Wherever I am, New England will always be home. This is our new temporary home in Columbus, MS, inspired by Woods Hole Harbor in Falmouth, and one of my favorite quotes; "A ship in the harbor is safe, but that's not what ships are built for."
Late in the night, I steal away, a plane to Los Estados Unidos waits for me in Managua. Adios & Buenos Noches, La Mariposa. You've given me much.
Downwind of the volcano is Panama, the poorest region of La Concha. The air is so chemically laced that the latches on exposed doors wear away within months. Water is so scarce during dry season that they cannot use toilets, even with donated NGO water tanks. But we are not here to see what they [...]
Hiking the Masaya Volcano at dusk. Rock, ash, smoke, sulfur. We peer over the edge; we're close - the closest we can be to any active volcano in the world. Up the slope, the steep, slippery slope. The view - there are no words that suffice. Red smoke, red grass, red sunset. Jupiter glows over [...]
Our morning hike begins on the dirt roads of the town, winding through the streets, and eventually into the woods. It is only me, a retired British couple, and the local guide, who leads us straight through the brush and up the hillside, chattering in Spanish as he does. Along the way, coffee beans, oranges, [...]
Night falls on La Mariposa. Another day in this strange, wonderful place has passed.