XXVII. Ass No. 3

The story of the family vacation continues. While we were frolicking at the lagoon, we were also looking for accommodation for the night - not an easy task, especially so close to New Year's Eve!

Finally, Mom found a place to stay on a farm somewhere in the middle of nowhere. There was no address, only coordinates. Sounds perfect. Book. Drive.

We still had a little way to go after the sun had set. Unfortunately, the paved road slowly turned into a mud road, a dirt road, a... field? According to the GPS, we were just a few minutes away, but we were standing in the middle of a field in complete darkness. Fortunately, a passing coachman confirmed that the place we were looking for actually existed, and finally we stood in front of a not very inviting gate with a small paper sign on it.

Then an older man with a rifle came from behind, apparently the night watchman who unlocked the gate for us. We continued along the path in darkness. Another gate, behind it stomping hooves, gleaming eyes, and... another man with a rifle. Where on earth had we ended up?!

But then the relief came: we could come in, we would have a bed, everything was fine. Phew.

After this excitement, we met the owner of the farm, who quickly told us his life story. He was recently the president of the Central American Parliament, now he is the vice president, and he has held several ministerial positions, was once a hospital owner, and now he is a part-time fruit farmer. What?!

The next morning we were served a wonderful Nicaraguan-style breakfast...