Today, a trip to San Juan de Oriente to visit the artisans. A family that weaves baskets from the palms, a woman who spins and paints pottery, a man who carves figures from volcanic rock. Here, there is beauty in the simplicity of life.
At the end of the day, we drive to the lookout over the laguna to stop for juice. There are fried bananas and cheese to eat.
I normally don’t eat cheese or fried anything, but I normally don’t wander cobblestone street with motor taxis and Cathedrals in Nicaragua. It’s about embracing the discomfort.