Dear amigo, We’re heading north on the Pan-American Highway toward Managua. The tuk-tuk wagons and occasional cattle herds slow our progress, but we hope for a safe arrival within the hour. Once in Managua, Müffa will spend the better part of the day renewing his...
Dear Amigo, I’m on the third floor in my corner office here at Casa Oro (Mom, I made it!). The power’s out, so I’m writing this first draft by pen and paper. It’s a hot and windy day here in San Juan del Sur – dry season in Nicaragua. Only a few brave leaves remain...
We met him the night before in the dorms. He was a tall fellow from California, a young one. He’s traveling through Nicaragua for ten days solo because one of his best friends from home is Nicaraguan. Mr. Californian hadn’t tried gallo pinto yet, so we went on a...
