I’m reblogging a post I wrote in 2005 about the birthday party we attended in Los Ramos. It demonstrates the spirit and tenacity of this grace-filled community. Enjoy.
The Birthday Party
January 22, 2005
It was at Alba Ligia’s sixth birthday celebration, where I learned the meaning of compassionate immersion, creative ingenuity, and peaceful understanding in our troubled world of terrorist threats, struggles for power, and greed beyond the imagination of ordinary folks. Francisco invited Ron and I to his cousin’s birthday party in Los Ramos, a remote village on Ometepe Island lacking running water, refrigeration, and in most houses, electricity. “Oh, by the way,” he stated nonchalantly before leaving, “My mother wants you to make the birthday cake.” “But, Francisco,” I whined, “Ron and I haven’t made the horno commitment, yet. We have no oven.” “Don’t worry,” he added, “We have an adobe oven behind our house.”
So began our search for the illusive ingredients such as, powdered sugar, cream cheese, and baking powder to whip up a carrot cake with cream cheese icing for Alba…
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