Little Corn, Nicaragua: Day 11

Between the morning bagels and muffins to die for made right here on the island at the Bagel House, finishing the book I’ve been reading on the beach while watching the impressive skills of the Sheldon kite surfers, rooting for Little Corn to beat Big Corn in the championship baseball game and all the goodbyes to all my new island friends nay my island family, I managed to hike almost the entire island in search of a lot I might soon call my home and I did all of this with a faint sense of premature nostalgia as I’m catching the panga tomorrow at 6:00 a.m. back to Big Corn in order to catch a plane back to Managua and then head to Country 65 – Costa Rica.

It is a strange sensation to leave a place you feel destined to return to. It’s different from the typical excitement I feel when heading towards my next country and my next adventure. I finally understand the phrase “bitter sweet” as I sit on my terrace with nothing and no one but the night lights sparkling from heaven above, the sounds of the waves crashing against the shores, the wind whistling its enchanting songs of mystery through the jungle trees and the fireflies to keep me company. My mind drifts into its most restful state unapologetically repeating there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home and I realize it may not be my mind but the ocean waves, the birds, the insects, the wind, the trees, my island that is symphonically whispering this to me and next time I close my eyes and click my heels together 3 times, I may return back to this magical place.

That’s all for now but sending you all  lots of love and magic from perhaps my new home.

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