Nicaragua was not kind to me. My luggage was delayed, I had a violent bout of food poisoning. My belongings were drenched with rainwater when a hostel roof collapsed, and I suffered through a debilitating, week-long illness.
And when my prized dSLR was stolen from my hostel dorm room? I had thoroughly had enough. (Are hostels safe? Analyzing the safety)
But if Nicaragua taught me nothing else, it’s that every single experience is valuable. Every experience shapes you; I learned from those hardships and am better off because of them. Travel comes with no guarantees except that it’ll be worth it. And now when I look back on those memories, I see Nicaragua through rose-colored glasses.