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. … Read more
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. OMETEPE ISLAND The island is composed … Read more
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 … Read more
I am learning more every day that we need a whole lot less than we think we need. I’m also humbled by the overabundance of what we actually have. We met many wonderful people this past week as we worked in the little mountain town of Waslala. REPLACING HOMES OF PLASTIC I’ll never forget … Read more
Some say he is crazy, others say he is wise. He is a hermit known as the “rock man” and we were going to make a trek into the jungle to meet him. We navigated the busy bus terminal of Leon, located north of the town in a densely packed market. The street was filled with vendors … Read more
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 … Read more
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 … Read more
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 … Read more