Muffadal Saylawala

Heading for the hills

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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 resident visa while I post up and work from a food court at a shopping mall. Once our business in the capital city is wrapped up we’ll head farther north into the coffee-growing region of the country, just outside of Matagalpa, for a writing retreat…read more


The Book: Word Engineering

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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 clinging to their branches and, soon, they’ll be taken, and it’ll look like a desert outside – a sharp contrast to the lush jungle scenery from a month ago. This newsletter is the first of…read more

Hope for One More Block

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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 mission searching for authentic Nicaraguan grub. I let the Californian lead. I’ve gotten lost and found many, many times, so much so that the possibility of getting lost doesn’t cripple me with fear or anxiety or any of those unpleasant things…read more