Nicablogua

When I began this so long ago, I had no idea what all would take place within these pages. There were so many unknowns, and I wasn’t sure i...

On Friday I went into school and S.L. actually told me he thought I needed some time to decompress. This, coming from S.L.? He said he tho...

I’ve had a fairly high level of anxiety about getting back into the swing of things again and meeting with my advisor, S.L., for the first t...

Welcome back to the USA: Where a good buy on mangoes is a dollar a piece Towards the end of our time on Ometepe, I was faced with the reali...

On Friday morning, Rob and I left Mérida—our home for the past year. Leda, Dina, Reyna, and Joel insisted on carrying our bags for us, and ...

We’ve made it to Managua. Last night (Friday) we spent the night in Granada, and I was finally able to post the super-long blog I wrote abo...

Last summer before I came here, I read a book by the Nicaraguan poet/revolutionary Gioconda Belli called The Country Under My Skin . That’s...