First off, I need to apologize in advance if I get a bit loopy towards the end of this blog post. I just took a sleeping aid, and I expect it to kick in right about when I should be finishing this post. I just got back from Bali and my sleep cycle still hasn’t synched in with the Calgary summer nights. yes poor me, right? heh.
So I left you off with me going back to the beach lodge suuuuuper early in the morning.
Well, sitting at the breakfast table were 3 guys, and I can still picture the look of surprise and intrigue on their faces as I was walking from the entrance towards the coffee. I went to sit down and take my pack off and ordered some breakfast and enjoyed my delicious Nicaragua coffee (seriously, it’s so damn tasty). And the guys were all talking to themselves in some foreign language and I was thinking “man, these guys are rude.” Haha typical Canadian.
The manager came to greet me and then he introduced me to the three guys, and made some joke how he had convinced me to come back when he told me that there were three Norwegian men coming to stay for a week. I laughed it off, had a sip of coffee, and then the guys continued to yap at eachother in what I knew then was Norwegian. I still didn’t learn their names, and I was in between wake-up and coffee, so I wasn’t about to make a solid effort to learn while my brain was still trying to get off the Chicken bus.
We all kind of minded our own business until later that day, the guys were sitting having a beer at the bar, and I decided “ah fuck it” and went to go try to involve myself. Well, mostly I just was craving a rum and coke, but hey, no harm in chatting up with a few Norwegian dudes. I finally learned their names. Well kind of. Apparently my Canadian mouth doesn’t make Norwegian sounds. I’m going to leave the names out of this, but if you’re Norwegian, or if you know Norwegians, you’ll understand.
We all had some pretty good conversations, mixed in with them talking to eachother in Norwegian. Seriously…. so rude!* haha. We compared travel times, and I found out they were doing a very lengthy central America trip and that this was the very first leg of it. We chatted about surfing and turtles and maple syrup. They seemed like pretty cool guys after all. Any guy who allows a Canadian to divulge on their love of maple syrup had to be. They tried to tell me that Norway was known for their salmon, and I basically replied with a “Bitch please! Canada has some pretty solid salmon as well!” And I started to figure out that other than language, Norway and Canada were pretty damn similar.
Over the course of a couple days, I began to really bond with one of them. Let’s call him Paul. I would sit at the top of the yoga platform and “read my book” but I was actually up there watching him surf. Haha creepy, I know. He was super into photography, and was always nerding out on the computer on Lightroom. I am an avid photographer, so it definitely was neat to meet someone who loved it as much as I do. One afternoon we went for a walk on the beach together to find cheaper cervezas at the other side of town. We joked about maybe I could marry a local and open up a surf camp. The conversation was easy, and there was a little bit of playful teasing and banter, yet I had no idea this guy was actually really interested in me. Either I’m oblivious to any type of flirtation, or Norwegians just really suck at it. Kidding, kind of.
One night there was a huge lightning storm and the power went out. Everyone was up on the yoga deck watching the lightning flash over the ocean. I brought my camera to catch some of the action, and there I see Paul snapping pictures of the storm too. He let me borrow his tripod (how romantic, lol) and we sat side by side taking pictures of the lightning. And I hate to disappoint you, but at this time, I still was completely oblivious that this guy was interested. And he was a gentleman so he didn’t make any first moves. But I also have to admit, I did really want to kiss him. But I’m a chicken and so was he, so that never happened. Que the trombone: wahn wahhhhn
My time there was coming to an end. The last night, I met another Albertan. The Norwegians were nowhere to be found, so the fellow Albertan and I went down the beach to a hostel and met more Canadians and we all partied. It was pretty fun. I had a ton of American money to get rid of, so I kept on buying the whole place rounds of “glitter shots” which was a shot of rum with your eyes closed, while the bartender threw glitter on you. One of the best nights I had in Nicaragua.
The next morning, I discovered I was locked out of the bathroom (I had a shared bathroom between me and another guest, and they locked my door in the night and forgot to unlock it) So there I was, 6 am, in all my sparkly glory, heading over to get some much needed coffee before my journey back to Managua. And there, sitting at the breakfast table was Paul.
“Where did you go last night?” Was his first question. I told him, and mentioned that I did look for him and his buddies but couldn’t find them. That’s when I learned they were napping because of the jetlag.
“Why are you covered in glitter?” was his second. Which, really probably was his first but he probably hoped to get that answer with the initial question.
I explained to him my situation and he laughed. And I think he made some comment about how cute it was, and I, like the idiot I am, just laughed it off. He was disappointed that I was leaving that morning, but we both shared how awesome it was to meet each other, and he asked for my Facebook. And we went our separate ways. Sometimes when people ask for your Facebook, they never do add you, so I had very little expectations.
I eventually made it back to Canada, after joining up with my friend after her hike, and we shared stories and both caught up on some much needed laziness on our last day in Nicaragua before our 6am flight the next morning. I was positive that I wouldn’t hear from the cute Norwegian I should have kissed, and I regretted not getting his Facebook. I was hoping he was having a blast.
*I learned later on that they were secretly commenting on how cute I was, and that I drink too much rum. Haha.