Nicaragua, Smoothies and Grace

Yesterday, I returned to Louisiana after a week’s stay in Managua, Nicaragua. I was scouting out mission and non – profit groups for further projects. It was hot. I was raised in south Louisiana, and I choose to live here now. I have spent entire days fishing in the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico. I know what hot feels like. Furthermore, I have complained countless times about the heat here in Louisiana.

sweaty lady

Nicaragua has tropical heat, which is a whole different type of heat. It’s the type of heat that causes your hair to  look really ugly, sweat to pour out of ALL pores of your body, and most importantly, your brain cells go on slow mode to prevent shutdown. You just can’t think in that kind of climate.

I got heat exhaustion, though I did no labor or exercise other than walk to restaurants or take a plate of food to a table. My head  hurt, people in the room began to float in space, and I felt faint.

Furthermore, I lost the ability to speak in complete sentences, either in English or Spanish. It was the delirium of the mind that caused the greatest concern. I am seldom at a loss for words. I tried Spanish first, since I find it best to speak in the native tongue of a region if one can. It’s the polite thing to do.  Then, I would try English. Sometimes Cajun French would escape my lips, the language of my people.

 Nothing. Nada. Rien. I was dumbstruck. Nothing I said made much sense.

Air-conditioning helped. I sincerely believe God gave air conditioning to all peoples on the sixth day when he created mankind. Air conditioning made the Sabbath, the seventh day, possible, so that man (and woman) could rest.

best thing in NIca.jpg

However, what helped the most was smoothies. Frozen concoctions, made from ice, liquids and fruit, became my salvation. I drank a coffee smoothie each morning. Who could or would drink hot coffee if the temperature is nearly 85 degrees inside the house early in the morning? (My hosts did, but I’m not in favor of this at all. Sheer foolishness to add heat to a hot body.)

Later on, in the afternoon, I would find a coffee shop for a fruit smoothie. Salvation is a gift from God to deliver us from evil. Well, I was saved, in a sense, by smoothies.

Amazing. Grace is labeled amazing. Yes, that’s true. I believe that.

Smoothies are amazing, too. It’s how I survived the tropical heat of Nicaragua, and in the process, learned gratitude for Louisiana heat. Louisiana, as hot as you can be, are not nearly as hot as Nicaragua.

Grace. It’s amazing. So are smoothies.

4 thoughts on “Nicaragua, Smoothies and Grace

    1. I could live on smoothies and shrimp po-boys for the rest of my days. Did they have Smoothie King when you lived in NOLA? It’s a local franchise. In the city, there’s one on nearly every block. We have 2 or 3 on the Northshore, too. I liked Nicaragua. It’s clean. Lower crime rates. Socialism/communism keeps people poor but HONEST. They shoot first, then ask questions down there. Like Cuba, the people are well-educated.


      1. No Smoothie Kings in my New Orleans. I left there almost 34 years ago. You were in diapers. And yes, communism keeps people poor and honest, but not honest in a good way but honest at gunpoint. As for people being well-educated, it’s hard to be well-educated — only in non-ideological fields like math and engineering — when communists run the classes.


      2. I was 20 years old! However, you are correct. South Louisiana was not yet the home of the ever-present Smoothie King locales. Nicaraguans, like the Cubans I have met, often are educated well. I met many who were quite proficient in English and French, which serves as a wonderful gateway to other worlds if they should pursue another life outside of Nicaragua.


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