Flying over Managua during landing, I looked down on its roofs and busy streets and realized it had been exactly a month since I’d last seen this view. A lot can (and did) happen in a month, and yet it also feels like I never left. It’s a feeling I could easily get used to.
Nicaragua is hot, first because we’re not used to the heat anymore (thanks, Boston, you frosty, frigid iceburg of a city) and second because it actually is hotter this time. Nicaragua is allegedly in the middle of its rainy season, but we’ve not seen even a drop so far.
We didn’t have any interviews lined up for today, a fact for which I think we were all grateful. We slept indecently late, charged our various batteries, and planned questions for our three interviews tomorrow (all of them before noon!). Arthur and Trevor watched some of Trevor’s DVDs of The Prisoner, a British spy show from the sixties, and I had a chance to do some pleasure reading. We’re going to have a busy day tomorrow, and it’s been nice to have some time to prepare.
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