I spent last week in beautiful Nicaragua.
I witnessed mind-blowing sunsets every night,
ate my weight in rice, beans and the occasional scrambled eggs,
felt like an ant on the widest beach I have ever seen,
ate fresh fish tacos,
took a catamaran trip to an untouched beach, returning to town just as the sun was setting,
rode a horse through the mountains, ending the trek with a refreshing bottle of Coca-Cola at the ranch,
saw rugged coastline upon rugged coastline,
lived the hard life,
and of course, ate some more tacos.