During a day trip to San Juan del Sur during our few days staying in Managua, we drove by our future home to check out the location. The doors were open and so we decided to politely ask if we could see the place and introduce ourselves to the owner who we knew was currently staying there.  He was very nice to invite us in and give us a tour.  It was great to see the place in person since we had been told that the pictures did not do it justice.  The place was beautiful and we eagerly anticipated our move in date.

The owner decided to vacate a day early so that we could move in on a Monday before Kharron had to start working later that morning.  We officially moved to San Juan del Sur on March 9, 2015.  I frantically unpacked, yearning to ditch the suitcases and finally hang up the clothes I spent the last couple months packing and sorting. I put new “Princess Crown” sheets on Azalea’s twin bed and unfolded the canvas storage bins and stuffed them with toys and dress up clothes.  I wanted Azalea to feel at home as soon as possible.  I needed the Mommy-guilt to melt away along with the undeniable stress this move has caused me. After months of packing and even longer of planning, I craved a place that felt like home.

I would say we settled in quickly.  I met up with Kharron’s mom who had moved into her place a couple days before, and strolled the streets of our new “downtown”. Kharron’s mom has never missed an opportunity to travel and when we told her of our plans to move, she jumped at the chance to join our adventure for 3 months. Over dinner we took turns dipping our toes in the water of the bay while the winds cooled our sweaty, relaxed bodies.  Yes, this is someplace I didn’t mind calling home.