Walk this Way

Daily walks are essential to me, so today I set out to chart and time my route to work and find a good daily stroll.

What my  walk to work looks like.

What my walk to work looks like.

About twenty minutes later…

I arrive at the club house.

I arrive at the club house.

Twenty minutes is perfect to clear my head before work, but for health and sanity at least an hour is required.

After an hour on the trails...

After an hour on the trails…

Playa Escondido

Playa Escondido

Kind of like home, but with a beach!

Kind of like home, but with a beach!

The end of the trail.

The end of the trail.

After a couple of hours on Rancho Santana’s clean but thankfully not overly groomed hiking trails, I will rest well and be ready for my first day at El Finca y El Mar.

What do you do the day before you start a new job?

Good Morning Nicaragua

Good Morning Nicaragua

Good Morning Nicaragua

I haven’t thought much at all about how I’m going to blog about my three month stay in Nicaragua, thus, for this first post I will write it as personal travel diary.

Entering Nicaragua was simple, it lacked the tension of Mexico’s immigration “will they or will they not give me the length of visa I desire”. It did however require ten U.S. dollars, which of course I did not have. Fortunately, there’s a currency exchange in immigration. The cashier seemed baffled that I would have only Mexican pesos, but was helpful and friendly .

My friend picked me up and I felt at home immediately though I had not seen him in 15 years. His car was covered in dust, just like the bocho, and we caught up on each other’s history on two and a half hour drive to Rancho Santana.

I was relieved when we stopped at a couple of artisans shops, where he’s having some things made for the restaurant, that I understood everything that was said.

We had another encounter with the dollar at a local grocery. The register rings up both in Cordova’s and U.S. dollars, but your change comes in Cordovas regardless of how you pay.

This morning is very blustery. Rancho Santana’s location, on the isthmus of Nicaragua, ensures ample breezes. Thus far it feels a lot like home, except that I listened to the ocean as I fell asleep rather than the waves of air pouring down the Cerro Frio.