Little Corn- uno

6am- Cleveland, Ohio to Houston

9am- Houston to Managua

2:30- Managua to Big Corn

(with a stop in Bluefields)

5:30- Panga boat to Little Corn

6:30- walk in the darkness to Little Corn Beach & Bungalow

Wow! I made it! For the past week I've been ridiculously excited and well... terribly afraid.

I sat on google and youtube watching endless amounts of video and reading crazy stories about the

panga ride over. Let me tell you, it was the BEST part of the journey. With 30 deep, we all sat and 

watched the sunset as the ocean breeze chilled our moods. A long track over for many...but the boat

ride confirmed the decision to venture to Little Corn. As soon as we reached the island many people were standing on the dock shouting names and holding signs. We quickly found Henry, a 15 year old island 

native. He came equipped with his wheelbarrel to carry our luggage. After a 10-15 minute walk 

through complete darkness, we arrived at our hotel( not only dark, but muddy, and through the center of a jungle). Henry brought our bags to the room and we checked in with Amanda. Amanda briefed us on all the rules and tips for the island. 

Am I in heaven?

My room is a bungalow 10 steps from the water. Crystal blue and turquoise waves

will be outside of my window for 9 wonderful days. This island has no vehicles, and the power

shuts off from 5am until 2pm. I cant use my cell phone, and better yet, no one can get ahold

of me. I love it.

For the first night on the island we ate at the hotel. I had red snapper with a red chili sauce and Bry went with the dry rub ribs. Both were great, we walked away with a nice buzz ( amazing pina coladas and margaritas) and a full belly.  

We enjoyed a few after dinner drinks and frolicked around the beach before crashing to the 

sound of the waves.

Goodnight Little Corn.

Vivere Grandi,

Ivy