I am a mule. I have hauled more items to Nicaragua from the states than I can recall. This evening my bags are packed again…and I am ready to return to Ometepe Island.
I am off the island heading for the states this morning. I leave you with a few photos from our Nicaragua Independence Day parade.
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me: I am a free human being with an independent will.”
― Charlotte Brontë,
The Weekly Photo Challenge is Connected.
Living on a tropical island an hour away from the mainland of Nicaragua requires many connections. Here are a few ways we band-together on our lovely Ometepe Island like umbilical cords.
“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.”
― Augustine of Hippo
Check out the list. Many of my blogging friends have blogs listed, too.
How many pages of the world have you opened in your travel book?
All that really belongs to us is time; even he who has nothing else has that. ~Baltasar Gracian
Living in Nicaragua requires a different mindset of time management. I used to pride myself in the ability to plan and control how I spent the hours in my day to effectively accomplish my goals. I had mastered the skills of planning for the future. setting goals, prioritizing tasks, and monitoring where the time goes. THEN…I moved to Nicaragua where mañana could mean today, tomorrow, sometime in the distant future, or never… where I am constantly reminded to slow down and be present. What I’ve learned about time management in Nicaragua may surprise you. It’s not all bad.
Let’s get real about time management in Nicaragua.
1. Most Nicaraguans are better at single-tasking, than multi-tasking.
Known to many as Norman William, Brother Maolinn Tiam, Man, Abi, Indio, and numerous other aliases, he was revered by unsuspecting victims and followers of the Cult Ecoovie, and hated by those who were knowledgeable of his evil past.
“Are you worried when the police stop you?” I asked.
“Not at all,” he responded. “Everything is legal and correct.”
A friend, visiting Nicaragua for the first time, arrived in Rivas on a chicken bus. She needed a taxi to San Jorge to catch the ferry…about a five-minute ride. She told me that she paid $20 for the taxi ride from Rivas to San Jorge. I was furious because a colectivo ( a taxi that takes numerous people around the Rivas area ) charges 20 cords per person. An expreso ( a taxi that takes only one person to San Jorge from Rivas) charges 100 cords.
My former fifth grade student is visiting Nicaragua for the first time. On her 19th birthday, we took her to Charco Verde to see the monkeys. Returning home in the taxi, we had a flat tire. I couldn’t help but laugh at the taxi driver’s t-shirt. The Start of Something Big
His t-shirt says it all about living in Nicaragua.
The Weekly Photo Challenge is On the Way. We’ve just returned from the USA…a wonderful visit with family and friends, but it is always GREAT to return home.
There are two ways to return to our Ometepe Island home. Sometimes we fly and walk to our house from the airport, but because we were returning with over 200 pounds of books and materials for my elementary school library, we took the ferry.
The Weekly Photo Challenge is broken.
We are passionate about travel…always have been…always will be. I’m back in the states digitizing my photos and I found the perfect photos to represent broken. While roaming through Portugal, we discovered the Capela dos Ossos ( Chapel of Bones) in Évora.
This small chapel was built in the 16th century by a Franciscan monk, who wanted to send the message that life is transitory. A broken skeleton dangles near the entrance, reminding all who enter that “Better is the day of death, than the day of birth.”