Back in the paleotechnic dawn of the 21st century, my mother’s request was understandable. “Just call me once a week to let me know you’re alive,” she said, as I wandered off across… Continue reading
Buenos dias my friend! Where are you from, Spain? France? Ah, America, I lived in Maryland. I am a tour guide, have you been to the islands? The market? The volcano? Masaya? I… Continue reading
I need a shower. But first a quick blog. Made it to Granada yesterday with surprising ease. Only barely got lost finding the hostel (just overshot it at first by half a block)… Continue reading
I wasn’t sure I wanted to leave Leon… I’m definitely sure I don’t want to leave Laguna de Apoyo. Monkey Hut, my hostel home for the last couple days. But I’ll be on… Continue reading
Jerry is my only roommate in the dorm looking out over Laguna de Apoyo. He’s a quirky fellow, mid sixties, sun-browned from dozens of trips in Latin America, and mentioned within a few… Continue reading
Time to move on. I packed my bag (tidied really, I wasn’t there long enough to really unpack), said goodbye to the people I was just getting to know, and walked out. Nicaragua… Continue reading
To be honest, for the first couple days I knew Jenny, I might have used the word “mousey” to describe her. She seemed to be in a shadow more often than everyone else,… Continue reading
48 hours before I left America I posted a facebook status asking what I was forgetting, then spent the next two days with my incredible family and friends. The ice cream was delicious.… Continue reading
No matter how many times it happens, it always amazes me how an entire week can pass so quickly. We left Mendocino on Thursday the 22nd of March and arrived a few hours… Continue reading
Leaving Tommy the Tripper to the winds of chance, we got back in Ronda, our little red rental car, and headed over beautiful Highway 20 towards Mendocino. We still had some road munchies from… Continue reading
