When you live in Nicaragua, you just have to forget about logic. There is none. Examples, you ask?
Well, there was Sunday when Andrea and I attempted to take a cab to a restaurant and drove around for an hour with a taxi driver who claimed to know where he was going but actually didn't--and the minute we got out of the cab (at our request), we found another driver who knew exactly how to find the place we were looking for. After wasting 90 minutes. You would think that a cab driver would just admit when he was lost, but no. That would be too logical...
Then there is yesterday, when the power went out from 7am-12pm. And then again fron 11pm-4am. And then again this morning at 7am. Supposedly there is a schedule (again, logic) of power outages (4-6 hours in each barrio a day), but then again, maybe it's just a big joke.
And then there is the package I have been waiting 6 weeks for, which has yet to arrive, but a letter (thank you, Anya!) mailed to me on October 4th came this afternoon. Huh?
Logic? I think not.
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A friend of mine who was teaching in Hungary received a package two months after it was sent from the US, and it went through Indonesia first. Last time I looked at a globe, Indonesia wasn't between the US & Europe, but hey, this is the "logic" of living overseas. :) BTW her M&M's in the package also tasted like Pantene, YUM!
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