Our Poor Pores are Pouring: Nica Nugget #53

While waiting for the storm, or round 2 (3?) of these seemingly huge rains, John and I stretched our legs today by walking to the beach to look at the size of the waves. Yes, they were bigger than normal but not BIG. What we did notice though was that despite the air feeling cool (hallelujah), the air was so water saturated that our skin’s pores weren’t exactly sweating but were rather becoming one with the air. Yes, as we watched the waves while waiting for the rain and we rejoiced in the overcast coolness, our poor pores were pouring. …

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Driftwood and the Lure of Bacon: Nica Nugget #52

A couple of days ago I posted photos showing that the river, which separates downtown from the neighborhood where I live in La Talanguera for part of the year, has officially once again joined the sea, here in San Juan del Sur’s bay. I showed pictures of the predominantly plastic garbage that inevitably gets washed downstream with the rise in the river. Wow, even what looks like an entire tree! Now, THAT would have been interesting to see floating down the river! I’m glad the panga was safe and that they were out working because that’s the only way John …

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The River Returns to the Sea: Nica Nugget #51

Wednesday it poured. In buckets. We even let the neighbor’s two dogs (who have adopted us) inside our house for the first time ever because with the wind blowing the rain in from the west, they were shivering out on our covered front porch. The rain thrashed against the corrugated tin roofs. It turned the dirt roads to mud. Otherwise dry indentations within them became rivulets of flowing brown water. And with that the river rose. And the river joined, for the first time in six months, the sea. Sweeping its banks and earlier-dry gullies clean of plastic bags and …

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The Glorious Motmot: Nica Nugget #50

Isn’t it beautiful? The Turquoise-browed Motmot, or as Nicaraguans call it, the Guardabarranco. It’s Nicaragua’s national bird. And this one I found dead today on the dirt road John and I walk every morning on our hike up to the Christ statue and back. I didn’t want to touch it (I’m pathetically squeamish) so I have no idea how it might have died.

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