Category: Central America
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Volcán Masaya
Hiking the Masaya Volcano at dusk. Rock, ash, smoke, sulfur. We peer over the edge; we’re close – the closest we can be to any active volcano in the world. Up the slope, the steep, slippery slope. The view – there are no words that suffice. Red smoke, red grass, red sunset. Jupiter glows over…
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Finca de Pina
Our morning hike begins on the dirt roads of the town, winding through the streets, and eventually into the woods. It is only me, a retired British couple, and the local guide, who leads us straight through the brush and up the hillside, chattering in Spanish as he does. Along the way, coffee beans, oranges,…
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La Mariposa by Night
Night falls on La Mariposa. Another day in this strange, wonderful place has passed.
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San Juan de Oriente
I’m learning so much Spanish that my head physically hurts, but it’s a good thing. I’m learning. 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…
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La Mariposa
La Mariposa Spanish School, Nicaragua. Hammocks, animals, pinto de gallo, people from all over the world – that’s all you have. How strange to be a part of this and to forget that you existed before and will exist after.
exploring & escapades 