27 Oct 2017 – Nicaragua

There is minimal around the port. I had OBC to burn. Whatever made me think that I wanted to go a botanical garden? Oh, right – I didn’t think I was in shape to climb a volcano (or was that a different port? – never mind) and riding around in a bus didn’t thrill me. This tour was touted as explore the garden and look for birds on your own.

They lied. We had a guide. He liked to talk. If you take 20+ people in a group stomping along, there are not going to be any birds. They heard us coming, they left. Saw one squirrel, and thousands upon thousands of leaf cutter ants. Since the trees and plants were all labeled, I wasn’t the only one who persisted in wandering in front of or behind the group in a vain attempt to enjoy myself.

We also made a stop in Leon. Skipped the cathedral in favor of walking through the old streets and entering the various shopping courtyards where, similar to Europe, most shops seemed to be grouped by type of product.

I also visited the Resistance Museum which was an extremely interesting experience. It really wasn’t a true museum but rather a building that had housed activities over the years. The exhibits in the first room were 15 poster size collections of newspaper clippings chronicling the history of the first resistance movement with the subsequent establishment of the Sandinistas. The second room had poster size portraits of various important people and further documentation of the last 20 years. The guides weren’t happy with me; I wasn’t interested in a guided tour, I didn’t see any need to have someone talk me through what I could read myself.


Getting back to the ship in our crowded little bus, I was more than glad to get out of the humidity…

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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