On the run are we. It won’t last forever I know. And this is why, perhaps, we’ve been running so hard. Because before we know it we’ll be back in our PNW SUVs heading to PCC(I miss it), texting LOLs to our BFFs. Just kidding on that last part, I don’t do that.
There’s a breeze right now that’s nice. It’s sticky from the saltwater, but it’s quite a nice respite from the 100 degree days that filled Semana Santa. Poneloya is the place. A nice but unremarkable beach where we sit writing in tandem own private thoughts, and silence- waiting for the waves to turn up and the wind to peace out.
Our relationship has had some tribulations. Just last night I was elevated to a state of irrational anger and refused to walk home together, so close to screaming in the street I knew I needed space. So I unwisely left him, mapless, really fucking clueless where we were since we had circled ten times in our argument of being lost, and started walking towards every sexually aggressive and scary male in the confines of Leon(one with a stick that followed me).
Or there was the other day we were fighting in public and I ejected again to party with some Nicas in the street, listening to mariachi bands-and wound up closing down a bar with the bar owner drinking Mezcal into the wee wee’s. Of course when I got home and our host father said Bdo had been looking for me for 2 hours worried, I realized this complication of being mad, needing space, but being in a mans world with only a vagina.
But it’s been a trip. The people have been rad and have touched a stoke I haven’t felt in some time. Here in Nicaragua, there’s a genuineness in people, an openness with flirting smiles and a grasp on life that feels in touch with things I worry our culture has lost permanently.
Honduras I could argue has been the most fun but for superficial(in traveling standards) means. Partying on two story popsicle decked docks and jumping in after 10 shots of 10 cent tequila with a smart foxy boy. He managed to distract me from myself for almost a week but in the end I had to get going, this is life running, no stopping over for romance now.
And Guatemala, fucking Guatemala, was my favorite. The culture- it’s Maya everywhere- in the dress, the markets, the goods, the sharing and simplicity. The fincas, the food, the lakes, mountains, forests. I fell in love at the border and it’s a country I could see living in. More on that later.
Another liter has come and it’s time to start running.