The day started out super stressful and I thought if this was going to be any indication of how our trip was going to go, I didn't want to get on the plane. But I had to be optimistic and tell myself things were going to be ok.
Seven hours after leaving Salt Lake I looked out the window from the middle seat. I saw the lights of Managua and I felt a peace. I was home again. There is something about being south of the border that moves me inside and makes me feel calm.
Just now as I sit on the patio at our hotel, I look around me with the crickets singing, stray cats running to-and-fro, and feeling of the pure simplicity of this country. I love it.
I am home.
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