12.07.2012 - 12.07.2012
Endless fireworks tonight for the fiesta celebrating Nicaragua's patron saint. Tomorrow we will be in Isla de Ometepe, but for some reason I don't believe it. There's nothing unbelievable about it, and yet--I simply don't. I don't believe anything right now except the cannon-like booming of the fireworks and the crack in the wall lit by my headlamp. And the pillowcase crisscrossed by a dozen or so of my shed hairs.
I should sleep, else I will be tired and irritable tomorrow, which will lead me to write one of these entries where I complain about everything and seem ungrateful.