Waiting for out flight to the Corn Islands. It's muggy and hot and perfect. The hotel was appropriately Nicaraguan. Palm trees, breezeways, lizards, and cerviche. In the airport there are people from Seattle, England, Australia, and Scotland. Vinyl seats, cracked tile floor, official signs are taped to the dirty windows with packaging tape.
Later that day...
We're so close now. We're sitting at a restaurant on Big Corn Island. I am having a beer, over looking the Caribbean. The sky is ominous.
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