So we didn't tour the Peace Boat because we ran out of time, but we got to pose by it and hang out for awhile. Here are some pictures of Puerto Corinto, as well as our lunch a la playa.
How many boys can we fit in the back of the truck?
Javier, their youth pastor
No fotos? Whoops.
Puerto Corinto was at its best for the arrival of the Peace Boat.
There were craft booths and tourism information everywhere,
including traditional food, clothing, and entertainment.
Dancers
We felt like celebrities. They acted like they hadn't seen white people before . . .
(This guy is taking a picture of me carrying Sally on my shoulders.)
I think we're in a Nicaraguan tourism video now.
Jesse with the map
My lunch:
Kids' lunch:
Apparently this surfboard was signed by somebody important
Beach photo ops
Cutting up the sharks that the fishing boats just brought in
Nicaraguan clowns? Seriously?
(Don't take a picture of them--they'll ask to be paid.)
Play time at the playa (rest time for me)
The sand is brown because it's volcanic ash.
And these pictures don't depict the intense humidity.
It was so dang hot. So hot. The ocean was warmer than a bath.
Lisa is a soccer stud! Who'd have known?
Sunset and another day ends in Central America . . .

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