Nicaraguan Rich
6/12/11
The market is a terribly beautiful place. When my soul was restless yesterday, I found peace nowhere else but the dirty, crowded, fly-infested chaos of the Jinotepe market. As the flow of Nicaraguans rushed past me in either direction, when I couldn’t decide how much to bargain for shampoo—nor how to bargain in any fashion whatsoever, when the creepy drunk guy professed his love to me, I realized I will always be against the current. I will never know the answers. And I don’t have to. I know the King who does. So you walk down...