a new day

And suddenly I’m gone.
8 months in Nicaragua, and I say goodbye to the Pacific and Brio and Gigante and my friends. Mostly I say goodbye to palm fronds bobbing in the wind; dirt roads; clouds; my runs and the random smells and cows and chickens and the old lady that always waves and smiles at [...]

it feels different

Winter shifts in, or at least warns that it’s coming. The threat of rain is overhead, omnipresent in gusting winds, except it’s a welcome threat, a promise that our beating down bright hot sunny days, monotonous as they all feel the same, will be replaced by wet and green rain. Clouds whip in, hiding the [...]

semana santa

: was crazy.

From my perch on the hill above Gigante, I watched truckloads of Nicaraguans tear along the dusty road to the beach. The lucky came in their own pick-ups and vans; several packed school buses passed, an unlucky dozen related to ride on top with the luggage. We were for the most part quiet on Monday [...]

Gigante & the Good Life

The parable of the fisherman…and here I sit, in a fishing village where this isn’t a parable but daily life. This is Gigante (but maybe a little less Latin, eh). And, so, isn’t this appropriate as I plan and dream of what comes next. And, so, still we wonder…what is the Good Life? 
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dreaming of rain…

I’m feeling a little homesick on this sweltering Sunday. Word is that it’s supposed to reach 100 F, but who really knows. The sun is strong, bright and it’s hot, enough that even Juan says you have to be careful in this weather. 

Rainy home (mmm cool, cold, sock weather) and a blond doggy. 
I miss my [...]

WOO-ation

We’ve officially concluded four weeks of WOO classes, and I’m still getting used to writing with chalk on a chalkboard. It’s an odd experience, writing in front of a class this way. Primitive, or perhaps just simple. Visceral—writing words and letters deliberately. Markers on a white board flow effortlessly, glide across a glassy surface. Chalk [...]