Have you ever had a Macuá? And did you know it was Nicaragua’s national drink? It’s my, and John’s, favorite drink and Buen Gusto, on the beach in San Juan del Sur, makes the very best one. We’ve had a friend visiting from the States, so two nights ago we took him to Buen Gusto for a Macuá. He talked about it all night, vowing he’ll learn to make one in the States. Then he insisted we go back again last night since he was leaving this morning. So we did. Last night it was Guillermo who was mixing drinks …

I sit on my hammock.Not in the usual way.I’m not lying in it, but rather I’m sitting in it with my feet on the ground and rocking back and forth. I hear the waves breaking. But I cannot see them.I hear the pling of stray rain drops on our metal roof.And a motorcycle on the Chocolata.A flock of parakeets squawks past.A gecko makes its cricket noise. I see green. A jungle of green.And I see empty white houses, their owners elsewhere, waiting for tourists to fill them.I see the Christ Statue on top of the headland, his arm outstretched in …

A few days ago, on our way to getting a great latte, we spotted a parade of yellow-petal-carrying ants along the sidewalk in front ofCesar Alberto Morales Rivera’s Indio del Sur coffehouse. My gaze stopped and followed the line of moving petals back from where they came. They were descending a nearby tree full of blooms of matching yellow petals. Then, like a sniffing hound dog, I followed where they were going: west along the sidewalk, with a quick sharp left turn before climbing up the wooden siding of a house. From there, the column of ants turned left again …

We wash and sweep the sidewalks. We trim grass with clippers. We build boats on dirt roads. We see. We chat. We photograph. We post.

We have a good friend, Jon Adler, visiting us from our past hometown of Steamboat Springs, Colorado, USA. On his to-do list was to get a local haircut and a straight-edge shave, so today we took him to a barbershop on the SE corner across from the church, which always seems to be packed. The barber’s chair, and all four plastic chairs for people waiting were taken, half an hour before they closed for lunch, so a little after 1:00, I returned with Jon (my husband, John, went home) and we waited his turn. Cesar, the barber, greeted us with …

We have been watching this rain approach via computer models. We shopped for groceries. Made sure we had enough purified water. Froze two gallon-sized water jugs to later be placed in the fridge if we lost power. And cancelled a Game Night we were planning to host on our open air terrace. And today it arrived. Although tomorrow it’s supposed to be worse. We lost power last night around 2 am. It’s still off. And was off most of yesterday morning. I sit outside on my covered front porch writing this at 5:38 pm by what little natural light is …