Nicaragua, like the water after which it is named, is ever and always changing. Its giant lakes become stormy seas, become a tranquil glasslike calm. Bright technicolour daylight burns into golden sunsets then to twinkling moon-filled starlight. Sorrow and pain dissolve and fade into redemption like aspirin in a glass.
Nicaragua, like the water after which it is named, is ever and always changing. Its giant lakes become stormy seas, become a tranquil glasslike calm. Bright technicolour daylight burns into golden sunsets then to twinkling moon-filled starlight. Sorrow and pain dissolve and fade into redemption like aspirin in a glass.
Nicaragua