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Escape from Utila, failure and success
... took bus #1 and bus #2 and then, we took a rickshaw across the border. Yes a rickshaw. A CYCLE rickshaw! Apparently cars can't cross the border and what not, so you need to hop on one of these cycle rickshaws, stop at immigration, and cross the border. I giggled my ass off that day. I couldnt believe i was crossing a border on a rickshaw. Ben and Mike said the next step was a donkey crossing....fingers crossed for Costa Rica! Anyhow, i'm in ...
Granada - a city of contrasts
... ones... we also got to the lake front, where you can see volcano peaks in the distance. at this point Ben wanted to leave the carriage "mommy, get off here. want to see the seaside holiday!" the lake is one of the largest in the world, but it is very polluted. i think we'll stick to swimming in the pool for now. Generally there is a lot of rubbish flying about, but most stall owners are meticulous about cleaning their patch. we'll need to go to the supermarket soon, we ...
Family (vacation) in Nicaragua!
Alot to report on from Guate!
First off, it rained. …And then it rained, and then it rained a little more. It rained so much that soon, we volunteers were able to wake up and realize what "too much rain to go to school" sounded like, hitting the tin roofs. School was cancelled for another two days, including one day where we completed the hour journey to school, but had to come back to Antigua because all the kids were sick from the rain and wind, and ...
"Here was Granada"
... su arquitectura sin modificción, de hecho no existe ningún edificio nuevo.
Sin duda los viejos espíritus aún transitan orgullosos por sus calles y su mercado, no faltan a la misa dominical en alguna de sus antiguas iglesias, pasean alegremente en sus victorias o caminan tranquilamente por la costanera del lago, el único en el mundo que tiene tiburones, mientras una carroza tirada por caballos cruza tristemente sus calles camino del cementerio.
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Nicaragua: An Abrupt End
... and sometimes feel fine and sometimes feel as depressed as I did during the peak of my divorce. I have headaches, trouble sleeping, and will occasionally cry over small things. I don't really want to talk about it, because there is nothing to really say.
Time will heal these wounds I know. I will not let it sour my love of adventure and exploration, but I think I'll stick to first-world countries for a while.
With love and gratitude, Andrea
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