I took a week to visit my brother in Nicaragua. Knowing nothing, I read two non-fiction stories before going to get an understanding of the Somoza and Sandinista governments that traded responsibility during the 1970s and 1980s. For the worms out there, the first was called Gringo Nightmare, about an American entrepreneur who was convicted of murder in Nica. The second was The Country Under My Skin by the prolific Nicaraguan poet, Gioconda Belli.
What stood out to me was the self importance of the foreigners, and the expectation that the Nica people had to serve and take what they could get. Regardless of revolution, granted I only observed for a week, I'm unconvinced as to how much life changed for the average family.