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fter enjoying the air conditioning of the car a little too much, we went up into a little cooler climate. Our first stop in the tri-state area (don´t worry, we are not in New Jersey) was Matagalpa. A quaint little colonial town nestled in the Nicaraguan mountains. We got a little bit of a sweet tooth and headed for a local chocolate factory. Here the process is almost completely done by hand (they still grind the beans by hand), and we got to taste the rewards straight of the forming blocks.
After a break tour, and some more sampling, we met the unique Dutch owner.
He has a strange love for chocolate, coffee, and the energy drink. After discussing current sociological trends among the design and marketing of energy drinks, we took the time to take some chocolate with us. It was a great place hidden amongst the trees and we were happy to have found it. We decided to only visit Jinotega. It is a beautiful drive up and over the mountains to the small town. We spent time reading up on the disturbing history of Nicaragua while sitting in the square. It is hard to think how much the US government can alter the history of such a country. Laura stopped for a little fun on childrens slide complete with razor sharp rusting sides (don´t worry mom, she is a professional and has her tetnus shot).
After brushing up, Laura drove us back over the mountains so I could take some pictures. After a night of relaxation, we headed for the third city in the area of Estelli. Hungry on the drive, we remembered that we had some leftover coconut bread. Laura shoved a piece in my mouth, and I thought... this tastes like blue cheese! After a graceful, yet childish motion, I spit the bread out the window and tried not to puke, and or drive off the road. It didn´t help that Laura was laughing to the point of tears, and did I mention we had nothing cold to drink! After chilling a beverage over the air condition, the dry heaving subsided. In town we went to a museum run by the mothers of the soldiers who passed away in the civil war. It was a great tribute and had some amazing murals. It is sad to see such an event effect a town, as the final battle was fought not far from here.
The next day on our way out of town, we headed a couple miles off the highway to a waterfall swimming whole. The water was cold, but the boys playing a version of water volleyball where quite entertaining. 
The drive to Leon proved to be one of the worst roads yet, and I was in need of a beer by the time we arrived
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fter enjoying the air conditioning of the car a little too much, we went up into a little cooler climate. Our first stop in the tri-state area (don´t worry, we are not in New Jersey) was Matagalpa. A quaint little colonial town nestled in the Nicaraguan mountains. We got a little bit of a sweet tooth and headed for a local chocolate factory. Here the process is almost completely done by hand (they still grind the beans by hand), and we got to taste the rewards straight of the forming blocks.
After a break tour, and some more sampling, we met the unique Dutch owner.
He has a strange love for chocolate, coffee, and the energy drink. After discussing current sociological trends among the design and marketing of energy drinks, we took the time to take some chocolate with us. It was a great place hidden amongst the trees and we were happy to have found it. We decided to only visit Jinotega. It is a beautiful drive up and over the mountains to the small town. We spent time reading up on the disturbing history of Nicaragua while sitting in the square. It is hard to think how much the US government can alter the history of such a country. Laura stopped for a little fun on childrens slide complete with razor sharp rusting sides (don´t worry mom, she is a professional and has her tetnus shot).
After brushing up, Laura drove us back over the mountains so I could take some pictures. After a night of relaxation, we headed for the third city in the area of Estelli. Hungry on the drive, we remembered that we had some leftover coconut bread. Laura shoved a piece in my mouth, and I thought... this tastes like blue cheese! After a graceful, yet childish motion, I spit the bread out the window and tried not to puke, and or drive off the road. It didn´t help that Laura was laughing to the point of tears, and did I mention we had nothing cold to drink! After chilling a beverage over the air condition, the dry heaving subsided. In town we went to a museum run by the mothers of the soldiers who passed away in the civil war. It was a great tribute and had some amazing murals. It is sad to see such an event effect a town, as the final battle was fought not far from here.
The next day on our way out of town, we headed a couple miles off the highway to a waterfall swimming whole. The water was cold, but the boys playing a version of water volleyball where quite entertaining. 
The drive to Leon proved to be one of the worst roads yet, and I was in need of a beer by the time we arrived
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