Leave it all behind to live and work in Nicaragua
BIG CORN ISLAND-NICARAGUA
Giorgio writes about his move some years ago to a small island off the coast of Nicaragua.
In 1998, I decided to turn my life around and came to Nicaragua with my brother and a friend to work on the construction of an Italian hotel. Over time the original hotel project evolved into a rehabilitation center in collaboration with San Raffaele Hospital in the province of Milan. It was run by Nicaraguan doctors and aided by Italian doctors and technical professionals.
In 2003, as the project came to a close, I decided to stay, which took a lot of courage at age 67.
And that is how I came to Corn Island in the Caribbean Sea, a place I’d been to on holiday.
The Island is extremely beautiful, time has stopped and life is very simple here with no widespread tourism. Another Italian couple have a hotel here, and yet another Italian lives on a smaller neighboring Island (Little Corn Island) along with a few people from the United States. The natural habitat of the island is lush, there is always a breeze to mitigate the heat, and there are hardly ever hurricanes (the last was in 1980). The entire coastline is sandy and protected by a barrier reef.
A while ago I found a large piece of land for sale, and since I wanted to invest as well as live on the island, I bought it. Now I live in house built of wood, opposite the water, surrounded by quiet neighbors and a sea abundant with fish.
At the end of the day, those who fish for a living give their mothers and the elders the fish that can’t be sold to the companies buying fish to ship to Miami.
This company belongs to someone by the name of Morgan, who is the most important person on the island and claims to be an ancestor of a famous pirate. As a matter of fact, the first families to populate the island say that there was indeed an Englishman who was a pirate.
If you look carefully at the map of the island it is easy to see from the shape that it is the famous skull island.
On Corn Island they speak English and Spanish (the older people only speak English), they thrive on fish, and the rhythm of life is extremely slow (you need to have some patience because here the motto is ‘manana”…why do today what you can put off till tomorrow?)
Every August those descending from slaves celebrate the anniversary of the end of slavery, eating crab soup and drinking rum.
If you dream of changing your life around and living in a paradise, write me.
There is still land for sale here, and with some initiative there are plenty of opportunities…there aren’t any pizzerias or restaurants or craftsmen as creative as those you find in Italy…basically there is everything you need to fulfill a dream of life in the Caribbean.