I know doesn't seem like it to me either, but the time has come to go back to work. I find myself dragging my feet, I've made so many friends here and have finally started to settle in and now I'm leaving already. I'll only be gone from my Nica home for about a month but right now it feels like a long time.
This is what you sign up for however, when you travel and live abroad without being independently wealthy or retired :) Eventually, you must find a way to pay for those 'frescos.'
They are doing some construction on my street so the noise
level during the day is a loud mechanical now and the traffic on the street is down to a minimum during the 'off' hours.
The smell of the stuff they're putting down is like tar and something else. It gets on everything so you really have to be careful where you walk or you could be scrubbing the stuff off the floor on the inside of your house.
So with heavy heart, I'm signing off from Nicaragua and the next post will be from Florida. I have lots to do this month and it is all in pursuit of smiles like the one shown here of a little deaf girl who lives in Masaya on a road where few cars can make the steep climb. We went on foot and earned some exercise that you don't even get when you pay at the gym. Can't wait to go back.