My Spanish is coming along well. For example, in San Juan Del Sur I learned that in Nicaraguan Spanish, “shuttle to the festival” means “pickup truck bed full of gringos”.
Met some dope Canadians in SDJS and did a Shot Ski with them. Me on the right:
Did some mostly miserable mountaineering up Volcan Conception, it was so cloudy that you can hardly see us in our victory photo, but it was entirely worth it. Krister, that counts as a legs day against The Agreement. Took almost eight hours to climb the thing, even though our group kept a good pace. Me second from the left:
We stopped at a huge waterfall, and after a rough ride up what would be called a “road” in Nicaraguan Spanish, we had to do some more hiking. Still sore from the Volcano hike the day before, I nearly died. Me after not dying: