una mas por favor

The last sunrise in Ometepe was perfect. I grabbed a fresh fruit shake and soaked it in before loading up my bag and heading to Granada.

Yesterday we were asked if we wanted to take a private van or public transport to the next town. The others seemed to want the private van but i was definate on wanting to take public transport. We already got through the borders (which is the hard part during Christmas time) so lets complete this bad boy and take the bus all the way to Granada.
The bus station was filled with people waiting for the next ride to their Loved ones. Street vendors helped crowd platforms and relieved the hungry with food, the thirsty with drinks, the bored kids with useless plastic toys. The ride on the bus was about an hour and a half. We all got on and more that just shoulder to shoulder with the person next to us; the bus was filled to more than capacity. There were people napping, making conversation, and children playing in the little space they had. The closer we got to our destination, more and more people would step off which made the rest of the ride a bit more airy.

As soon as i unloaded myt bags at the hotel, we headed for the bar across the street called Coyote. After having some drinks at the bar, the market was where we were destined to try and bargain. We were warned that Nicaraguans were not shy about making cat calls and maybe even go as far as grabbing certain body parts so the girls were asked to keep their guards up.
A lot of people were calling me Chinita...which is their term for an Asian girl...im guessing. When i would correct them that im not Chinese, they would then ask me (en espagnol) where im from. The first guy that i had told that i was from the Philippines, he got really excited. He said a bunch of things, then thats when i heard it...Manny Pacuqiao. He tells me that Nicaraguans Love boxing and really like Manny. These comments would continue to pour throughout the day as other people find out that im Philippina.
Immediately, im drawn to this town. Its a colonial place with colorful old buildings and charming people. Its easy to get lost in the market but finding a way around town was as simple as asking a local where the Cathedral was. The people, like its buildings, are "unica". The colors are bold and the structures are striking. Put these buildings all together and i can walk for days for days for days.
While on the adventure on looking for new dresses in the market, i also opted for a street food dinner night. I tried a pollo pupusa y frioles pupusas to see what the rage was all about. I felt what all the rage was about the moment i had a bite. Wow.
I managed to help Deborah and Mereki get good deals for dresses but i didnt get anything. Convos with the locals were good enough for me.

After going for more drinks, we headed for a place called Cafe Nuit. This place was straight up salsa club. Intimidating as the locals were all very pro at this so we just watched and drank some more. They offered to teach me but at this point I couldnt challenge myself enough to dance in front of eveyone else. I told him maybe tomorrow.
After we left the club, we grabbed a hot dog and decided to call it a night. Another day, another party.
Una mas por favor.