The drive from Managua to San Marcos or La Conca is lined with the occasional pineapple stand where you have your pick between pineapples or pineapple juice. Whenever I take a microbus to visit friends in that area, we zip past these stands and my mind remains on the pineapples as I daydream of the day where I stop and indulge myself with one of the plump yellow fruits.
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