At night, streets in Granada take a different character.
Familiar places look different and different places become familiar.
Granada is about to become past tense, about to be another disappearing image in the rear view mirror. This city has similarities to San Pedro Town and the country, despite language differences, has similarities to Belize. Nicaragua is still developing, still a place where a privileged class picks the best fruit off the trees and sleeps on clean sheets turned up by servants.
This evening city people come out of their houses and rock in wicker chairs on the front porch. Country people are cooking tortillas on front yard fireplaces and tending to chickens, goats and pigs that will sustain them through tough times.
This trip winds to an end but as long as reasons to go outweigh reasons to stay home, Scotttreks postcards will keep telling their small quiet stories.
Nicaragua, a place I wasn’t certain I wanted to see, has been a surprise.
I would come back here again.
Making friends in new places is a big part of traveling.
There is a bit of Columbus in all of us.
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