Today I:
1. am declared healthy;
2. found a 9-pair-pack of small star earrings;
3. get to see Miss Cindy again!

 
Also, I am so happy to be able to leave Nicaragua – one or two more nights in León, two nights in Granada, maybe a stop in San Juan del Sur, and then OUT.

Location, location, location. Let us, dear friends, take a tour of some private health clinics in Nicaragua. Because those are the only tours I’m going on of late.

Medical clinic tours continue. This time with intravenous drugs!

No, really, it’s interesting!

After an intensive 3-month training period, I have become the senior traveler in the C4 region of Central America. People ask me for advice, currency exchange rates, translation services, and geographic references (“is this Granada?”).

I’m a big ol’ know-it-all, so this feeds my ego much more than any “do you have a boyfriend?” conversation ever could. In elementary school our awesome music teacher created a musical called the Appletree Kids and one of the characters was a Hermione Granger-esque know-it-all. Andrea Somethingorother got to play her and I was SO JEALOUS.

Sit here, Grasshopper, and let me impart some wisdom

You might, dear reader, think this impossible; but rest assured it is both possible and highly probable: I am allergic to Central America.

I don’t want to be melodramatic and this isn’t one of those “allergic to Mondays” kind of situations. Central America is trying to slowly and painfully kill me. And, because Central America isn’t a person but a thing, that isn’t homicide, it’s allergy.

Let’s look at the evidencia …