Está mojado

I arrived in Nicaragua just in time for the season change. Last week everything was defined by the fact that it was really, really hot. This week, we got our first rain storm of the winter. Even though we're still in the northern hemisphere, May-Sept. Is winter here— that means it rains everyday.

I'm quickly becoming enamored with the sky. The air has so much water in it that the cloud formations are beautiful. The weather changes rapidly, probably because its a small country dropped between two massive bodies of water. Taking pictures is tough because the moisture makes the air hazy, but sleeping under a tin roof that barely leaks, in a house cooled by the winds that brought the rain in and are already taking it out again is glorious... even if my running clothes and my towel refuse to dry.