More Playa Santo Domingo

Alas, I did not leave so quickly. Yes, I did nearly pass out on a hill. But there was also a proper beach vacation. The beach was black, the water was fresh and to either side there loomed a volcano. The hotel was empty and the waitress was sassy.



There were these big birds that the waiter called urakas.




The purple room.





Ginna read to me an abridged history of Nicaragua. There was a time when a man could establish his legacy as the bastard son of a nobleman, a Seventh-Day Adventist revolutionary leader of an armed uprising, and part time yoga master.