Dec 13, 1999
I am suddenly transported half way across the world to a beautiful, quaint, small Spanish town filled with 19th century buildings, a central park with a big fountain and horse-drawn carriages.
Granada was founded in 15-something by Francisco-somebody. Now it is full of tourists from all over the world and American expats. The guesthouse that I am staying at is unexciting, although is has good water-pressure which I am pretty excited about. I am spending a fair amount of time at the hostel up the road. The new owner left the US in disgust after the passing of prop. 187, a sentiment that I certainly agree with. The hostel has a restaurant/lounge with cable TV and all the free coffee you can drink, another sentiment I agree with.
I talked for a while with an interesting man yesterday. Stanley Want is an English speaking Miskito Indian from Wawa Bar, a Miskito village on the Caribbean coast hundreds of miles through jungle from the nearest city. He invited me to come visit his village and stay with him. I would love to, maybe I will come back someday. His story was that Hurricane Mitch did a bunch of damage to the village, and the farming has been very bad this year due to too much rain. He killed 6 tigers to make money for food and clothing, their hides are very valuable. On the way into Managua he is robbed by a group of armed Sandinistas. They take the tiger skins along with all his money. I gave him $2 worth of food and bus money to help him on his way home.
The city is very beautiful, rum is good and cheap, the nightlife is good and very latin. I am very happy here, life is good. Unfortunately, I need to move on - only 11 days until my flight out of Costa Rica. Next stop... Shopping in Masaya, then on to San Juan del Sur.