I’ve been hunkering down working on Fosterie, we’ve been sweating tons (did I mention it’s hot here?), and drinking our weight in 2 for 1 mojito’s in town. The month has flown by and looking back probably could have been a bit more productive than it was. (I blame the heat.) We got into certain routines; staying in during the day, venturing out for walks in the afternoon, and catching the breeze on the calzada in the evenings. We discovered a slew of new places that I’ll update on the guide shortly, and for the most part have really enjoyed living in this colorful, happy town. I think we’re a little antsy to move on, mainly/probably because our water situation at our rental was never really improved (bummer!) but also because we’ve got somewhere completely new on the books. South America, here we come. Next stop…Colombia!
But first, a few favorite moments from this month in Granada.
I didn’t do it but it was fun to pretend like I did.
Our favorite spot at The Garden Cafe.
My little girl, looking big.
Because horses clop by constantly, Evelina learned how to click her tongue to make the horsey sound. She would even hear their hooves before we could see them and start making the noise. So cute!
The worst mani/pedi ever. I mean, seriously, look at that mess! I was going to mention the name of the place until I talked a few ladies who had similar experiences all over town. So I guess the moral of this story is, just don’t. My whole experience was bizarre.
For the first week or so in our new place I thought we just had really loud neighbors. Then we heard about the Nicaraguan equivalent of the World Series happening and realized that the stadium is only a few blocks from home. Cheers, fireworks, horns! And the mascot is a shark so I bought a t-shirt ;)
I kind of love how in Granada you can just walk up to a pretty little random window like this and buy a snack or a bottle of water. Many families run small “shops” from their living room window or gated front door, you just stand outside and tell them what you’d like. Business hours depend on when someone’s home, and the selection is usually pretty small. There might be a small handwritten sign with a few details, like “agua aquí”, or not. Quite the contrast from running into Target or a 7/11!
Forever trying to keep her from eating things off the ground…
The neighborhood horse.
It doesn’t matter where she is, she’s just happy. And that makes me happy.