To Thelma's house we go

My dear friend Alessandra Hurtado is from Nicaragua, though she has spent most of her life in the States. She had invited me to go to Nicaragua with her last September and stay with her mom, who has a house in Managua. I stayed with them for a week and had a great time, think that's when I started to fall in love with Nicaragua.
Thelma, Alessandra' s mom, retired back to Nicaragua about 3 years ago with her husband. They were planning to live out the rest of their lives in the land of their birth. Unfortunately, he died about 6 months after they moved. Something about best laid plans comes to mind!
Thelma stayed on and lives in a beautiful house, just down the road from the American Ambassador's house. Her husband was a collector of art works from all over the world and the house is like a museum. Thelma has two full time maids to help her keep it up. They are the most wonderful ladies and great cooks also.
I had told Thelma I would be coming back to Nicaragua in the spring with a couple of friends and she said to come visit her when we arrived.
At this point in our travels it had become evident that we needed brakes, so we arrived at Thelma's door with a request for help in finding a mechanic. She soon sent Sean off with her driver, Alejandro and Rita and I settled in for the afternoon. Which turned into a 3 day stay! Lazing by the pool and having Juanita cook for us, what bliss!
When I was down in Sept. I had met some fabulous Nicas (you know who you are). I called them from Thelma's and arrangements were made to come pick us up and take us out on the town. Bea showed up in her new Toyota SUV (very nice), told us everyone had rearranged their Friday night plans and would meet us at a local bar. Rita, Sean and I all looked at one another and said " it's Friday", Rita thought it was Tuesday, me Thursday and Sean said he had no idea what day it was! Such is life on the road!





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Location:Managua, Nicaragua