Interesting conversation always seems to come about with cups of coffee. Today I sit in Common Roots, a quaint cafe on Lyndale Avenue in Minneapolis. I've recently returned from a month in Nicaragua and it's been a morning of reminiscence. In four short weeks I learnt so much - to turn corn masa into lop-sided tortillas, to catch mini-waves and unsteadily stand upon my surfboard, to spout out a bit of Nica spanish slang, and to navigate my way around sunken shipwrecks fifty feet underwater.
Still, more than these personal achievements, what carries greater significance are the moments I spent with many great people in Nicaragua. I'll never forget the stories that were exchanged in Ciudadela, Managua with my host family, or the adventurous backpackers I came into contact with in San Juan del Sur. We met as strangers, but quickly became friends over cups of coffee.
