No Shoes In Nicaragua

One of the hardest parts of our trip to Nicaragua was leaving the children behind.  Victor was a very special little boy who exemplified the happiness and heartbreaks we experienced during our stay:

“His dark brown head appeared from out of nowhere as the small pickup truck slowly lumbered up the rocky Nicaraguan road. Clad in bright yellow athletic shorts and a royal blue soccer jersey, he looked like many 9-year-old boys at my son’s Californian elementary school.

He shyly called “hola” as he hopped into the back of the truck. It was then I noticed his feet – bare, broad, and dirty. While he climbed aboard, I glanced at the muddy, rocky trail he had appeared out of and wondered where he had awakened that morning. ..”

Please follow this link to read the rest of the story about Victor and Nicaragua and how he stole our hearts.
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Jennifer Wolfe

Jennifer Wolfe, a writer-teacher-mom, is dedicated to finding the extraordinary in the ordinary moments of life by thinking deeply, loving fiercely, and teaching audaciously. Jennifer is a Google Certified Educator, Hyperdoc fanatic, and a voracious reader. Read her stories on her blog, mamawolfe, and grab free copies of her teaching and parenting resources.

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11 thoughts on “No Shoes In Nicaragua

  1. Dee says:

    Dear Jennifer,
    I don’t speak Spanish, so I’m wondering what your son said to Victor and what Victor replied. WE truly can see Oneness in children.

    Peace.

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