leaving nicaragua

The last day in Nicaragua was the day I learned all about Leslie’s work at Witness for Peace. That is, we went in for what was supposed to be a quick check-in and ended up in meetings all day. I didn’t really mind; I read a book.

Nicaragua’s addresses are based on landmarks. You tell the taxi, “It’s two blocks south of the place the old hotel used to be.” And they know where to go. The problem occurs with an address like this, “100 meters south of the entrance to the hospital,” only, the hospital has two entrances.

Later that night, Leslie and I tossed a frisbee in the street in front of her house. While we were tossing, I bent down to pick up the disc, and found my visor that I thought I had lost at the beginning of the time in Nicaragua. Crazy.

My last night in Nicaragua was spent with Leslie and Caroline, eating dinner, drinking rum, and watching Colin Firth scenes from Pride and Prejudice. Not particularly Nicaraguan, but a relaxing end to a good trip.