It was sometime during the bus ride from La Dalia to Matagalpa, wind blowing in my face, watching the mountains pass by, all while eating a home-made peanut butter sandwich and listening to “Heaven” by Bryan Adams (which was quickly succeeded by “Hero” by Enrique Iglesias), that I realized that I really do like it here. Very much.
Then on the way back from Matagalpa, my bus broke down and I was stranded on the side of the road in the dark with my brand new plastic shelves and no PB sandwiches in sight.
Apartado Postal 290
I would like a yoga mat please 🙂