Fwd: Ometepe goodness

Ometepe has been wonderful, except for the mosquitoes. We are staying in a hostel in Myogalpa, the biggest town on the island. Our hostel is more like a house than anything else- the woman who owns it has two kids running around drawing, playing and watching TV at all hours, and there are chickens outside and two horses next door. I have to wear ear plugs at night because the roosters wake me up... I thought someone was yelling "welcome home, mom!" in my dream yesterday mornjng, but it was definitely a rooster crowing.

We've only really met one guy in our hostel, an interesting fellow from Chicago. He dons full-out outdoors gear - safari hat, shirt, cargo shorts, and those five-finger shoes - to walk around town, and he only eats fruits. And a few vegetables, when he makes a salad, blends it up and drinks it. It's called the 80-10-10 diet, and it sounds completely bizarre, though the guy is very nice.

This morning Emile woke up with a very swollen right eyelid, which had been sore since we left the states. He's been tough about the pain, but this morning was no bueno. After a hydrocortisone shot and something else shot in his butt at the hospital, he seems to be feeling better.