I am pretty oblivious to sex for hire. I do not believe I have ever looked at a situation and, on my own, concluded the relationship was for hire. Not in Asia, not in Vegas, not in the most obvious places. What threw me off last night was that the two local 'working ladies' were with my Spanish School teacher. At first, it seemed like a normal group of young Nicaraguan women having a few beers and enjoying a Friday night. After a bottle of the local favorite, rum, and the departure of the teacher, the night turned. Even after two guidos joined them with undeserved confidence and the girls took turns testing out each of them, I merely thought the girls were drunk and 'open'. It wasn't until a fellow Michigander pointed out they were 'working' that it all came together. At that point, guido number two disappeared and the ladies fought over guido number one (the guido with his shirt open to mid-stomach, not because the buttons were undone, but because they didn't exist). It was great people watching.
There are many small, secluded beaches in San Juan Del Sur. Today, we went to Madera, the local surf beach. Despite the surprisingly frigid water temperature, I rode a few waves and was pleased with my performance. Playa Maderas is beautiful. From San Juan Del Sur, it's a 5-mile, 30-minute rollercoaster-esque ride certain to induce fears of death-by-pothole for even the most seasoned traveler. The wind at the beach was insanely strong, confirmed gale force. It constantly feels like mother nature is misting you with sand and, every once in a while, reaches out an arm of sand and smacks you in the face. It is unlikely that I will ever remove all the sand from my ears.
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