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December 03, 2009
Espina
My first visit to Nicaragua—the birthplace of my wife's mother, a place for which I have profound affection, and to which we return as often as we can—in 2005 coincided with the weeklong festival of San Sebastian. During the previous week we had enjoyed a horse-drawn coach ride around the colonial city of Granada—a town which has been dressed for wealthy travelers-and boated on the fresh water of Lake Nicaragua—a lake so large that you could drop Puerto Rico into it. We trekked up the paths surrounding the active cone of the Masaya Volcano, made our way through the bustling markets of Masaya and Jinotepe, and spent our last morning in La Boquita on a ten mile walk on the beach to the shore's point (which revealed another point beyond that) at dawn. All the while, we were treated to incredibly lavish and sumptuous meals prepared by our Tia Leyla as well as delicious foods in fine Nicaraguan restaurants. We were treated so wonderfully that our hearts were bursting.Originally from 'notes' a composer's life by daron hagen, ReBlogged by newmusicrebloggers on Dec 3, 2009 at 11:11 PM