Dear Reader, I am writing to you from my bed in my home. John and I arrived this afternoon. We are really tired. And super jazzed (if such a thing is possible when one is really tired) to be home. The morning started at our hotel in Chinandega. We were the only clients in the hotel and discovered that our toilet didn’t have any water in the tank after we’d already gone to bed. Oh well, John noticed there were bathrooms in the lobby if we had to do anything more than pee. I thought of checking to see if …