¨Dis iis goot.¨-a Slovian man as we bobbed and swam in the ocean.
There are so many things to say. I've never felt so full of stories before... then again, maybe I've always carried stories with me, it's just now that I feel as though I need to write every one down. Unfourtunately I haven't found the time. This is my last time 'in town' before I head back to Lagartillo. I only have one week there before I make it home. I'll will be living though and out of my last stories in Nicaragua and will soak up every porch-sitting, bread-making, conversation-filled minute.
For this reason, I am not throwing out any stories. Well maybe just one. I have been traveling for the past few days and finally managed to make it to the coast. I did a lot of swimming (being born and raised on a peninsula will do that to you), but unfortunately, I am a fresh-water fish. Once you swim enough times in Lake Michigan, the salt just seems a pest. However, myself and a few others from the hostel were swimming for hours; catching waves and body surfing. For almost every wave that came up, this Slovanian man (quoted above) would either catch the wave or encourage me to take it. 'Dis iis goot!' he'd shout. And as much as I love body surfing, this particular day I'd let the waves crash right above me. It's that moment right before the whitecaps break where you can see the sun through the liquid wall moving towards you that brings so much excitement and security. It seems as if there is no way out, but all you have to do to avoid the foamy blast, sand in the hair, and flips against the ocean bottom is to dive through the wave coming your way. It isn't so often that a person can dive through a moving wall. I am sure there is some metaphor there but I am leaving it at that. It felt great just to be in the water again. All of this got me thinking of many other things that I can't quite pinpoint as I sit in my hostel, hours before I need to catch my school bus back.
For now, I just happen to agree with my new Slovanian friend. Yes, dis iis goot.
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