And Then, To the Dismay of Our Mothers, Liz and I Somehow Hitchhiked Across a Developing Nation

Somehow, the juxtaposition of the scent of alcohol, heavy Spanish accent, and string of obscenities leaving his mouth made me doubt this. Perhaps I was right, because when the bus stopped, somehow, Liz’s bag ended up out of her hands and off of the bus. Luckily, the driver managed to get the bag back and nothing was stolen.

Nicaragua: Your Next Adventure

I kid you not, the first text I got from my mother was a screenshot of a warning posted by the US Dept of State. “Your Aunt wanted me to share that with you.” Thanks mom. I mean, was I going to refund my ticket? Was I going to back out of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunityContinue reading “Nicaragua: Your Next Adventure”