1.15.17 Nicaragua: Adventure and Amor

17As we drove through the dystopian industrial wasteland of New York/New Jersey to Newark Airport,  the sun had not yet risen.  At 5:30 am there was already traffic, and the ambient light mixed with the fog/steam/smog gave everything an oppressive, reddish glow.  It was pretty grim. However, we were about to travel to another world! After…