The streets flood in minutes when afternoon storms hit this Colonial city. A teenager brings us inside his house to wait it out, and there are cold beers with a view of the cathedral when skies clear.
It’s a stunning city, offering protection on both journeys. The first time around it’s where we met the publisher of El CentroAmericano, who took us in so that his wife Yanina could nurse me back from a bout of malaria. She still recognizes me and the chance to thank her makes every bump on the road we’ve travelled worth it.
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