I’m not sure where or when I first heard of Ometepe. I like to think that I chanced upon it myself, perhaps while roaming around the Central America region on Google Maps. (Does anyone else do this? I love to zoom into foreign lands, mouthing the unpronounceable village names and nearby landmarks, all from the comfort of my couch. No? Okay then…) Take a look at it yourself. Go on, type it into your browser. You’ll see that it’s an island… in a lake… on a very narrow stretch of land between the Pacific and the Atlantic.
At the time, I’m pretty sure that if I was playing a word association game, the only word I would blurt out after ‘Nicaragua’ would be ‘contras’. That wouldn’t really count for much, particularly as I’m almost positive that I missed that lecture in my Global Conflicts class and have never really understood anything about it, except that apparently Ronald Reagan was a bad guy.
But then we were going to Nicaragua. We’d had such a good time in Mexico the year before, we decided to venture further south for a another dose of Latin America. And so I added a couple of nights in Ometepe to our itinerary.