Tag Archive: Nicaragua

Sixteen Scores for Central America

After eleven hours in transit we made it back to LA just after midnight and I’m writing from home this morning, surrounded by stacks of unopened mail, suitcases filled with dirty laundry and a heart… Continue reading

A Final Score in Nicaragua

Our final two days in Nicaragua went so quickly!  Yesterday we let the torpor of the tropics have its way with us.  We were still in the beach town of San Juan del Sur… Continue reading

A Miracle on Spindly Flippers

Yesterday was perfect from start to finish.  In the early afternoon we caught a shuttle bus to one of the beaches 45 minutes north of San Juan del Sur.  Because we arrived a… Continue reading

San Juan del Sur

Blogging early today because we’ve got stuff going on this afternoon and tonight… After a week of “hard travel” (local bus rides, dusty walks, cold showers on Ometepe Island) we are spoiling ourselves… Continue reading

Rainstorms and Dancing Fireflies

Last night was our final evening on Ometepe Island.  We were having dinner in the open-air restaurant at the place we’ve been staying when all of a sudden there was a violent and… Continue reading

Oasis at Ojo de Agua

Awesome day!  Began this morning with a 4 kilometer hot and dusty walk to a huge estate that had once been a coffee plantation during colonial times.  The land was subdivided and parceled… Continue reading

Eaten Alive!

Based on last night’s experiences, I realize the Bible is total hogwash —- Adam and Eve didn’t get kicked out of the Garden of Eden — they fled because of the mosquitoes!  I… Continue reading

Farewell, Granada

Bade a fond farewell to Granada this morning.  Lidia dropped us off at the station and William and I caught the bus for Rivas.  I managed to snag the last seat, in the… Continue reading

Warmth & Friendliness

Nicaraguans might not have much money, but they are extremely wealthy in terms of warmth and friendliness.  Staying in the same place for a few days and using it as a base for… Continue reading

Our First Score

This morning, Lidia, the owner of the posada where we’re staying, told us about an organization that is called Futbol Sin Fronteras, or Soccer Without Borders, and suggested that we could take some balls… Continue reading