“Mother. Why are you in Rivas? There’s nothing to do there,” my son once wrote when I reported where I was staying.
“Exactly!” I retorted, and the next few days were spent at an unhurried pace as I caught up on sleep and recharged my weary batteries. You won’t find tourists gathered at street-side tables, but you’ll find sun-drenched streets and locals who acknowledge your presence without trying to sell a trinket! Continue reading