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Back in the States

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It’s been a week of travel and adventure making my way back to the US.  Flights out of Nicaragua were less expensive, and more convenient than flying out of Costa Rica, so I set about traveling north, this time twith some people.

The thing about traveling with others is that we’re a bit slower together, and there are more opportunities for frazzled nerves.  There is a quote about that:

If you want to walk fast, walk alone.  

If you want to walk far, walk together.

~Unknown

And so true, we did travel further together, albeit a bit slower, than we would have alone.  The highlight of the bumpy bus rides and dirty hostel rooms located over noisy bus stations (read: no sleep!), was the car rental.  My friend and I decided to splurge on a car rental since they are so inexpensive in the low season.  We had many mochillas and maletas, backpacks and suitcases with us, and the ride north to our final destination promised 3 crowded chicken buses and seven hours, versus a cool 3 hour ride in a rental car.

And cool it was.  Our little Corolla, which only costs us $40 for the day, came with air conditioning, a smooth steering wheel, and a radio with a spot to plug in a memory stick.  “Music!  We get to pick our own music!?!”  One half hour of instruction booklet reading later, and we were jamming to reggae and latin and world music as the beautiful green mountains of Nicaragua rolled by.

Mountaintop Trikonasana in the hills of Esteli

Mountaintop Trikonasana in the hills of Esteli

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Transitions

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It is so common, in yoga and in life, to fly through transitions.  I find it a very human reaction to be so focused on what is to come next that one neglects to consider the process of getting from here to there.  As Steven Tyler said, “Life’s a journey not a destination.”

It’s easier to focus on the transitions in Nicaragua because they take longer.  When you’re on foot and on a bus, your transition differs greatly than when you’re in a car of your own speeding from destination to destination.  I traveled this weekend to Esteli in Northern Nicaragua.  Below are some notes from the ride…

Romantic Latin music plays, accompanied by video, from the front of the bus.  Vendors carrying plastic bags of tomatoes and green peppers squeeze up and down the central aisle to sing-song calls of “Tomate, tomate, tomate!  Chiltoma, chiltoma, chiltoma!”  No need to travel all the way to el mercado for tonight’s meal.  The aire here is cooler , three hours North of Granada.  “Fresco, no frio,” I’m told when I mention the coolness to fellow travelers.  Fresh, not cold.

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