looking for a highly trained, experienced primary school teacher from the United States or Canada to work part time in a multi-age English immersion class of 18 students ranging in age from 4-8 years old. Fluency or familiarity with the Spanish language is desirable, though not required. A minimum of a one-year commitment is expected. In addition to teaching, candidate will have the opportunity to study/improve Spanish, practice yoga, and surf. Applicants should submit a resume, cover letter, and two letters of reference to the school’s director Julie Speier at julieaspeier at hotmail dot com. To learn more about San Juan del Sur Day School, please visit our Facebook page at http://www.facebook.com/pages/San-Juan-del-Sur-Day-School/109137455588?ref=ts&fref=ts“
Each year, our friends, Blue and Jamie, hold a Christmas Bucket Drive to raise money to fill buckets with supplies needed most by the local communities near their ranch in San Juan del Sur. The cost to purchase is just $25 and provides a family with 5 gallon buckets with household items that the families would buy with what little money they have. This includes items such as:
- cooking oil
- toilet paper
- laundry soap
- soup mixes
- sacks for harvesting
- and last year we had enough donations to add new machetes to the buckets
- and about 80 new files
- PLUS they get the bucket with a lid as well… a very useful tool around the house.
Let the spirit of giving begin and happy holidays!
I had some minor [major] car troubles yesterday, while Justin was out of town, and it reminded me of this early experience I had in Nicaragua…
Shortly after Justin and I moved to San Juan, he took off for a weeklong bachelor party in Colombia. I knew the trip was planned before we even set foot on Nicaraguan soil, but I don’t think I truly believed that Justin would actually leave me sola in Nicaragua just 5 weeks into our adventure, until he did. Nevertheless, I wasn’t going to be the girl who stood between Justin and his best buddy’s bachelor party, even if it was 1,000 miles away.
We had just purchased our new (old) car – a 1997 Isuzu Trooper, so I drove Justin to the airport in Managua and then planned to drive back to San Juan on my own. Even now, after 4 years of life here, I can’t believe that I actually agreed to drive back from Managua, on my own, with absolutely no knowledge of Managua, the route to San Juan, or the transit “laws.” I did it anyway. Thankfully, our new friend, Baldo, was in Managua the same day and offered to ride back with me. So after leaving Justin at the airport, I went to meet Baldo at Metrocentro, a mall just 15 minutes away and also a place I’d never been, but was certain that I could find easily. A mere 4 hours later, I pulled into the parking lot and we were on our way.
I handed the keys over to Baldo, exhausted from my half-day trek around the winding streets of Managua, and we set off for San Juan. As we neared Rivas, and dusk, our new (old) car began to show signs of distress. First the interior dashboard lights began to dim and shortly thereafter, the radio stopped working. Baldo assured me that we were fine, so we continued on our way. We rounded the corner at La Virgen and embarked on the final passage home. These days, that last stretch of road takes about 15 minutes to cover, end to end, but 4 years ago, that tiny stretch of highway required a 45-minute commitment thanks to giant potholes and endless desvios (detours). So, it should come as no surprise to anyone that shortly after we made that turn, the sun set, the car stalled, and our headlights went out.
I encouraged Baldo to pull over – perhaps we could call a tow truck, I suggested. Baldo just laughed and pointed out that not only were we in the black hole for cell phone signal, but it would be a long wait for Triple A. Instead, he hopped out, push-started the car, jumped back in and we continued down the highway. This time, Baldo only accelerated when climbing a hill. The rest of the journey, we relied on dear old Newton and his Law of Motion, chugging up hills, using the gas, and coasting down hills using sheer momentum. He did his best to get behind other vehicles (which were few and far between) to light our way home.
To reassure me [and to calm my intermittent hysterics and quiet my naïve mechanical suggestions], for the remainder of the ride, Baldo regaled me with stories of his teenage years. He’d been in this very situation before, except that when the headlights went out, his buddy walked alongside the car, illuminating their way home with a Bic cigarette lighter.
At one point, the wind picked up, swirling dust into the car, so [naturally] I closed my [electric] window for protection to which Baldo sighed loudly and reminded me that we were trying to conserve the car’s energy, not deplete it. You can imagine how thrilled he was when, a few minutes later, I began to lower the window to relieve my forehead from the beads of sweat forming across my brow.
Eventually, we rolled [quite literally] into town, stopping at the Texaco to charge up the Trooper’s battery for the final push up the giant hill in Pacific Marlin, where we were staying with friends. Barely in the door, I burst into tears, cursed Justin and our dear Trooper, and fell into a dead sleep.
The following morning, I rose early in an attempt to get a jump on the day and a jumpstart for the car. I walked out the door only to find a flat tire and decided it was the Trooper waving her white flag in surrender. I laughed to myself, turned around, walked back inside the house and gave her a nice 7-day rest. Because a Trooper she is.
Here is a great video tour of San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua, shot by the guys over at The Surf Ranch
I need to take a moment to brag a little here…
Justin and I crushed it in Managua last week. I mean, we freaking rocked. Anyone who has ever ventured into Managua on a day trip understands this accomplishment. If you plan on 4 hours to complete your errands, you can expect it to take 8. If you hope to get home before sunset, you should assume that you will return before sunrise the following day. If you dare to say “this shouldn’t take long,” it will take longer.
Managua days are tough for San Juaneño transplants. Us Expats are used to having 5 malls within a 20 mile radius. But not here in Nicaragua. Two hours there, two hours back, and 14 hours of navigating labyrinth-style roads, stop-light window washers, semis and oxcarts in between.
Normally, we leave San Juan later than planned and get home much later than we hoped. But last week, we put Managua to bed. Just like that. We got out of the house by 7:30. We rented a [reliable] car with functioning a/c and managed to drive more than 80 kilometers per hour without fear of a breakdown (car or mental). We rolled into Managua just after 9:30 and were so early that we even had to wait for stores to open. In 7 hours, we accomplished this:
-Migracion (visa renewal – arrived to find a minimum 2-hour wait, but jumped the line thanks to the awesome migracion ladies who remember and adore Lucy from her passport application
-Lunch (I resisted the BK urge that often accompanies stressful MGA days and leaves me feeling nappy)
-Transito (paid a multa from our last trip to Managua)
-Lab (pesky thyroid)
-Stop and Go (a little slice of heaven for Expats craving Dr. Pepper, red curry paste, Butterfingers, and anything else that you can’t seem to find anywhere else.)
-Bavaria (sausage kings)
-La Colonia (stocking up on Cheerios and chocolate)
And we still made it home in time to put Lucy to bed, too.
When my parents visited us in San Juan for the first time in early 2008, they both commented that it is a beautiful town, but they didn’t know how to access the various activities our pueblo claims to offer. So, this post is for you, Mom and Dad. Enjoy! And FYI – this is really just an expanded list of Rancho Chilamate’s A to Z Guide, with the exception that all of these activities are within 30 minutes (más o menos) of San Juan.
Horseback Riding with Rancho Chilamate
Canopy Tour with Da Flying Frog
Visit La Flor Wildlife Reserve to see the Olive Ridley Sea Turtles
Go Deep Sea Fishing or Spear Fishing with Aquaholic
Play a friendly game of Paintball
Try Kitesurfing on Lake Nicaragua
Join the annual Howler Mountain Bike Race (seasonal)
Play Frisbee Golf
Take a Helicopter Tour over Playa Ocotal or Playa Hermosa
Rappel from the Lighthouse
Real Estate Tour with Justin at Aurora Beachfront Realty
Hike to the world’s second largest Jesus
Rent a Kayak from Kyle’s Kayaks, found at Pau Hana Restaurant
Try to Stand Up Paddle Board (SUP) in the San Juan Bay
Tour San Juan on an ATV