joe and i sit in the laughing goat, a coffee shop art space located on pearl st in boulder, co. I have been in the country since yesterday afternoon. First watching people mill around the houston airport, cold and driven, then watching the smooth black pavement of rt 36 fly below me as we floated through rush hour denver traffic towards boulder in the cab of a red pickup truck named betsy. Betsy did good. Safely getting us to boulder where carrie and i got a sweet blue cruising bicycle fixed, honorably named rosquilla after the hard circular corn, cheese and lard coffee dunking cookies from nicaragua. I left nica with a 1 pound bag of them and now there are only 7 or so left and some crumbs kicking around in my pack.

it didnt felt like i was leaving, when i left, as i left, i felt like i was just day tripping to managua and esteli. The day tripping turned into a 4 week vacation to the united states. Unlike a month in china, england, or south africa, this is a month in the united states, it feels like im more of the foriegner here than i am nica.