Nicaragua
8 Julio 2003
We just arrived on Little Corn Island and we’re staying at a place called Casa Iguana. I am immediately in love with this place. It seems to be exactly what I was looking for. We’ve only been here a few hours and I’m feeling like I could stay a whole month. The best word to describe it is TREASURE. Or maybe, rather, Fantasy Island. I love this cabin with its comfy sofa and fluffy bed and patio that looks out to the turquoise/navy/aqua blue ocean. I love the lodge where you can drink tea/coffee, read and listen to chilled out jazz. Again, a TREASURE. It’s such a cliche, I know, and a horrible way for a writer to describe something, but F it - I’m inspired, I feel happy, I feel like I can rest here for a while.
Snap, crackle pop, the leaves of the palm trees go when raindrops hydrate with each drop blowing in the breeze in the afternoon tehy whisper and twitter sweet nothings and a “Hello, welcome to Casa Iguana where safety doesn’t hide in a holster beneath a blazer or luxury doesn’t mean room service and a concrete swimming pool.”
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- Posted in Nicaragua on July 8th, 2003
