5 a.m. The ladies start making their tortillas across the street, slapping the mushed corn quickly into rounded flat patties and toasting them on a fire. Whap. Whap. Every day. All day. The first night I wondered if Marta was making some next to…
I never thought it would happen but it might be just that hot and the white pants were $1.80.…
My good friend "Pidge," as I call her as a term of endearment, has her own term. "Tie your shoe." I'm not sure of the exact etymology if you will, but it means to "go for it" in its highest form. Do you love someo…
Next time I am at Eskimo or Pops I am not wasting my precious air-condicioned time with chocolate or banana with caramel sauce. I'm ordering a simple many scoops of guanabana fruit ice cream. Done. Content. My lovely fruta that you cannot get i…
I wondered if I speak Spanish like I spent time in jail, maybe up in the federal prison in Chinandega, because I pick up slang from friends. And everyone knows how my friends are what with the refined language :-) Today Yaci's mom told me I k…
Coming down the mountain today, Enrique told me "kris is synonym for dance. Party." He then told me my name should be a verb. Might be the best five words someone has complimented me!…
No water for like a week, and finally the internet works so I've got me a flurry of blogging. I'm exhausted, and not from riding in the back of a pick-up 4.5 hours up and down the mountain to the school and slowly roasting over a 100-degree o…
There are always practical and culture practices in any country or neighborhood you visit that you're unfamiliar with, that inspire you to ask those childlike questions of "why is the sky blue.?" that would seem obvious to anyone else.…
Don Mauricio is the Clint Eastwood of Nicaragua. He’s 80 something years old and every night walks up to the summit to sleep at the Ranchon, to keep his eye on the lone solar panel that the tourism and coffee cooperative has up there. Every time I s…
