learning Spanish and life lessons

Right now, I want to be in Nicaragua. I want to sit on a chair in a doorway and not do anything, just soak up the warm weather and sun and Spanish. I want to ride in the back of a pickup truck, standing up, with the wind in my hair and the bright stars above me. I want to have a tiny house with nothing in it, just fresh fruits. I want to shower with a bucket and not be able to flush toilet paper. I want to watch the crazy dogs go by and be woken up by the pan man and the pescaro. And then I want to talk to Linda and Suleika and learn more spanish. I don't want to be surrounded by so much stress; I don't want to worry that I'm not doing enough. I just want to know that what I'm doing is something, and anything is something. As long as I'm making the effort and trying to spread peace and love I'm doing a good enough job. I want to be able to come to terms with "good enough" and find a happy medium between working hard and living life. Because how can you live without working, and how can you work without living? I don't know if that was articulated the way I wanted it to sound, but I know that I want to make a difference and live peacefully and without stress.