Exploring & Escapades

bits & pieces of my travels

Tag: adventure

Takeoff

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Airports. Airplanes. Flying. That moment before takeoff, when all you can do is wait and wonder and hope and anticipate the adventure that awaits. 

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Adventure Room

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IMG_4451I always design my rooms around places and the emotions they elicit. In the case of my living room, that place is Woods Hole, and that ’emotion’  is adventure. It’s still a work in progress, but I love how it’s coming along.

“Ships are safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for.” 

Volcán Masaya

Volcan Masaya

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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 the park under the moon. Stars are everywhere. We are small. And feeling small makes me feel very big.

I climbed a volcano!

Finca de Pina

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IMG_1343 IMG_1347 IMG_1350Our 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, dragon fruit, pinto beans. 

We hike for three hours to the finca de pina, and then, pineapples, everywhere. The most delicious, sweet, white pineapples,  so soft that we eat the core. 

The pineapple farm on the hill. The view is amazing. 

Laguna de Apoyo

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An endless crater lake. Water temperature is that of the air. Hammocks in the trees. Caipirinhas at the small bar. Reading, sleeping, swimming.

Laguna de Apoyo makes me Miami homesick. 

San Juan de Oriente

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IMG_1184I’m learning so much Spanish that my head physically hurts, but it’s a good thing. I’m learning. 

Today, a trip to San Juan de Oriente to visit the artisans. A family that weaves baskets from the palms, a woman who spins and paints pottery, a man who carves figures from volcanic rock. Here, there is beauty in the simplicity of life. 

At the end of the day, we drive to the lookout over the laguna to stop for juice. There are fried bananas and cheese to eat.

I normally don’t eat cheese or fried anything, but I normally don’t wander cobblestone street with motor taxis and Cathedrals in Nicaragua. It’s about embracing the discomfort. 

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