Nicaragua Day Two

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• Breakfast in bed: Rice and beans, otherwise known as Gallo Pinto, and Cafe con Leche. DELICIOUS.
• Among my Mom’s CD collection I found Mozart, Beethoven, Le Boheme and Alicia Keys.
• Lunch at the neighbors house, which was women only, was consumed with conversation over the recent suicide in town. Why did he do it? Who found him? Couldn’t he have waited until after Christmas? How was the wake? The answer to that last question was “The whole town was there, it was so much fun”, delivered without a hint of sarcasm.
• I ate the most amazing dessert ever: Buñuelos are made of yuca and cheese, mixed together, fried and served with a honey-like syrup. Fucking unreal. See the recipe here.
• My dad asked me “are you familiar with those animals?” while referring to lizards.
• We went to “La Galeria”, which is essentially a strip mall, for dinner, and my father ran into 9 people he knows, 7 of which were completely hammered.