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Travel Blogs from Granada
Yesterday I visited my brother, Javier, and spent the afternoon and evening with him and my nephews, Yaritza and Bernardo. Yaritza and I played a game and I got to talk to her and get to know her. She is a sweet, honest, and humble child. I look at her and I think that if I ever have a daughter, I wish for her to resemble Yaritza. I also spent some time with my friend, Maria. We will see each other again Wednesday night before I leave. Thursday ...
... I understood, I thought we were going to meet up as a group, drive or take a bus to this ranch area where we would set up our tents, eat dinner, sing campfire songs (in spanish) and then fall asleep under a beautiful Nicaraguan night sky...followed by a leisure walk/hike in the nearby coffee bean plantations.
Not so much.
It turns out that I was right about us meeting up as a group. There were about 15 ...
... in our lovely pool.
From what I've read, and from the people I've spoken with, the best thing
we can do for the poor kids of Granada is donate money and books and
toys to one of the many charities set up to help them. They say that
giving kids handouts on the streets encourages begging, which creates
a culture of dependence. They recommend we support the economy by
shopping at local stores, eating at local restaurants, using local
guides and so ...
... turned. He got in trouble too, when he got caught. I’m not sure why we aren’t supposed to throw rocks into the gaping maw of an active volcano but it just didn’t seem right so I had to say no. I finally said “If everyone who came up here did that, then the hole would plug up” which wasn’t satisfying, even to me.
We paid $5 to a guide who had everyone pile back into our cars then drive in a big tourist parade ...
... I’ve been trying to get to Seattle since Friday," which made me think maybe he could have walked and been there sooner. Or I could have driven him; all he had to do was ask.
I don’t mind airports. Where else can you buy a beer at 6AM and not feel guilty? And there are worse places to be than in an airport during a weather kerfuffle. Like in a war. A tar pit. Or in a Walmart on Black Friday. ...