Thursday, November 17, 2011

Happily lost in translation: Nicaragua living.

I want to retrace my steps before moving forward any more. Maybe not so much retrace, either, as relive. Having the unique advantage of sitting on a deck amongst the trees and within earshot of the music the ocean makes, then, here are my words. I hope they’ll do.

We met Julio, a tour guide who could easily answer any question we had about this country, no matter how obscure, and we pestered him with them for the hours it took us to arrive at a dormant volcano. There was a wonderful smell hanging around the coffee plantation on the way and bright flowers innumerable. There was a hike around its crater, a cloud forest (!) and the best frijoles I can ever remember eating. Fed a couple too-skinny-to-be-living dogs some of our mushy bananas.
A zipline followed, high amongst the trees, and we flew upside down and like Superman. Sweat, laughed, freaked out and landed.
Traveled towards Granada, a city that’s been around since the 1500s, and we learned of how many parts of its shambles were being repaired. Plenty of “se vende” signs. We spent some time in its churches and bell towers. Took a tour behind a horse named Pinole (named after a soft drink). It rained on us the whole time, but we didn’t much mind. I leaned on the Spanish still hanging around in this head since the 9th grade and didn’t fare too poorly. Stopped just short of singing “Un Elefante Se Balanceaba” to the man at the reins.
Failed spectacularly at paddleboarding. Succeeded at not being stung by numerous jellyfish. Didn’t have to entertain any offers to be peed on.  
I so enjoyed being called over by a beautiful, excited Ukranian woman who showed me how the sea lights up. I’d never seen anything like it, either. Even if she doesn’t know what it’s called or why it even occurs, spending some time playing in the waves and agitating them, creating sparkles throughout it, is as magic as the galaxies here on the clear nights.
Post-dinner raw chocolate class, using local cacao beans and cayenne pepper? Ma-a-a-agnificent.
I don’t even mind that I maybe only had five hours of sleep last night. Five hours is being generous. If I hadn’t have got out of bed before 7 in the morning to tackle some yoga, I’d not have looked a family of howler monkeys in the face. I wouldn’t have both seen and heard happy fishermen singing before diving into the water and collecting what it held in store. Seize the day? It applies here.
And, if I hadn’t have been exactly where I am at this moment, I might not have met a local someone able to sew up the crotch in my shorts, the one that split wide open when I hopped onto a horse carriage the other day. God bless this country and its people. So rich, these images … so new and rare and cherished, these experiences. Someone said there is a serenity here that doesn’t exist in Costa Rica. I’m not sure it’s true, but I’ll agree with that serenity bit. And how.
As for today, there will be surfing. Or, you know, watching others do it, while I sit amongst the sand, quietly marveling. It's a beautiful, beautiful day. 

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Very intriguing post! Especially your words are pinning me to read... A nice photo too!