Words cannot describe what I experienced over the past week. However, I will do my best to recount the experience through pictures and a poem. I had the opportunity to meet many new friends and we all explored Nicaragua together. I worked on a poem throughout the week and read it to the group before dinner on the final night. While you may not understand all that is said, I think you'll get the gist of it and I'll use pictures to help. On a few occasions, one of them during a morning yoga session, a truck drove by outside of the gate to our property. It was a produce truck with a guy on a loud speaker with the craziest sounding monotone voice you've ever heard. One of the phrases he called out was, "Platanos maduros, manzanas y cebollas." That means "ripe bananas, apples and onions".