Sweet water islands
Chapter 12. The Atlantic Coast and its Caribbean pirates
Historical Center, Tlaxcala City, Tlaxcala, Mexico
Since Ometepe is in the middle of the lake, we kept going and soon had crossed over to its eastern side. Grandfather interrupted my reverie:
“Well, what did you think about the island; did you enjoy it?”
“Sure thing, I’m even ready to go back now!”
“My mother used to say that there’s more time than life, hon, but let’s hope we’ll come back together many times more.” Unfortunately, it wasn’t in the cards. Though I’ve been back a few times, I never got the chance to go back together with Grandfather.
“Do you want to hear an amusing name?” He asked with a grin. “This lake is also called Cocibolca.”
“You’re right, it is a strange name. Does it have a meaning?”
“Yes, of course! Incidentally, it’s in Nahuatl dialect. It means: ‘Sweet Sea’.”
“Cool, I love the name. It is such an uncommon lake. It’s big enough to give the impression that it is a sea, but without the salty water.”
“Precisely, my dearest onion-stricken granddaughter, Ometepe is the largest sweet water island that is known.”
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