You jump on the gas pedal and accelerate to nearly 100 mph before jamming the breaks of your Porsche to enter a 90-degree turn. You think the car is going to kick out from underneath you, but it doesn’t. Instead, you are propelled around and out the other side with rocket-like force.
My wife and I moved to Managua, Nicaragua, six years ago with our young daughter Amanda. The trail leading to Nicaragua began over 13 years ago when I was living in Northern Virginia, running the sales department of a mid-sized computer manufacturer. A friend of mine, Joel, called one Tuesday, said he had an extra ticket to Belize on Thursday, and would I like to go. I said “yes” and then asked, “where’s Belize?”