Dreaming of a year ago in beautiful Nicaragua! We had the most amazing month on our honeymoon and, of course, I had to find an opportunity to ride! I found @ranchochilamate
If you want your soul recharged you have to visit this place (I very nearly stayed)! A lot of horses are rescued out of sadder circumstances and are treated amazingly, which was so important to me. Happy, wonderful people welcoming you in. It is amazing! 🥰
It was my first time riding Western and after a leisurely ‘trail ride’, we enjoyed an amazing gallop down Playa Yankee! I loved Durango such a fun ride! ❤️ One day, I’ll be back!
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(Caveat: always wear a 🎩 there weren’t any in Nicaragua!)
Bourgeois smoothies, pleasing potted plants and reflections on the sweetness of everyday life. A small act of kindness, the simplicity of providing freedom of movement at the roadside. Nothing more than a hitch into town.
The energy of this town is held in its streets. These dirt & stone pathways of connection hold thousands of footsteps of history & stories. You will not find stillness as you step onto the road. The first beam of light blankets the barrio. I wake up to the sounds of howler monkeys & roosters as the men are reaching for their machetes to begin their work. It’s not yet 7 & the repeated words of “JUGO JUGO” are heard from a block over; the vendors are making their daily rounds through each neighborhood. The wind kicks up the dirt & stirs the hen’s feathers as she guides her chicks to the other side of my house. As I begin my walk to town, passing by each home, I smile at the morning comradery between neighbors as I wave & we greet each other with a short, “buen dia”. The 8 main streets are packed with motos, bikes, & cars. The local women are in colorful aprons making fresh tortillas & I see men with tan flat baskets selling avocados & fresh produce. There’s an abrupt, “RIVAS RIVAS!!” as the chicken bus is making its last call before departure. A few steps away from the market, on the street corner, I hear a man ask, “taxi chica taxi?”. Meandering along the sidewalks, I bump into 5 friends as we briefly catch each other up on our yesterdays & day ahead, knowing we will likely see one another tomorrow. Backpackers catch my eye as they fumble through bartering with a local over handmade pottery. The sun dips down, the parrots swarm the trees singing their sunset ritual song & the kids make their way back home with skinned knees. The echoes of their laughter & boisterous voices linger along with 4 large rocks that represented the goal posts of their “soccer field” that day. It’s not yet 6 & the sun has gone to bed, but the energy livens. Families gather outside their homes in large plastic chairs circled around a small grill. I am tucked into a hill in the side of town, but I can still hear whispers of live music at the local brewery, the hymns being sung at the church, & the neighborhood dogs begin their barking banter using the howls of the feral cats as back up. I am only comforted by noise as I sleep now, because the energy of this town is held in its streets. 💙