Just after Christmas and before New Years

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Karen in front of sweet church in Granada

Well I left the island with Karen from the farm... We were given a ride by some of Chris' friends who had come for the Christmas party.... What a hellish ride that was... Stuck in back of a their jeep, full of typical obnoxious, loudmouth arrogant Americans.... People like that truly should not leave the country. If you so arrogant and truly think yourself above everyone else, it is better to stay in your own country and love yourself until you are blue in the face. What a horrible experience. As soon as they pulled up and queued up for the ferry to take their vehicles across to San Jorge, we jumped out, waited for the other car to arrive with our packs, said our thanks and ran to get another boat over. Hateful, arrogant people, reminds me why I try so hard to stay away from most tourist when traveling.

This was great! A bit sacreligious to snap a shot in a church... But come on... Christ!....with a stuffed shhhhhhhheep..
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We first went to Masaya, found a hostal and were giggling like school girls over a private room and actual beds..... We both just laid on the beds for a while in thankful silence.... After almost two months in a tent, full of bugs and rain.... What a beautiful things to see a bed! We both had a severe desire to find papusas.... We were told they were somewhere in the city and the hunt began. After two guys on the farm talking forever about the glory of papusas I really.....really wanted one. We were told that there was a Salvadorian family in Masaya that made them... After about an hour of walking and trying to find it, we finally did and totally endulged.

Procession in El Viejo.. Many come from all over to be a part of this procession every year
.... She found tons of stuff in the market in Masaya. It was awesome seeing her knowledge of herbal medicine and hearing her conversations with the lady in the market who sold herbs and medicinal in bulk. Some herbs I have only heard of, but actually got the chance to see, smell and feel them. Totally awesome experience. We spent one night in Masaya and then went on to Granada. I spent only one night there with her...That night, there was a french guy who was about 70 years old selling homemade bread in the streets, in hostals and in restaurants.... So inspiring to see people who are traveling at that age, out of their country and finding a way to survive.. A testament to strength and determination.... The next morning we ate the last of the bread and a odd sort of butter that we weren't sure if it was going bad or was just like that.. We ate in front of a church on the steps... Went back to the hostal to collect my things, wondered over to a cafe and had our last cup of coffee together... I learned so much from her... a beautiful soul who radiated with self-love and love of others....

I was off to Leon, where I would spend New Years.....

Unfortunately I don't have photos to illustrate anything of that night, but ohhhh the memories...

Firstly on New Years Eve, I had problems getting money from the ATM. I was kinda freakin out as I only had a little bit of cash on me and all the banks were closed. I tried several ATMs and my card wasn't working. The queues for the ATMs were outrageous. I would spend 15 minutes in a line only for my card not to work at that ATM either. I passed a guard standing outside a building and asked if there was an exchange house anywhere. He looked at me a little funny and said this is an exchange house.... OK... I went in and luckily exchanged my money. When I came out the guard pointed to some guy on the street and said that he was waiting for me. The guy had his back turned.. What a sight! Told the guard I had no idea who that was. The guy was wearing baggy surf shorts, had blond curly hair and was not wearing a shirt and was wearing flip flops. From the side I saw that he was wearing the Tom Cruise glasses from Top Gun... What a hoot..... He turned to me and gave me a surfers wave. Ha! It was Michael from the finca. I knew that he would be in Leon for New Years, but the email I sent him bounced back and I thought that I wouldn't be able to meet up with him. He explained that he was having his clothes washed at the hostel. I thought that I got some intense looks being a woman on the streets in Nic. He was attracting more attention than any foreign women. Instead of the typical hisses, kisses and endless mamacitas, he was getting smothered sneekers and giggles. It was great! He was the same guy I accompanied drunk on Christmas Eve. We walked together for a bit and met up with some a girl and guy who he had traveled to Leon with. I told him that I wanted to go back to the hostal and would meet up with him later in the evening....

I went back to the hostal, showered, shaved and took care of a couple of other things as I was going to leave the next day. I use an electric shaver and was in the shower for an aweful long time..... Several months of hair had to come off. The cleaning lady was patiently waiting outisde the dorm room as that bathroom was the last room she had to clean before she could go home to her family for New Years. I deeply apologized for the lengthy time that was taken. We talked for a long time. I was in that hostal for four days and got really close to her in those days.

I relaxed in the hammock next to a beautiful garden, finished a book on the Mexican Revoluntion by Mariano Azuela and started another, In My Fathers Court by Isaac Bashevis Singer about Hasidic Jews in Poland. I stayed in Via Via. It was probably the best hostal in all my travels. It was owned by a couple from Belgium. What a hard life I have! I wanted to get to the market before everything closed and went to buy some uvas, since many years ago, I have adopted the Latin tradition of eating 12 grapes for New Years symbolizing the 12 months of the new year and what I hope for the year to come. It has become a very important tradition for me.
 
I came back and arranged some of my things and went out to relax some more.... So hard! The restaurant started closing, but I thought that the hostals┬┤restaurant was going to have a party and I had kinda planned out my night accordingly. I was told that they would not be open. I returned to my room to change as I decided to go out for a quick drink and something to eat. Upon leaving the hostal, I was given an image that will probably last for the rest of my life and in my old age, I will close my eyes and my face will shine with the memory. When I was walking out, two of the guys that work at the hostal.... totally little Nica hotties were in there baggy jeans and white jersey shirts. On any white guy these are called wife beaters and when I see such garments on a white body images and sensations are far from pleasant. However, put these simple shirts on a lovely Latin man and the visual experience is quite different. To continue..... They were with a small group of their amazing hot friends..... They asked me where I was going and asked if I want to hang out with them...... Ahhhhh... That's all I can say... It took every ounce of strength to refuse and say that I was coming back.... I ran across the street to see what Mike was doing. I did find him in the hostal soaking wet with Reggae in the background. He had gone swimming in two feet of water in a watering hole in the hostal filled with baloons. He had a drink in both hands and dancing around. It was only 6:30 and people were already getting wasted. The hostal was filled with tourist partying together. I just couldn't hack it and told him I was going somewhere else..

I went out for dinner and had a drink alone and thought about the new year to come, made my list in which I would eat the uvas and focus on the next year at midnight. ...

When I came back, there was another guy talking to the guard at the hostal.. hoping that the cute Nica boys where heading out.. They were still playing pool. I asked about where were good places to go that were not touristy. The guy said he as going to a cafe/bar with live Nica music... sounded good, he said we could go together...I grabbed my grapes and list and we headed to the cafe. Briefly talked to a German guy who was staying in the same room. He was still studying spanish and spasing about his frustration with the language and finding a homestay. He didn't speak English and we spoke only in Spanish. It was kinda interesting having a conversation with another foreigner in a third language.

We headed out for the cafe. We sat through only a couple of songs, had a couple of beers, the place was filling with only tourists, the music wasn't great and I wasn't a happy camper. He kept saying how boring it was. We dediced to find something else. Again... I got exactly what I was hoping for... We ended up in a club....only Nicas...totally awesome. No foreigners a total Nica club. He could dance, we danced Bachata, Merengue, Salsa, etc. Drank a shit ton... A lot of bump and grind, but all in fun... for me anyways. At one point we stopped to have a drink. He said in English... Awan hous seis you. I had no idea what he was trying to say. I asked him to repeat several times and finally repeat it in Spanish... Ha! What a hoot..... I just laughed it off and we went back to dance. While dancing, he pulled a handful of condoms out of his pocket and showed me.... I asked him...... que pienses vas a hacer con esos?....he smiled....no va a pasar nada, me entiendes... he just giggled his little boy giggle and smiled. Young kid....At midnight, I went outside to eat my uvas and read through my list... He accompanied me outside and made calls to his family. We went back in and continued dancing... Around almost three, I was getting tired and bored. Told him I wanted to leave, he accompanied me back to the hostal.... I don't think I could have found my way back alone...Nothing ever came up regarding his proposition.... Obviously he had sobered up a bit.... Thank god, that went over ok and I was back in the hostal safe....happy and tired.....

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