Into the Wild Spaces

The passing centuries haven't changed the rhythm of La Flor, a quiet Pacific cove in the south of Nicaragua. Every year between July and January, this particular Nicaraguan beach is the scene of a massive turtle nesting, when the Paslama turtle arrives in hordes to lay eggs in the beach sand. Weeks later after sundown, hundreds and hundreds of baby turtles smaller than the palm of one's hand claw their way out of the shell and make their way down the beach to the water's edge.

La Flor was a long long drive away from Managua, but the night Ericka and I were there the moon was full; and the magic of the moonlit coast, the soft waves breaking on the sand, and the hundreds and hundreds of little turtles heading out to sea were unforgettable.