There is a small concrete pyramid on the top of a hill on Big Corn Island, Nicaragua. Supposedly, this is a sacred place…the soul of the world…only one of eight places in the world, where the vertices of a flattened cube meet. Keep Reading!More mysteries to solve.
“Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreams play when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home?” ― Nathan Reese Maher
I spent the weekend abandoned on Corn Island, Nicaragua. Adrift in my dreams…cast away upon the sea…unrestrained…uninhibited…empty of all thoughts except for…ONE LOVE… More abandoned.Keep reading.
“One of my theories is that the hearts of men are about alike, no matter what their skin color.” ~ Mark Twain
I noticed our taxi driver’s arm protector on our way to Ojo de Agua the other day. “How cool is that!” I thought. It’s all the rage with the taxi drivers. Lost in my weird wonderings, I thought I could buy a pair to use on my upper arms. Not only would it hold together my upper arm fat wings, kind of like a girdle for my arm flaps, but my arms would look awesome with the stamped tattoos. Read on! There’s more colorism confusion.
“I sat on a toilet watching the water run thinking what an odd thing tourism is. You fly off to a strange land, eagerly abandoning all the comforts of home and then expend vast quantities of time and money in a largely futile effort to recapture the comforts you wouldn’t have lost if you hadn’t left home in the first place.”
― Bill Bryson, Neither Here Nor There: Travels in Europe
Ecotourism…eco-friendly…permaculture…bio-diversity…sustainable tourism…green…words that have become so popular in the tourism industry, that I wonder if they have evolved into meaningless clichés for the sake of marketing, or if the concept of environmental conservation has evolved into a new trend.