Calle la Libertidad is a main street in Granada, two blocks from the Vista Mombacho apartments, that I follow all the way to the Historical District, the main city plaza, and, at its end, Lake Nicaragua.
Soon, these streets will be teaming with life, as little fish in the city coral reef come out of hiding and dart through shafts of light that cut down through the water as the sun rises in the sky. This colorful urban reef is a painting by Monet, all individual strokes of paint combining to give shape to the ocean.
It takes time to get the melody of a place to the point you can begin humming it in your head, even longer before you can sing it.
I am here a month.
Even that might not be enough to feel I belong.