Nicaragua.

Nicaragua.

I feel as if it's pumping through my veins.
The people, the air, the culture.
I am simply in love.

I have been there 9 times in my life,
since I was 8 years old.
But, I never fell hopelessly in love with the country until last summer.
Now, in a month, going on my tenth trip there, I feel as if I may leap out of my skin.

I find myself constantly being drawn to the faces.
The faces who have nothing, yet there eyes dance so brilliantly.
I find myself smelling the scent of the streets, causing my mind to travel back and place myself on those very streets, looking upon those very people.

The Nicaraguan people are beautiful, precious, passionate, and alive.

So, here's to a month countdown until my eyes are once again privileged to look upon such a beautiful people.

Peace. Love. Joy.