In Iceland, after about 3 months living there I recall writing a post about beginning to like licorice. The same is happening here with a fruit called nancita. It's a small yellow fruit with a pit. When I first smelled it on the street it was disgusting and when I was given nancite juice it tasted like feet yet I faked it and said to my host that it was very good.
Now the taste has grown on me and I go out and purposely buy nancites to eat. Yum! I love how every culture has its own foods that seem disgusting to others.
Since Nicaragua imports a lot of its music and television, I will end this post with a song from a Columbian soap opera:
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