Ain't that somethin'! One minute, you're careening around Northern
Ontario with a rockin' band from Halifax and less than 20 hours later,
you are smack dab in the middle of a freshwater lake in Central
America. From a snow sheeted North Bay street to a dirty town road
leading to the guts of Moyogalpa.
Even more special than the beauty of this place is the fact that I get
to see a good friend in the process - Laura. Laura and her man Gary
moved to Moyogalpa over a year and a half ago and run a little
hostel/resto in the village core. They have the only cappuccino
machine on the isle - and the best damn food for miles around (if
you ever go, ask for Laura's eggs benny).
This place is pretty dang beautiful. Waking up each morning with
a massive volcano in your vantage point is something to be breathed
in and expectorated metaphysically upon.
We made it.
