A tiny fishing village 20km west of León, Nicaragua with nothing much other than a helluva lot of soul. Don't expect to live in any kind of luxury here, but that's the best part! The limited accommodations in number as well as conditions is exactly what attracts the most wonderful people you'll ever meet. Expect a handful of tourists that all speak fluent spanish (or pretty damn near close to fluent) and define what "down to Earth" means. When I wasn't kick-boxing the ocean (because the waves were a wee bit strong), dragging a surf board (because I couldn't ride it) and swimming-on-the-spot (not because I miss aerobics classes up north, but because the current wouldn't let me move forward), I was simply drinking beer and learning about the lives and adventures of three Brazilians, a Swede, an American, a Guatemalan, and a Mexican and they were all absolutely invigorating. Yet another place I didn't want to leave and that I'll revisit one day, although, because of its gorgeous location, I fear "real tourism" might infiltrate and ruin its carisma sometime in the next decade. Here's to hoping that doesn't happen.
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