Travel Blogs from Managua
Well today began with smiles, but ends with sad faces. It was our last day in Nicaragua and we parted ways with a national treat- Toña beer. Brewed locally and imported nowhere (that I know of). But the morning started with a bang. Remember that awesome organization you read about in an earlier blog post (Bienvenido Madrina Alissa Christopherson)? Well I actually sponsor two friends here and we got to visit with the other one this ...
... navy and white uniforms. Taxis hustle down the street and men on the corners saddle up their horse carriages.
On the first corner I pass, a little old man lights up a coal stove. When I pass again around lunch time, I can smell his carne asado from down the street. Then, the streets smell like grease and cheese, but in the mornings, the air smells like burning wood, gasoline, and an occasional whiff of horse dung. Not the ...
So one of the main reasons I came back to Managua is so Susana and I could go on a camping trip together. She had a friend named Carlo who organized outdoor trips and Susana was going to lead yoga and mediation for the group after we woke up the next morning. I've been in this space of going with the flow and not having firm plans or asking too many questions (or having the language skills to ask too many questions) so ...
... and turned him off to it because of her over-excitement and now he's a closet-meditator, trying to do it on his own but not really sure what he's doing. (I wonder how many closet meditators there are out there...) I listened and shared my experience years ago of how I got out of a rut when everything seemed stagnant and dull and unsatisfying in my life. And I didn't try to suggest a meditation class or a stress reduction technique or tell him ...
... the beer store across the street was gone for the afternoon, said to me, in Spanish, “Good Morning”. I got that. Then he said quite a bit more words. Naturally, I had no idea what he was saying and after he repeated it 7 or 8 times, he got some other guy to translate and it turns out he was asking me how I slept.
At class that afternoon, I asked Geraldo to tell me how to respond when someone asks me how I slept. He taught me to say ...
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- Shuttle bus service
- Continental Breakfast
- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet