Alarm set for 3:15 am we got up and ready to catch the bus to Nicaragua. The bus that was supposedly only going to take 11-12 hours ended up taking 14.... Needless to say we ended up having to stay in Managua for a night. We had a taxi take us to a hostel near the bus station in what seemed to be an interesting part of town...not super dangerous but dangerous enough to make you feel a little on edge. After we got settled in to our dorm room we asked the receptionist if it was safe to walk to the mall to get food, she said yes, and then follows with, but you don't want to take a purse....ah yes very reassuring. We walked to the mall and low and behold there was a Quizno's in the mall. There is always a special place in my heart for Quizno's seeing as it was my very first job when I was 16, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to eat it in Central America. We followed up our toasted subs with some amazing gelatto, and I mean it truly was increible. We rushed back to our hostel and prepared ourselves for some more traveling in the manana
Thursday June 14th: We made it to Grenada and found it be a nice town very similar to Antigua Guatemala. We perused through the streets for a while and decided to enjoy a nice 2 for 1 happy hour on a shaded patio. We ran into one of the other Minerva teachers and her friend and meandered around a bit more.
Friday June 15th: Happy Birthday mi hermano! At this point we had gathered more Minerva alumni and now there was a group of 6 of us. Kate, Colleen, Jenna, Yenna, Dom, and I now made a herd of traveling gringas and a gringo. Us girls decided to check out the nearby town of Masaya because we had heard they have a great artisan market. Well we got to the "bus station" and it was bonkersville USA. There were people, buses, taxis, and total utter madness. Kind of what you think of when you think of 3rd World Central America. To only add to the madness Yenna had been pickpocketed by a man on the bus. We walked around for maybe 3 minutes before deciding to bail and catch a taxi to Laguna de Apoyo. A lagoon made from a crater from a volcano. It was beautiful and the water felt amazing.
Saturday June 16th: Kate, Colleen, Jenna, and I started off our morning right by going to a buffet at a chocolate museum. I think we suprised the waiter with our impressive ability to eat. He said and I quote "That's a lot of food!" and then when he passed by yet again, simply said "Wow!" in disbelief. We were laughing hysterically. We then ventured to Isla de Ometepe, an island formed by 2 volcanoes. It was now our turn to say "Wow!" at the amazing beauty of this island. We stayed in a cute little hostel right on the beach with an abundance of hammocks and views of the lake.
Sunday June 17th: After lounging on the beach for a bit, we became quite ambitious and decided to try a bicycle adventure (Side note: Kate, Colleen, and I have a rather unfortunate history of adventures which have included 8 hour volcano hikes and ridiculous kayaking mishaps) One thing is for sure history does repeat itself. What should have been a fairly easy bike ride and perhaps a bit of hiking turned into mountain biking and strange discoveries. Somehow, I am truly not sure how, but we all missed the huge green and yellow sign that we should have taken to get to a look out of the volcano. We instead kept biking, even when the road turned into treacherous rocky territory, we continued on until we finally asked for directions. The directions we received were to go 1 km back the way we had come then take a right. After what felt to be 1 km, we saw a road with a white painted rock and a red mayan symbol. Kate announced that she felt this was definitely right, and we all began trekking up a hill. Completely drenched in sweat, we reached the top of the mountain and much to our surprise there were small open airy houses and people lounging about. We stumbled upon a meditation type house where people simply come to meditate, reflect, and take the occasional tantric workshop. The man who I assumed to be in charged offered and water and didn’t fail to note how sweaty we were. He told us we were like faucets, keep the compliments coming please. After rehydrating a bit we decided it was time to venture back down, we were paying for the bikes by the hour. We cruised along towards our hostel, this time in fact seeing the huge sign that should have lead us to our destination. Ah these 4 crazy gringas….
Monday June 18th: After a yummy breakfast we packed up and headed for San Juan del Sur. After a 2 taxis and one ferry ride we made it to the super touristy spot of San Juan del Sur. It is so sstrange to hear so much English being spoken. After a tour of the town we decided it was time to tackle the hike to Jesus. It was a bit of steep hike but we made it to the top, sweaty as usual these days, but we were completely awe inspired by the view from the top. On one side of Jesus you can see the bay with all the boats just hanging out waiting to catch some fish. On the other side you can see miles of cliffs and beaches. Moments like this truly make me realize how lucky I am to be having such an amazing experience and to be able to share it with some truly wonderful people. A girl has to wonder how she can be so lucky in life.
Tough life drinking happy hour beer and watching beach soccer
Tuesday June 19th: Our last day in San Juan del Sur and how else could we spend it but by enjoying the beach and sunbathing. Did a little swimming in the ocean where I unfortunately lost my sunglasses to a rather powerful wave, but good thing there are vendors wandering the beaches selling beach necessities such as vases, plates, and sunglasses. After a bit of haggling and some stifled giggles (Haggler: “ 1 turdy” me: “ 1 20” Haggler “1 turdy” me “1 20” the process went on for quite some time) I was able to make an essential purchase and get back to the important things such as taking in enough vitamin D to last 3 life times. A little later we pulled ourselves together for some delicious Peruvian food with our Peruvian expert, Kate.
It’s that time again to pack up and move on the next country. Watch out Costa Rica, here we come!