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My lessons for Life
My lessons for Life Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates That was the last time we flew together. It was the end of a series of many wonderful occasions, we shared between us. Those wonderful moments that included lessons beyond the geography or history of Nicaragua; even though…
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An almost lost kingdom by the sea
An almost lost kingdom by the sea Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates “Once we had finished that seafood meal, lightly sprinkled with History, we flew back home. On our way back home, we talked about the Misquito Kingdom and what today is known as the Autonomous Region.” …
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Burning the pirated pieces of eight
Burning the pirated pieces of eight Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates While having lunch, the proprietor proudly provided us with an elaborate and detailed account of his family’s history. His name was Johann Bonn and he claimed to be a descendant of the infamous pirate woman Anne Bonne. …
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A baseball afternoon
A baseball afternoon Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates Once the afternoon cooled down, we held a baseball tournament in a field nearby. Everyone played for a while and though baseball is a serious matter, on that afternoon, we were out just for fun. In the evening Grandfather prepared a…
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Lobsters bathed in coconut sauce
Lobsters bathed in coconut sauce Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates As the morning wore on the camp had filled with visitors. The news of arrival had spread, and visitors from the town and its surrounding communities, showed up to say hello. All the fishermen had returned, so the camp…
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In the fishermen’s camp
In the fishermen’s camp Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates “Yesterday between my brothers and me, we finished mending the last of the three large fishing nets. With that money I fixed the outboard motor, and now, we’re ready to fish with the boat again, next Monday morning.” On our…
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A siren from the Atlantic
A siren from the Atlantic Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates There, tied to the various piers and anchored nearby, was a colorful assemblage of small fishing boats. Without hesitation, she led us to a boat painted in white with bright red, and she casually jumped aboard. We scrambled after.…
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The girl from the lagoon
The girl from the lagoon Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates I loved Grandfather’s sudden bouts of childhood. To me he was Peter Pan incarnated, brought back to life in full color and sound! He had the courage to stop being an adult for a long-lasting moment, and embrace the…