Turning Thirty in Aserradores, Nicaragua
Turning Thirty in Aserradores, Nicaragua
There are two things that I remember vividly from our arrival in Nicaragua. First, the tiny tree swallows fluttered along with the boat as we made our way down the long, narrow estuary. They landed on our rails and lines and chirped, chirped, chirped. Second, it was cool. The air hasn’t felt cool in many months, and Philippe and I reveled in it. We hoped it would always be cool, which was not the case, but we did have a…