The Red Zone As we turned the corner into San Jose's red zone a woman with her eyes to the sky staggered toward us. She wore years of hardship on her face and a hopelessness to her gait. I'm sure the three older women that we were with could protect us. At least they wanted to. ... Continue Reading →
The bike slid and I saw it all happen in slow motion. As our bodies approached the dusty rocky road surface I knew that we would lose a bit of skin. Before I could think any further, we got really intimate with the beautiful island of Ometepe, skin to gravel. The island is composed of two beautiful... Continue Reading →
The island provides a backdrop for people's lives to intertwine and create moments that, though ephemeral, enriches our lives with the lasting memories that they provide. Perhaps this is true for any place we go to, and each of our experiences is a unique combination of the interactions we have with the people there, more than the attractions that the place has.
You will get sick they said. Last year one of the little boats capsized and a lot of people died, one gentleman told me the morning we were leaving Granada. Others at that hostel suggested that we really should fly to our destination. They've heard too many horror stories about the sea journey. Many of... Continue Reading →