One month ago, my plane touched down in Nicaragua and me and my three suitcases I had packed up my life in passed through customs and security to meet my new team on the other side. It was all a bit … Read more about One Month in Nicaragua
I Saw My First Dead Body
Last week I saw my first dead body. I attended a Nicaraguan funeral. The 21-year-old boy and had died the day before. When I looked at his devastated family, I could see the pain twisted across their … Read more about I Saw My First Dead Body