Wanderlust

Missing Nicaragua.
  September 22, 2001

All of a sudden, I miss Nicaragua.  I wish I knew Spanish; I could go there for a while and just hang around Léon… perhaps write a couple of short stories if the mood took me.  Even if it didn’t, I’d settle for having an occasional cold beer on the terrace of that nameless bar that overlooks Iglesia El Calvario and admiring the peach-colored clouds at sunset.

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