PAN DE VIDA
“Where the hell did this place come from?” was the first thing I thought as I took a bite of banana cake. “Thank you baby Jesus!” was the second thing I thought as I took another. “$%!*!” was the third, as I realized I was headed back to Managua that very day. I immediately checked my pockets for money to see how many loaves of brick oven cheddar bread, chocolate chip cookies and banana cake I could afford to take back with me. I stocked up and returned to the MGA, deciding I was glad Pan de Vida wasn’t closer to home because if it was I would likely be fat and broke.