Articles tagged with nicaragua:

Guestest With The Bestest, Part IV

Aug052012

So although we’re winding down this guest posting grand experiment here on Go Pink Boots, we’re doing it in style, with a piece from novelist extraordinaire and my good friend, Carolyn Turgeon.

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Thank You, TLC, Wherever You Are

Dec242011

Well, it’s that time of the year again. The most wonderful time of the year, in fact. The time when we kiss goodbye the previous twelve months, throwing open wide our arms and embracing the next dozen. It’s a time for letting go of the old and ringing in the new, for reflection, for honest appraisal, for fresh starts, for…champagne. Lots and lots of champagne. And even better, it’s also the time when GPB comes out with our year-end wrap-up. It’s our look back at the highlights of the past 365 days, condensed nice and neat into a Top Ten List.

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Pink Boots' Top Three What the @*%$ Am I Doing Nicaraguan Moments

Nov072011

While there were many moments during the almost three weeks I spent tooling around Nicaragua that shook, rattled and rolled me to the soul with their beauty or grace or humor, there were also a few – not surprisingly, perhaps, to this website’s regular visitors – that left me wondering, What The @*%$ Am I Doing?

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Latin Love

Oct282011

Beaches stormy-shrouded and sunny, volcanoes and jungles, rebels and madmen, destitute villages and colonial cities. Nicaragua seduces with it all.

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Jill vs The Volcano

Oct172011

I’m in the back of a taxi speeding down a Managuan highway, spatters of rain smearing the windows, making the crumbling concrete, rusted metal-roofed buildings beyond dance and distort. We pass a horse-drawn cart moving slowly in the opposite direction, a cow improbably grazing on a highway median, but mostly this outer ring of the city is gas stations and garbage, motorcycles and seedy bars where I might take my life in my hands if I were to enter, though I yearn to do so nonetheless. Though my driver, a pleasant man named Luis, is bilingual I am silent, absorbing it all. This, I tell myself, is Nicaragua. I’ve been here one day. I’m already in love with it.

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