One final day in Leon, one of reflections and relaxation. This week has passed in a blur. I have decided Nicaragua’s most visible difference is in the lack of Mayan influences. Everyone is in western clothes. The bright floral embroidery of the ubiquitous Guatemalan skirts and blouses have vanished here in favour of modern dress. Hot pants and tiny tops dominate. For both men and women and the visible 'others' in this liberal university town.
The most obvious sensory difference is the heat! Leon lies trapped windless under the blazing sun, the sauna sensation never ceases. The town is fascinating but beach walks, pool swimming, shady siestas, all absolute necessities.
Today has been a quiet day. Paul's father finally passed away peacefully last night after many years suffering from Alzheimer's. Not unexpected but it is times like this I want to be alongside my nearest and dearest. Being away makes me appreciate with fresh eyes how lucky I am to have my home and family waiting. I look forward to the return always when I'm travelling and miss them continuously.
Tomorrow I move on to Granada to continue my Nicaragua adventure. Until then, I sit quietly in the gardens here as twilight falls, the day draws to a close and I dream of England under the bright stars of the warm central American night.
The most obvious sensory difference is the heat! Leon lies trapped windless under the blazing sun, the sauna sensation never ceases. The town is fascinating but beach walks, pool swimming, shady siestas, all absolute necessities.
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| Birds following me along the beach |
Today has been a quiet day. Paul's father finally passed away peacefully last night after many years suffering from Alzheimer's. Not unexpected but it is times like this I want to be alongside my nearest and dearest. Being away makes me appreciate with fresh eyes how lucky I am to have my home and family waiting. I look forward to the return always when I'm travelling and miss them continuously.
Tomorrow I move on to Granada to continue my Nicaragua adventure. Until then, I sit quietly in the gardens here as twilight falls, the day draws to a close and I dream of England under the bright stars of the warm central American night.
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| Setting sun at the beach |
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