Sometimes we forget to see that each day breathes beauty. I’ve found that in these blind, forgetful times the wind whispers secrets that carry us to places where we are reminded to look. Poste Rojo was just such a secret.
Time spent here felt like a gift, a secret hideout with an ever rotating kaleidoscope of characters, each a beautifully worn soul with mountains of stories to share. All the right pieces fell together while swinging mornings by in a hammock, and rambling late into the evenings with former strangers. I felt like myself in this treehouse, like I could have stayed tucked away in the jungle in Nicaragua for a lifetime. How sweet it is to feel at home when home is half a world away.
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I was in Granada last summer but never made it there, I wish I could have! Were you there for a while? I’m going back later this year and hoping to work there for a couple of months.
I was only there for a few days, but will be headed back come June. I think a couple months there sounds like a dream…go for it!
great pictures and exclent comentary