ADVENTURES IN MOVING A friend just commented “that moving must be a nightmare for me.” She was referring to my penchant for accumulating things based on a philosophy of “Hey, that’s pretty cool. Why don't I get that?” She was right, of course. Especially given the fact that for the last 30 or so years of my life, moving has primarily involved travelling between multiple countries by air transportation. There is just so much stuff you can fit in two suitcases and a carryon (no matter how liberally you stretch the concept of “able to fit into an overhead compartment or under your seat.”) Never have I come up against moving challenges and airline strictures more so than when I first moved to Nicaragua from the U.S. in 1988. I had just gotten married to a Nicaraguan national who was in the U.S. completing a Master’s Degree on a Fulbright Scholarship. We were returning to Nicaragua (I had been there a few years earlier for an independent internship as an undergraduate st