The Day of Waiting

La Dia de Esperanza started back  at the clinic waiting to see a urologist, but as he was operating in a hospital I settled down to read Giovanni Belli's account of life in Managua.
A richly evocative tale of growing up in middle class circles, marrying early, working in advertising, getting drawn into the underground Sandiniista movement, fleeing to Costa Rica, helping organize the revolution, meeting Fidel Castro, the eventual overthrow of the Somoza dictatorship and ending up in California. The Country under my Skin is a captivating book.  
After another examination and more soothing words from the urologist, I went to Indira's parents for a lunch of vegetable soup from Camaguey and then headed off for the airport.
The airport was bedlam - full of people, long queues - the lights even went out at one point. But after an hour or four, Sara, Alice, Ben and Sabrina arrived, tired after a long long flight. They were hungry and thirsty but luckily we managed to get  sandwiches and water at the casa particular before surrendering to sleep.