So I’m back in the town where I spent my first 3 months in Nicaragua. I’m doing a four-day Spanish class before I go back to my home in Matagalpa. I’ll probably write more about this weird feeling of being back, but for now I’m gonna be quick.
Sometimes I feel like not much time has passed since I’ve been in Nicaragua. I sat down to eat lunch today, and Princesa, that tiny kitten who I loved during training, walked by me.
But she’s not a kitten anymore. She’s an actual CAT. I mentioned to my host mom how big Princesa had gotten, and then she dropped a bomb on me.
Princesa is a MAMÁ . I HAVE BEEN GONE LONG ENOUGH FOR HER TO HAVE KITTENS. THREE KITTENS. HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?!