Welcome to the Jungle

Let's talk about Farm Peace & Love on Little Corn.

Its not a book....its a place here on the island.

In order to have dinner you must make a reservation 24hrs before.

Alan and Tom (friends we made at the airport in Managua) asked us to join

them for dinner and agreed that they would venture and make the arrangements.

There are many different routes and paths to take around the island, some much

more enjoyable than others. A few are slightly paved but mostly are made of dirt and rocks. Being on little corn is like a big camping excursion. Tom and Alan told us that their trip to set up the reso was pretty intense (and they did this barefoot). They took the beach route and then mud paths until they stumbled upon the house. I was assured that we would not be traveling that route.

We decided to meet at 5:45 to head out for the journey to the farm before sunset. Our dinner

reservation was at 7, and the walk was supposed to be about 35 minutes.

After the sun sets on the island it is pitch black outside and there are no lightposts

guiding your way. Funny thing is... the sun was already set by the time we started walking

and we were forced to find it with the light of our headlamps and the directions

they gave us at the hotel. We got the first 10 minutes of the directions right and from there it 

was all downhill. I swashed through mud, walked through (what I would call) a swamp,

saw HUGE crabs, heard many creatures crawling, and well we were lost.

Im not a big fan of this type of adventure. I felt as if I were on the show survivor or a cruel

episode of criminal minds and the serial killer makes the victim run through the jungle

before he cuts them up and feeds them to the pigs. If we would have recorded this I imagine it 

to resemble the Blair Witch Project- in a jungle. Anyways, there were so many paths,

and at this point we didn't have a clue what they originally told us. Finally, we saw a light. WE MADE IT!!! The smell of food confirmed that this was the right house.

All of us were drenched in sweat, and im sure you could read the horror on my face. My shoes

were caked in mud and my legs were not a pretty sight either.

Paolo brought out a bottle of wine for us and I can say that I have never appreciated a glass of wine 

more in my life than after that journey.

Dinner was amazing, and thanks to a better set of directions and our complete attention we made

it back in half the time. The path home was a million times better.

Our hotel is directly across from the town side.

First course pasta with a fresh tomato sauce.

Bry, Paolo, and me

All in all...I can't say I'd like to do that again, but I am glad I did.

Vivere Grandi,

Ivy