Hey -

Scrolling through some old emails I saw your address, wanted to say hi from down here and tell you about Ocotal & Nicaragua.

Think dust, blankets of, drifting steadily, slowly through the air and settling briefly on uneven dirt rock and stone streets to be kicked up again by the next taxi, truck, rickshaw or bike that cruises by. At night time you can see it in the air, hanging like thin low clouds, during the day you feel it first on your skin in your sweat or on the lenses of your glasses.

But when you stop walking in the streets, catch a taxi 4 kilos out of town and start walking in the mountains its a different world. red soil, light brown pine needles cover the ground and you are walking through air so light and crisp its like drinking water, you stop under a huge pine tree, the strong wind rushing up the mountain side and you look down into ocotal, see the dust from here and smile cause right now you are breathing purity, untouched and blemish free its the perfect exchange, if you can find time for a hike a day.

Hows new york? Still cold? Still winter? I kind of miss snow right now, a snowball in the face would be sweet relief at anytime of the day here.

abrazos
demetrius