I’ll never forget the tiny four foot grandma who stood dwarfed beside Trinity with her arms waving, speaking so excitedly that we could only catch a few words. Her communication however was clear that she was very happy almost to tears.
The bodies were so close pressing in on every side when I felt his hand searching for my pocket and trying to unzip my bag. I told him no and shoved him hard as I squeezed by down the crowed aisle of the chicken bus.
Some say he is crazy, others wise. He is hermit known as the rock man and we were going to make a trek into the jungle to meet him.
Strong gusts of wind are swirling through Leon today. Mangoes blown out from the trees hit the metal roof with a loud bang and tumble noisily down into our yard. They are almost as loud as the cats at night running from rooftop to rooftop, sometimes squabbling, occasionally falling through into the homes below. My mom... Continue Reading →
I turned over on the grass to lay on my back. The moon had disappeared beyond the horizon and the wind had cleared an opening in the cloudy sky revealing a canopy of millions of stars. I could hear the next gust of wind headed toward us from far away like a winged night creature bursting by, then I listened... Continue Reading →
When you see them running toward you, turn around and run. Our New Year's eve began with a dinner cooked by Trinity for Manuel and Rome. They own and run the hostel where we are staying. They are a very kind, quiet couple who care about the people who stay here. Trin made chicken adobo... Continue Reading →
Are the looks different this morning from others on the street as I pass? Are the locals looking at me differently this morning as I walk the streets of Leon? Or is it just my imagination after the news this morning. The same courtesy still exists - the slight move of a stranger to the side... Continue Reading →
The streets are lined with chicken buses. It seems that all of Nicaragua has converged in Leon tonight. Vendors are on every corner selling quesillos, empanadas, maduros and all manner of small toys. This is the celebration of the conception of Mary, La Purisima. In Nicaragua 47% of the population proclaims Catholicism and another 37% protestant. Leon boasts... Continue Reading →
Heat radiated from the makeshift grill standing crookedly beside the sidewalk. The early afternoon was already hot. On the grill was a wok of oil-boiled empanadas. Pieces of chicken and pork lay directly on the grate next to the wok, sizzling above the smoldering firewood. Trin pointed to the piece he wanted and asked "cuanto... Continue Reading →