I do yoga every morning in my bedroom as soon as I get up. It stretches my back and loosens my creaky joints so that I can walk pain free. I’ve been doing it for years and highly recommend it. Until this morning, I’d only had one unpleasant morning yoga surprise and it took place in Baja Mexico where I was living two years ago. The house had cockroaches. Big cockroaches. They frequently made me jump in the middle of the night when they’d jump up at me from the drain in the bathroom sink. But I decided we had …

This morning as I was heading to the southern beaches with Eve Kohlman, we stopped at a corner store in Las Delicias (a neighborhood just south of town). The store was adorable, starting with the bright colors and the fountain out front. Inside there were cakes and flan in the cooler, pepperoni, tonka trucks, birthday candles, placemats and cutting boards. It’s a fully stocked grocery store with a scale for buying bulk rice and beans and a cooler with chicken. I was wandering the aisles with my mouth wide open. At the counter, I recognized Cinthia Membreño who used to …

One thing about being an Expat in San Juan del Sur, and possibly anywhere else, is the constant saying of Hello and Goodbye. My friend Sara McCoy, a close friend from college who was visiting us for two weeks from the States, left, leaving an emptiness behind her. We don’t know when we’ll see each other again. Or where. My friend Lynn, who I met here a year ago this month, packed up her bags and moved back to the States for good. No more yoga classes together. No more lunches and Writer’s Group and book studies and long conversations. …

To my friend who’s flying in to visit me this week from the States: I can’t recall where all you’ve traveled outside of North America (Canada, USA, Mexico), but I’m going to guess that Nicaragua will be the poorest and thus the most exotic destination for you yet. Nicaragua makes the Baja California Sur Mexican town of Loreto, where you last visited us, look nearly as upscale as parts of the United States in comparison. Despite the poverty, you will surprisingly not see beggars or homeless people. But you will see hard working hawkers of sunglasses, ceramics, cashews and woven …

One of my best friends from college is coming to visit us next week from the Northwestern USA. This is the Packing List I made for her. Can you think of anything important I should add? • Swimsuits (I suggest 2 so that you don’t have to put one on that’s wet – you’ll be wearing them that often) sun hats, sunscreen • Sarong or swimsuit cover (and/or a pair of nylon shorts and top which you can wear straight into the ocean over your swimsuit) • Tenny shoes, fanny pack with water bottle (daypack is too sweaty for our …

John jumped up from his chair (affectionately named Chair John) and raced out to our terrace. I followed. There was black-as-night smoke billowing up into the sky in front of us. And no fire engine sirens to be heard. “It’s down on the beach, ” John says. “I bet it’s the boat.” So I check Facebook to see if anyone’s posted anything. Nothing yet. Then I Facebook Messenger my friend Kim Priebe who lives a stone’s throw from the washed-up-and-abandoned boat on the beach. “It’s the boat, ” she confirms. “We’re not home but we’re at El Timon and watching …

I first heard of the to-me-strangely-named Ding Repair Cafe when my friend Debbie Polelli recently posted that it was her new go-to favorite in town. And that our yoga teacher, Delaney Wray, worked there two days a week. The next day while in town I noticed a colorful, graffiti-style mural on the wall of a building across from Dolce Vita with the words Ding Repair on it and I guessed that it must be the new Cafe’s location. Except it looked more like a surf shop, maybe even a closed one at that, than a hip new cafe like Debbie’s …

My view this morning when I first woke up. It didn’t last long but it was there.