I don’t really send mail in Nicaragua – the post office is this great corner building in RIVAS – an old colonial building with the entrance sliced diagonally across the corner closest to the street, exposing the two foot thick adobe mud walls. Inside its dark and cool with just a small glass case of colorful stamps bearing the images of Nicaraguan birds, and insects and fauna and a dark, worn, wooden counter flanked by numbered post boxes. Our number was 28, the key was on a plastic keychain with an old 50s pinup photo, but it has been years since the box has received any mail. When we first moved to Nicaragua my mother-in-law would send newspaper articles and birthday cards. The boys would receive letters covered in hearts from girls at the school they were no longer attending in the states. I would get postcards from friends travelling other far flung places with postmarks that went back weeks even months. After a couple of years the mail stopped coming or just got more irregular. We stopped checking for mail and we most likely neglected the rent on the box. I should check for mail, maybe there’s something in there waiting to be picked up. There is nothing better than a handwritten note, postmarked from a far-flung location with an exotic stamp!
Besos y Abrazos de Nicaragua,
Susan, Two Brothers Surf Resort
