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Monday, March 18, 2013

Nica Trip 5



(Michelle) For those of you loyal readers of Pete’s blog, you’ll notice he’s been slacking. In an effort to make him put up his first post in almost a MONTH (tsk, tsk Pedro!!), here are our top highlights from Michelle’s Nica trip 5: 
·         (P) We made base camp in San Juan del Sur, the only place in Nicaragua that may have a higher population of “whiteys” than host country nationals.  Our hotel was OK.  It only had a pool, oceanside view and bath robes – typical amenities of the Peace Corps life.

·         (M) Ziplining! Thanks to my fear of heights, we were both pretty sure Pete was going to have to push me off the platform(s). Maybe it was the fact that the 7- and 9-year olds in our group went fearlessly before me, but I did a-ok (and even (sort of) enjoyed it!). The views were amazing; we saw howler monkeys and I didn’t cry on top of a mountain…success

Pete and Michelle about to fly through the forest
·         (P) AND THE FOOD!  I have traveled to San Juan del Sur before but unfortunately it was on my government stipend which meant I ate street tacos for all 6 meals.  Michelle and I ate chicken vegetable curry, supreme pizza, steak topped with gorgonzola cheese and burgers large enough to feed my entire community back home.

·         (M) On Saturday night we went to a massive beach party thrown by the local government. There was live music, dancing, starlight and 60 cent beers…yep, it was pretty much the best night of my life.

·         (P) St. Patty’s Day: After a morning by the pool Michelle and I wandered past “The Irish House” (real name look it up).  After nearly 2 years of drinking nothing but Tona and Victoria, it was wonderful to have a Guinness (or two) in the early afternoon.  The owner loved us and our apparel and bought us a round for being such festive patrons.
  
(M) In conclusion? It was a GREAT trip, and a fantastic way to end 1.5 years of traveling to see my cool novio. I head back tomorrow, though, so I guess it’s officially time to start counting down until his FINAL, FOR-GOOD return to the States…in (approximately) 130 days!!!!

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