The neighbor, Rob, likes to always interject with “T.I.N. – this is Nicaragua” meaning different rules govern the happenings around here. Last week, Elise’s friend, Mike came to visit and decided to buy out the fireworks stand. He asked how much for all the fireworks, the guy said “80,” Mike said, “Well, perfect, that’s all the cash I have” and that was that. Gigante had a huge fireworks show that night – a huge Roman Candles fight, a 75 foot string of explosives, a few rockets (some which did not take of from the sand), a huge bonfire (into which we threw the remainders of the fireworks at the end … not sure if that’s protocol), the whole shebang. Mike and his wife Polly ( a captain for an explosives unit in the army) led the charge.
Barry gets here tomorrow, and we go back together to the states in a week! I can’t believe this is really coming to an end. I will say, sometimes I am more ready than others. Like the time two weeks ago that we didn’t have running water for 4 days and had to shower in the reserve rainwater tank (the Pila) using a cup. Every time you wanted to use the restroom was a hassle, not even talking about feeling clean. The electricity and/or water has been going off every night since the storms have been pretty consistent here. That can range from a few minutes and don’t usually last more than 24 hours (except for the aforementioned time with the water).
