Here is a typical day I Nicaragua.
Wake up at 5:30 or 6:00 am (its gets late early here so I like to get up and enjoy the day light hours).
Read for a bit (thus far I have read Three Cups of Tea , Berserk (sic) in the Antarctic and will be finishing The Sex Lives of Cannibals soon) all great books and hard to put down.
Go down stairs and look at the ocean, turn on my iPod (currently listening to Lyle Lovett) and make Heuvous Rancheros for breakfast. Clean up a bit and go for a walk along the beach. More reading and then drive into town. Go for a walk along the promenade and chat with the locals (it is amazing, I have become fluent in Spanish in 10 days here).
Speaking of me not speaking a word of Spanish. It is so bad that when I ask the locals in Spanish if they speak English they have no idea what I am saying. Now how bad can I screw up two words? Apparently enough that I think I just announced that I am from Mars.
Frank -Habla Inglés
Local-Silent Blank Stare
Frank-Habla Inglés
Local-Silent Blanker Stare
Frank-HABLA INGLES
Local- Fuck off Gringo
The drive home is best because I sometimes spot some howler monkeys. I call the most popular and athletic one Frankie. So if you are keeping score that is one pet moth called Frankie and one monkey called Frankie.
There are also quite of bit of horses and cattle around. There is one horse that is more athletic and popular than the other horses that I call Frankie.
Recap-
One Man named Frankie
One Moth named Frankie
One Monkey named Frankie
One Horse named Frankie
I have determined that 5 pm is a grand time for a walk on the beach. The sun is getting ready to call it a day, the wind picks up a bit so you can see some great waves and the pelican go fishing. They fly in some funky formations and dive into the buffet. You can sometimes see the fish before they become Pelican fodder. There is a pelican that is more athletic and popular than the rest that I call Frankie.
Recap#2
One Man named Frankie
One Moth named Frankie
One Monkey named Frankie
One Horse named Frankie
One Pelican named Frankie
The sun sets about 6 o’clock and it is completely dark about 7. As luck would have it there is a small bar a ways down and it is a great place for a sun downer if I cannot walk the extra 5 minutes to get back to my place.
Eric B, if you read this don’t you think the Ass Ponys write the weirdest songs. Place Out There makes melaugh every time that I hear it. Just weird
I don’t have cable or internet yet so thankfully I have lots to read.
I don’t have cable or internet yet so thankfully I have lots to drink.
Actually, I read somewhere that drinking is bad for you so I quit reading.
Speaking of drinking, I think I mentioned whilst I was in Cuba that I don’t like rum. I will ask again, how can anything made of sugar taste so bad. I did have some Nica 18 year rum (strait) and it was not that bad. Maybe Allan Soupster Savage was right regarding really good rum.
In any event, I don’t think I will become rum drinker soon. I have another vice down here. Chocolate milk. That alone could become a tourist draw. I don’t what it is but it is so good. It appears as though they grind up some of the coco bean and leave it in the milk. I will send it to the lab and get back to you.
Now after a day like that I need to some rest. More reading, make sweet , sweet love to my Brazilian supermodel girlfriend and time for bed.
I went to see the local pro baseball team. The first thing that I noticed was the lack of size of the players. Nica ballplayers are quite a bit smaller than their North American counterparts. The fundamentals seem to be the same. Batters working the count. Flame throwers using change ups to throw off the timing of the hitters, hit and runs and playing the percentages. I would think it would be similar to Double A Ball (but that is my uninformed opinion). All and all it was a great afternoon with perfect weather and a good opportunity to experience Nicaraguan culture. Go San Juan and stick it to those Rivas bastards.
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