The First Women Surfers of Nicaragua
I just came back from an extended trip in Central America. There is something about that place warms up my bloodstream, making my veins swirl with a spicy happy. I love the people’s smiles, ignorant of their poverty. I love the smells of street food, grilled bits that tingle my nostrils. I love the sound of the ocean, the waves seemingly omniscient. What I do not love about Central America