by Eileen | Aug 28, 2014 | memoir, travel writing, Uncategorized
What jogs memories free? Like money in the pocket of a jacket you’ve checked a hundred times for change, and found nothing, until one day, there it is, small, yet important. Today I misplaced a pen I’d been using, and reached into my bag to get another,...
by Eileen | Jan 10, 2013 | chile, food and drink, memoir
I first knew I was in Nicaragua when I was sitting outside the Costeña (domestic) terminal in Managua, arguing with a man about what time it was (an hour earlier than I was hoping), when I glimpsed two security guards having a drink and a snack in the shade. Hanging...
