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Christmas Day in Mexico DF

Got up that morning, the day was fresh, sunny and cool. I was on my way to Starbucks and passing by a church, I decided to pop in.

I sat with others in silence, as people came and went. Overall, my feelings were of freedom, relief, independence. But among those were traces of sadness, guilt, and homesickness. I wasn’t with my family at Christmas.

I had flashbacks of being in Spain when it was in similar climate, in a church or cathedral feeling lonely but content. That was the changing point (Spain) in my life that I dreaded at first, then loved and hated, and eventually regretted.

I also had flashes of being in Berlin, and the blog post I wrote about feeling free of “shoulds” and demands. I had felt liberated from technology.

When I have flashes of images from other times and places, I recognize that the feelings are similar. It’s not just that I’m reminded of those times, but of the feelings that they brought me.

The crisp, fresh, morning when I was walking down the road in Hovland with Aunt Mary Beth, and of feeling so privileged that she asked me to join her on her morning walk. Or when we went to Grand Marais, to the laundromat. The air was crisp, the sun shining, the seagulls (or “seagles,” as I used to spell at the time) were hanging out looking for food. These times, when the , remind me of feelings of happiness. Pure joy and happiness.

As I sat there in the church, I thought about those feelings I had felt before. And I recognized that although I was sad at the time, and felt guilty for not being at home, overall I was feliz. Mucha alegria. Lagrimas of some sadness, some joy. And best of all, I was completely anonymous. Nobody in the world at that moment would have had any idea where I was or what I was doing, which at that moment gave me paz. I was hidden within the walls of the church, within the city of Mexico. Anonymous, happy and free.


No me sale. No puedo dejar de pensar en ello

No me puede salir.  Estoy todavia en la imagen

Como viviendo con un pie en un mundo y otro aqui, dividiendome

Por que .. no se

Me ha convertido no se como ni una explicacion seria suficiente

No tiene sentido

Ya que esta dentro de mi alma

No esta fuera de mi cuerpo

No lo puedo quitar

… y hombre te digo q no quiero quitar

- de sentir

- de vivir

- de cantar

He cambiado, lo puedo sentir.  No me puede despedir no quiere separarse con la pie.

Estoy contando pensado en pesos

Quiero saludar con un beso, un abrazo, un hola

Prefiero estar en the calle (ca-shay)

Donde suponeria que estuviera un monton de gente pero no hay

Estoy sola.  Estoy sola?  Bajo las nubes la lluvia el cafe moreno como la gente sin sueno

Porque no lo descubri antes, se q despues de ocho anios y la vida pasando en los dos pies siempre

El Tiempo es precioso

Y que gracioso que no me di cuenta bajo mis pensamientos mi rutina aburrida y me pasaba la vida


Me siento otra persona.  Me siento despertada.  Tengo ganas de convertir en otra persona despertada de verdad.

No se en total que significara pero en los ultimos dias me he sentido otra.

Como si estuviera durmiendo la pie y ahora me siento el hormigueo, no dolor, despertador.


Lo definitivo es renunciar la habitual la normal y continuar subiendo el cerro de hormigas, triunfante.

Ahora metas alcanzadas, dejando de la ‘ruida’, de lo caotico, enfocando en lo que me empuje lo que me envuelve lo que me ayuda, y lo q me da la motiva de seguir


One Day in Nicaragua


Trying to get into a routine in Nicaragua has been more of a challenge than I anticipated. I’ve been a bit lazy for the past couple of weeks, but hey, you gotta forgive yourself sometimes.

Next week being Easter week (a.k.a. the famous Semana Santa), everywhere—at least everywhere in San Juan del Sur—is getting really chaotic. A town of about 20,000 quickly will turn into 200,000 in a few short days. And, predictably, prices are going up for apartments. Instead of finding a room for $65 USD/mo, it’s costing $150-$400. And that’s just for the spaces that are available!

But this morning, I went for a jog on the beach. A little attempt to restore order in life. I was supposed to have a meeting about running a website for a delightful business called Finca las Nubes, but once again there was no call back, or else the meeting had to be moved to another day. Such is the life of an entrepreneur. After living in Spain (where everyone’s much more chill about these kinds of things), I should be used to this. But the guy is American so I was trying to stick to a schedule. No such luck.

As I write this, the power just went out. This happens nearly daily. Luckily, I moved from a cafe/coffee shop to a ‘cyber,’ which has a generator (and air conditioning!). I have to cheat on the air today because all my clothes are soaked in sweat. Fortunately, not only did I come during the busiest and most expensive time of the year but also during the hottest season. Next time I’ll do more homework on when to travel. Le sigh.

But again, back to my jog on the beach. This was at 6:30 am when it was nice and bright. While I was walking home, there was a street vendor squeezing fresh oranges on the street. I couldn’t resist and bought some fresh, amazing orange juice for around .75 cents USD. To-go juices come in a plastic bag tied up with a straw poking out. I love it. There should be more of those available in more countries!

After my orange juice, a local Nicaraguan friend helped me get a private room and bath in a local hospedaje/establishment for $5/night USD. No free Wi-Fi, but at least I’m blending in with the locals and not paying $10/night USD to be with all tourists. I’ve met a lot of great people staying in those places, but I’d rather blend in a bit more.

My Spanish is getting better, but the slang here is doing my head in! I think I learned 5 new slang words for money yesterday. It’s fun to pick up slang. I don’t want to be speaking so formally all the time. However, I’m scared for when I travel back to Spain—they’ll kill me for the way I speak! So I’m trying not to be too informal.

Yesterday I met some kids from Menagua, the capital of Nicaragua and largest city. The rumor is that flocks come from Menagua for Semana Santa and they fight, get drunk, sleep in the streets, rob you, etcetera. But I had seen them vending in the streets earlier and had a laugh and even bought some sunglasses (after gifting mine to a young Nicaraguan girl in Ometepe last weekend). So when they invited me to swim and body surf, I was happy to join.

And glad I accept. I had a great time! Today I passed by the whole group, maybe 5 people, and they all waved to me. They taught me about cusoquitos: the ugliest bug/shelled animal in the world. They come out only when the water is warmer and they dive into the sand. You can see their tiny legs pop up when the wave goes away. Millions of them! Que asco! Gross! They make them in soups—not for me, nor for many others. But somebody has to do it.

I’ll post some pics and tell more stories as I go, just like I always try to do with this blog. Hasta luego!

Have you ever traveled to Nicaragua? What was your experience like?