Granada

My father and I enjoyed Granada so much we wanted to spend our last night there before heading back to the states. We bee-lined to the Big Corn Island airport upon returning from Little Corn. Luck played in our favor once again. The last seats on the puddle jumper back to Managua were ours. We laughed when our taxi driver to Granada quoted us $40. Five days previous we had paid $30 for the 60 min. ride from Granada to the airport and that’s what we settled on.

Hostel El Momento was fully booked. However, they were kind enough to suggest another hostel a few blocks away, Hostel Hamacas. We got a double private room for $25. When I saw them dragging in the twin mattresses wrapped in black plastic with duck tape I should have guessed I wouldn’t be getting a good nights rest. It was only noon by the time we finally put our backpacks down.

We walked the city with no agenda other than getting to the top of the Iglesia de La Merced for the “best view in town” and finding some postcards (the one thing I collect everywhere I go; beautiful, light weight, and affordable) We had lunch at a cute spot called The Garden Café. Wish I had taken a photo of my cob salad to share because it was unreal. After that, we continued our no-agenda walking tour through the city, taking rights and lefts whenever we chose, following the shade to escape a scorching sun. The buildings in this city are incredibly vibrant, bright yellows, greens, soft pinks, deep blues, riddled with intriguing doorways and sidewalk-scapes.