Living high on hog hill

I'm housesitting for two weeks at an amazing 3000 sqft house with a deck overlooking the bay with an amazing seating area if there is a breeze. When there is power (it goes off 4 hours each day on a rotating schedule) there is even hot water straight out of the tap. If not, there is no water and for some reason they installed electric appliences. Overall, though, its quite a treat. But the best part of it is the neighbors that I look down on. On one side is the new house being constructed by the first female president, Violeta Chamorro. On the other side are the pigs, tied to the tree in the neighbors lot, amongst the cocks that crow at all times of night (streetlights or just city cocks?) The pigs really squeal, loud if they are being fed, or not being fed, or if they are being brought from one tree to the next. Either way, pigs.

I like looking at the pigs from this Miami-Vice decorated house. It's a reminder that just because the gringo's have come in to build, it doesn't mean the locals need to go away.