i’m raising my tropical punch to you from way down here in nicaragua.
julio, my guide is coming to fetch me in a couple of hours and whisk me off to a volcano, so i went out for breakfast and now i’m home enjoying the balmy air and cool waters of the pool.
by the way, if you’re thinking of coming to granada for a visit, there are dozens of gorgeous colonial homes that can be rented for a song. many come with small pools, and nearly all come with house managers that provide as much or little guidance as you choose. i can reach julio by text whenever i need something, which is almost never, but knowing he’s there if i need him is wonderful.
wandering the streets is pure pleasure. keep in mind there is a lot of poverty here and some areas are a bit more gritty than others. yesterday i took a wrong turn and found myself on a very congested street with lots of foot traffic. i just let myself be carried along and in a short time i was at the mercado municipal. if i would have been with someone i might’ve taken out my camera, but as i was alone i thought it unwise to whip out my iphone or nikon, the cost of which may be 25-50% of the population’s annual income.
when i walked past an open doorway with the magnificent black rocker above, i thought of mama moss and how much she would have enjoyed owning a chair just like it! she had a rocker than she sat in daily for the last 40 years or so of her life.
if i lived here, a couple of these type of rockers would be my very first purchase. and if my sisters visited me we would pull them out into the streets in the early evenings and sit and rock with everyone else.
here are some mural paintings i spotted in a courtyard off plaza de los leones. at first glance they seemed merely quaint and charming, but as i studied them closely i was moved by the pictorial history they told of granada’s history.
at night my time-traveling continues with reading.
a couple of days ago i stumbled upon a blog about retiring in latin america. oh how my interest was piqued and curiosity roused with those tales!
this is manuel who sold me a cup & saucer which come from one of the pueblo blancos whose specialty is ceramics. i try to do my part to support the local economy.
if i don’t fall into the volcano later today i shall return tomorrow with another dispatch.
blowing kisses from nicaragua where the air is warm, the flowers are bright, the sky is blue, and the volcanoes are rumbling.