Plastic Farm AnimalsCamille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
It amazes me how quickly the weather can change from hot and still to blustery and then back to tranquilo. A week ago Sunday, the seas were so high that no pangas went out. Everyone who was here stayed here and no new people arrived. Trouble came to the island along with the storm and […]
The word for ant in Spanish is Hormiga (oar MEE gah.) We’ve seen quite a few Iguanas during our past 4 months at Casa Iguana but those sightings are way outnumbered by our daily ant sightings. So many that we have nicknamed Casa Iguana, Casa Hormiga. We are routinely mesmerized by the tiny crazy ants, […]
We’ve been wondering about this for years: “Where does all the hotel art come from?” It must come from wholesale art clearinghouses, which specialize in non-specific, un-obtrusive and inexpensive art. And what about the artists? When an artist creates something worthy of reproduction in the hundreds, it must be like a recording artist getting an […]
Today’s shopping foray in the big city of Managua involved a trip to the FarMart with hopes of purchasing a pair of hair clippers. We began our journey by asking the women at the front desk where to find the store. All three took a stab at conveying, in the correct blend of Spanish and […]
The other day I saw something that really turned my stomach. No, it wasn’t the dead gecko in my notebook or the rotten pineapple behind the kitchen, or even the sight of Walker hacking up a wad on the porch – it was a Newsweek. I have not read a news story since last year […]