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The Hurricane vs. The Volcano

It seems like a lifetime ago already since I said goodbye to Florida. I came to Nicaragua with a desire to live on the beach. A stress free, lupus flare free life is what I was hoping for. No matter where I am, I tend to push just a little past my limit. It's how I got the nickname The Hurricane. I've been told time & again that I am a force of nature. I am just being me. 

This past weekend, I met a couple of really cool guys & we all decided to climb and then slide down the side of a volcano. Cerro Negro is an active volcano that erupted last in 1999 and is a force of nature as well. I, being the chocolate diva that I am, loves the fact that it has the word Negro in its name lol A few years ago when I went to Chile, I visited Pablo Neruda's home in Isla Negra, it is wonderful to know that these are places of unparalleled beauty. 

Anyway, I am not going to bore you to death with all the details but I will say that since my diagnosis, this was the hardest thing I've done physically. I will be honest, I barely started up when I announced I was turning back. It wasn't because I wasn't determined to do it but it was because I really didn't want to hold the fellas back. These guys said, nope, you're going and we will be here for you every step of the way. They took turns holding my hand up the side, carried all of my gear including my water and celebrated with me when we boarded down the other side. I wouldn't trade the experience of getting to the top or who I reached the pinnacle with for all the rice in Nicaragua (trust me, there's a ton of rice down here).  Here is something better than me yapping about it. Yay! Video!

Taking a break (one of many) on Cerro Negro.

Taking a break (one of many) on Cerro Negro.

Large Iguana's at the base of the volcano

Large Iguana's at the base of the volcano

Although quite breezy the higher up we ascended, you could feel the heat coming from the ground. This picture really does not capture the real beauty of Cerro Negro. 

Although quite breezy the higher up we ascended, you could feel the heat coming from the ground. This picture really does not capture the real beauty of Cerro Negro. 

Every time I look at this picture I think...wow, 10 or 15 years ago, I was afraid of heights and then I think how wonderully majestic the landscape of the world is. 

Every time I look at this picture I think...wow, 10 or 15 years ago, I was afraid of heights and then I think how wonderully majestic the landscape of the world is. 

Whew! That was hard work, happy to be back in the hammock :-)

Whew! That was hard work, happy to be back in the hammock :-)