The sweet Juices of sugar cane flushed our teeth at Momma Joy’s house two days ago. Mama Joy is a wonderful and courageous woman who let my friend Mariam and I spend a night. It was a night filled with song, laughter, and chat; our tummies filled to the brim with chapati, soup, and tea....
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text letter_spacing=””]When they said we were going into a bat cave I can’t say that was what we all were expecting. The muddy path that led to the cave was even a journey itself. Some of us, including me, had chosen to wear flip flops and that was our first mistake. We were all slinging...
I’m not phased by a lot. In most settings, this is helpful (like being the only one not to cry at the end of The Notebook.) So when I stepped out of the Nicaraguan airport, nothing really hit me except for humid air. Granada, of course, was wonderful, as you heard in Jaxon’s amazing post....