Change of luck..

We spent a lovely week in Leon, preoccupying ourselves only with how to fit all of our food cravings, pool time, and meeting new friends into our days. We met a funny and sweet Norwegian gal who introduced us to Leon's artesans (one of which gave me a beautiful pair of sea shell earrings) and a wonderfully sweet law student who not only hung out with us but graciously catered to all of our needs (not to mention our silly whims). We spent a beautiful, sunny, lazy day at the beach, wondering whether we should play in the sand, lay in the sun, eat fruit or drink beer first- what decisions we were forced to make! At night when the air no longer was suffocatingly hot, we would wander around, finding music or (of course) food.

One morning we discovered that the after-hours bar we had been drinking in the night before actually had been a Sandinista worker's bar, and also where the dictator Somoza was assassinated. Our Norwegian friend told us how her Spanish teacher remembers hearing the screams of prisoners being tortured and killed at the prison a few blocks from her house. All of Leon is like a living, breathing, historical monument and all of the movement and the stories and the people are quite addicting. Maybe I even left my heart there.