731 Down, 47 Days to Go

I would love to say that the two years have gone by so quickly that we haven't noticed, but that's not entirely true. It feels like it's taken forever. However, one perk is finally be able to tell taxi drivers that we've been here for two years and be telling the truth. Two years ago today we came to Nicaragua; we recapped our first year already.

In the last year we've had fun with all of our visitors. We survived a transportation strike, Revolution Day, a drug bust, getting sick and having stuff stolen.

We finally found a new house, and then tried to have things fixed in said house. We made a trip home and ended up with a broken-legged puppy, but she made a full recovery, fully able to wreak havoc again. We took in a street dog and tried to give her away, but she ran away instead. Dora got a brand-new (misguided) look and found a new BFF in Luna.

We celebrated the election of a new president in the US, Thanksgiving with friends, and survived the Nicaraguan mayoral elections.

We talked about how to do laundry, tried to channel supernanny, and got introspective about the value of our service.

Right now we have just 47 days to finish our work, say goodbye, and empty our house of 2 years' worth of accumulated junk. Right now we are ready to be home with family, friends, gringo food, and, we can't lie, air conditioning.

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