It’s officially mango season in Nicaragua. I’ve been waiting, wishing, hoping for mango season since my arrival. Nicaragua is big into nicknames (Ms. Land of Lakes and Volcanos) and thus does every city have a subtitle after it’s name (example: Leon, the university city). What has Rivas been dubbed? The mango city. I was delighted [...]
Entries from March 2009
March 22, 2009
a couple Nica beliefs
Attentive as always, Isolina asked me this morning how my knee was. “It’s getting better,” I said. She looked at it and nodded.
“Si, esta mejorando.”
But, she continued. “You shouldn’t eat beans when you have a cut.”
Oh?
No. “Or eggs. You shouldn’t eat gallo pinto or eggs.”
Why not, Isolina?
“Because there is too much fat in them and [...]
March 21, 2009
a rumble tumble
I got up yesterday morning at 6:30 a.m. The plan: run from Brio to la salida (the exit) to the main road to Tola and back, before the sweltering sun got too powerful. It’s a nice 8 kilometer run roundtrip, along the semi-shaded road. Past farms and across a couple of dried up rivers, along [...]
March 20, 2009
megan and the chocolate factory (!)
I went north this past weekend. Well… seeing as I left Wednesday and arrived back on Sunday, ‘twas quite the long-weekend getaway. A much needed getaway, as I’m back in Gigante and much satisfied to be here.
I caught a ride to Managua with Lynn, a cute and awesome early 50’s woman, who owns a house [...]
March 8, 2009
between the sun and the moon
After sitting in front of my computer ALL day long, copy and pasting hyper links onto the Surf Nica website in a numb stupor, I went for an afternoon swim. Right about 4 p.m., the sun pours into the Brio common room, and there is no where to escape it: not behind the bar, not [...]
March 6, 2009
WOO hoo
“What if the woman you’re rescuing has really big boobs and you can’t find her sternum or you can’t get to it to give her chest compressions? What do you do then?”
Pantera is asking me this in Spanish. Juan and the two other boat captains start cracking up and joking—in Spanish. I try to take [...]
