Easy Breezy in Nicaragua

At 11:30pm on Saturday night we boarded a bus. Two days later we were in Nicaragua. Border crossings make me laugh. Guatemala, El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua. I paid a total of 10 Quetzales and 12 US Dollars, took my bag off the bus once for an immigration man to look at Andrea and I, smile, and wave us on. It is rediculous. The hardships Mexicans and Latinos go through to come into the US, meanwhile we could be carrying who the hell knows what and it's easy breezy. We prance across one border after another without a worry in the world.

So yea, we made it to Nicaragua. With the help and money of a jovial San Salvadorian we also made it into a cab, a bus, and to a backpacker hostel in Granada. We spent our first full day in this beautiful country bicycling through the street, to the lake, through the market, to a fort, and didn't even get knocked off our bikes (although we came pretty close).

The men in the streets are much worse here. In addition to their cat calls they also like suck their teeth and make other horrible noises at us. However, the architecture that covers Granada displays its age as well as its beauty. The heat the elevation brought reminded my body of its inability to handle humidity. Meanwhile, I have an interview for a job in Florida and don't know if I have the ability to breathe, let alone teach in sticky, wet, draining climate. Awesome.