Confined to my room due to a tussle with an intestinal anomaly I have decided to attack my boredom with a bout of writing.
This morning at around 5 AM I was speaking with our very wise night clerk, Russell. In comparing our cultures he told me the Americans are ruled by time and Nicaraguans rule time….then with a smile he added, that’s why we are always late. But happy I might add.
I told Russell that I thought the greatest gift one can have is be able to recognize the moment one has reached the state of happiness.
I had it and let it go. Russell described it to me when he said that all he wants is his kids to remember him as he remembers his dad.