On Sunday night – late, after midnight – I landed at Newark Airport after having woken up that morning on the Pacific coast of Nicaragua to the sounds of two howler monkeys engaged in a screaming match outside my thatched, open-air cabana. After 10 days traveling around that gorgeous country- from the colonial beauty of Granada, to the spectacular lakeside scenery of the islands in Lake Nicaragua, to the lush jungles of the Mambacho volcano foothills to the surf culture of the Pacific coast, I am happy to be able to take a shower with serious water pressure and get back into the kitchen. But I’m really going to miss Nicaragua.
