Airport sleeping and microwaved airplane hamburgers and hard tile floors are now a distant memory - maybe it didn't happen and it was only a dream Often travel feels like a dream and time flows differently than with our normal routines. But I am pretty sure it was no dream.
We are now waking up on Sunday morning in Masaya, Nicaragua in the Casa-Nica house. It is around 6:00 am and the town is quiet because it is Sunday - no horns, no fireworks, no bus engines - only the pigeons cooing, roosters cockadoodledoing, a few dogs barking, and few other birds chirping.
Yesterday, Josh Allsup toured the group around Masaya and we walked to the main market and everyone got a taste of the maze-like outdoor markets that are found all over the world. There is no Wal-Mart or Krogers here in Masaya. We discussed our upcoming week of service projects which start on Monday. The HOLA students will be working at the local zoo, assisting in planting a garden at a local school for special needs students, and helping Nicaraguan students learn English at another school in Masaya.
Today we are going to visit the Volcan de Masaya and do a little tourism. Our day starts at 8:00 am this morning and breakfast will be cereal, eggs, and toast.
Since dreams came up earlier here's a poem about our flight into El Salvador and its dream-like quality:
Landing in El Salvador
the upsidedown sky with
sporadic lights clustered on the ground
look like constellations below me
fallen from the sky
sinewy lines of lights
emerging from the dark ground
or maybe diamonds were dropped on the ground
and God bedazzled the whole world
Time to eat breakfast so we will catch you up this evening on HOLA's adventure.
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