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Don't go to Little Corn. Because years ago the locals didn't even need money. Because years ago the men catching lobsters would hand them off for free. Don't go to Little Corn. Because it's the kind of place you need a flashlight to see your way back after 6pm. Don't go to Little Corn. Because there are no streets, no cars, no motorcycles, no golf carts. Don't go to Little Corn. Because there is only power half of the day. Less when it storms. Don't go to Little Corn. Because the bars are almost entirely filled with locals. Don't go to Little Corn. Because a local rasta might repeatedly tell you...

The only reason I stayed in San Juan del Sur for as long as I did was because every Sunday there is the Sunday Funday pool crawl. Sunday. Funday. Pool. Crawl. It's like a bar crawl in that you go to different locations and get really drunk. But it's wetter than a normal bar crawl. Because instead of visiting three different bars you visit three different pools. And that's pretty awesome. Basically the day went like this: go to pool, drink (a lot), get thrown into the pool by one of my friends. Repeat....

I've determined two things about my desire to be a surfer: 1. I need to take more lessons. 2. I need a bathing suit that isn't broken. Because I can't stand up on a board. No matter how hard I try. And because the straps broke off my bathing suit back in Caye Caulker and the waves in Hermosa were so strong that my top ended up around my waist. (No worries, I put on a tank top...

My hostel in Ometepe had a 13-drink drinking challenge that was free for all guests on their fourth night. I wasn't really all that keen on attempting it but all my friends were doing it (peer pressure, anyone?) and, if nothing else, I figured I could stop after the first few and get drunk for free. In actuality two of the drinks weren't drinks. But since I'm "pure" as one of the guys put it the lovely bartender mixed me a couple of extra drinks for those rounds instead. And she might have promised me that she'd make me weaker drinks...

Isla de Ometepe is an island on Lake Nicaragua formed by two volcanoes: Concepción and Maderas. As we sailed up to the port, smoke rising from the cavity, I knew it was a place I could fall in love with. By day, the omnipresent volcanoes loom over the landscape. At sunset, they silhouette against a sky so purple, so pink, so yellow. At night everything goes dark and you can look across a field sparkling with thousands of firefly tails. It all feels so romantic and humbling and calming and enchanting. ...

Sometimes you are really not in the mood for a tour. You just want to sit back, chat with friends, enjoy the bountiful scenery. But sometimes your tour guide doesn't really get it. And she dresses you up in traditional clothing. And she continues to talk even though no one is listening. And when you ask for a few minutes of silence she starts to whisper. And when you ask the boat driver to go faster she seems iffed. And then she starts to sing. For no reason but to pass the time...

Masaya is a nice day trip from Granada A local market. A craft market. A volcano. I ended up buying a little owl shaped whistle to go with a strange collection I've amassed of owls from around the world. Though I wanted a hammock, even though I already bought one in Thailand, even though I am pretty sure I will never have a place to hang a hammock. And we didn't climb the volcano. Though we looked at it. And it was beautiful...

Granada, Nicaragua, was a beautiful town. I could have probably stayed for a while: I had thought about making it a home for a couple of weeks and studying more Spanish. But I ended up spending only four nights there, and then hardly actually in the town, doing day trips just about every day. Some day, maybe, I will return and work more on my Spanish. Because the time I did spend there was wonderful. A mix of wandering the square, eating street food and "the best fish and chips in Central America, celebrating last nights, drinking cheap bottles of...