Archive for Category: "nicaragua"
After an exhausting day spent on crowded buses, standing in lines with a killing heat and sweating like you just got out of a Bikram yoga class, we made it to the Nicaraguan capital of Granada coming from the coastal town of San Juan del Sur.
“Just move these blocks over there,” said the middle-aged Nicaraguan woman who was our project coordinator. But this was no easy task. There were hundreds of adobe blocks to be moved, each one easily weighing thirty pounds, each one having rough edges that scraped our skin.
You wake up sweating; the humidity is an early riser in Central America. Breakfast is waiting for you, and it wouldn’t be too much of an exaggeration to say that you can use the weather as a microwave
Out of place: That’s how I felt when I first got to Nicaragua. In Nicaragua the people looked at me differently. At the beach a little girl told me I was ugly because my hair was blonde. A little boy at the school in La Ceiba pointed out the differences in our skin colors.
How many wives do you know who get to wake their husbands with, “honey, there’s a boa constrictor in the tree outside”? This morning, wrapped tightly around a tree limb, just above our neighbors’ front porch, slept a boa constrictor