My friend Angie and I needed to renew our 90 day visas, so we headed to Nicaragua. While I have spent time in the south and in Managua, I wanted to do something different. We picked a town on the map, close to the Honduran border, and travelled via the TransNica bus line. It was a spontaneous trip, and we let our instincts guide us from one moment to the next. There are so many unforgettable memories:
The 150 steps up to an abandoned church in the tiny village of Mozonte. Charmed by Ciudad Antigua, once the capital of the region. Swinging & singing in the park. Walking every single street and knowing everyone was watching us. Climbing into the bed of a pickup truck with 10 other Nicaraguans to hitch a ride. Sitting by the side of the highway, waiting for the bus and chatting with ladies from Honduras. Finding out the next town was a 2 hour ride! Edwin who was bold enough to write his number on the palm of my hand! Wandering through Jalapa and drinking in the amazing mountain views. Stopping to talk to so many friendly people. Using a wide variety of outhouses (one without walls!). On the bus next to us is a boy with a chicken and his grandma with a stick. Dinner at Julito’s Pizza, and praying with Meylin and her staff. A taxi to Dipilto Nuevo (can a town get smaller) and then to Dipilto Viejo (yes they can get smaller!). Prayer in front of the crucified Christ; a man and his grandson pull water from the well. Simple country wooden church full of calla lilies in preparation for Easter. Meeting Alicia at the bus stop–if only there was enough time to visit her house! Arriving at the artesania store (crafts) to find it CLOSED. But the villagers went searching out the owner to open it, and meanwhile we hung out on the porch talking with Paola, Maicol, Jimmy and Quique. Cutting the trip short to arrive in Managua in time to cross the border Thursday (since both countries shut down in every sense of the word on Good Friday).
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