Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Do you ever wonder where your old t-shirts go? Today I (Katie) was driving and I saw something that I wish I could have photographed, but was unable to. So I will ask you to use your imaginations and picture this: You're driving down a stone road in one of Managua's hidden crevices where two cars can barely pass each other. It's hot and you're sweating, you have your heavily tinted windows rolled down because your air conditioner isn't the greatest and you want a breeze. Then you come across one of your daily driving obstacles: a horse-drawn cart. These carts are usually a couple of boards stretched across a shaky-looking frame with a couple of wheels. The passengers sit on t-shirts or other items for cushioning. As you're passing this particular horse cart you see that the driver is not a skinny teenager as you often see, but rather a strong grown man. Then you notice his shirt, it's a faded gray and across his chest it says Girl Scouts. I believe Nicaragua is where your old t-shirts go!