Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
As the numbers roll in from the Asian Tsunami disaster, I am sitting on a small island. We have had some dramatic, high-sea-rain-lashing-sideways storms lately. These storms were violent enough to keep people from either leaving or arriving on island. The combination of the weather and news of a horrific disaster made me promise to […]
What could be more cool than getting a new washing machine for Christmas! I heard the motor of a panga and ran down to the beach to find this: The panga had already sped off after depositing this box on the shore. For the first time, I truly understand the psychology behing Cargo cults. Basically, […]
I have known Maribel (MAR ee belle) for a week, now. She is the queen of the kitchen and speaks mostly Spanish, whereas I speak mostly English. Every day, we are surprised to hear an unusual word in our language come out of the other one’s mouth. Today’s word was “Bingo!” Casa Iguana is famous […]
At Casa Iguana, the dogs are the security system. They bark whenever anyone approaches the hotel. They are a happy lot and work for fish, rice, and pats on the head. The nicest thing about these dogs is that they are free to run as a pack within the perimeter of the Hotel grounds. Because […]
Having made our way through 5 airports over a period of 24 hours (Maui, LA, Phoenix, Houston, Managua) we arrived in Nicaragua with over 300 pounds of stuff. Not surprisingly, the Managua airport, with its 200 or so spectators pressed up against the glass airport walls to get a glimpse of the arrivals felt more […]