Tag: La Mariposa
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Goodbye, La Mariposa
Late in the night, I steal away, a plane to Los Estados Unidos waits for me in Managua. Adios & Buenos Noches, La Mariposa. You’ve given me much.
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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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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.
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San Juan
Four hours of Spanish classes, then a ‘caminata en San Juan.’ The roads are dirt. There are animals everywhere. We walk to the home of a local woman. She can neither read nor write. She speaks no English. In minutes, she carves beautiful maracas. She sells us her art for $4 USD.
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Managua
Terror, joy, terror, joy, terror… joy? It’s my first time traveling completely alone, my first time in Central American. I also don’t speak Spanish. I exit the airport and search for a stranger with a sign and, soon, we are driving away, and it hits me that this is the ultimate test of trust in humanity, to…
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