Out of all the places I’ve traveled, Nicaragua is where I spent the most time with locals. My two months in Costa Rica prior to Nicaragua were filled with familiar faces and wonderful friends, and generally when I’ve spent time in Europe, I’m surrounded by other travelers, or expats, or have a limited time with a local host (two or three nights).
In Granada and on Isla de Ometepe, I did meet other travelers (of all ages and backgrounds), but I also loved exploring on my own and meeting the people who were born and raised there.
First, the people of Granada:
These three boys were such hams. I remember how much they brightened my afternoon, a few days into my Nicaragua stay.
The shyer one of the three.
This guard circled the ruins of an abandoned hospital and eventually gave me a tour.
These teenage boys spotted my camera and asked to be photographed the first time I visited the hospital ruins.
I met him when I visited a beautiful cemetery.
All white! Stunning in the afternoon sunlight.
Every person but one so far has been wearing a blue and/or gray shirt!
This little girl sold fruit with her mother at a bus stop.
This fresh papaya became part of my daily breakfast.
This little boy sat next to me on the bus for awhile; we looked at the pictures on my camera together.
My waiter for a particularly nice solo dinner. He was surprised to learn that I wasn’t traveling with a group of friends or a boyfriend.
Once I got to Isla de Ometepe, I encountered a lot more fellow travelers. Everyone here signifies a special moment in time for me.
Such a great smile!
We were bunkmates for a few nights. She helped me with my Spanish.
It was so much fun hanging out in our communal kitchen and hearing everyone’s stories.
Morgan from Ireland: he had a bar/hostel, Internet, and a look-out with stunning views. (That’s a tattoo of his son on his arm)
Covinda, from down the street, made coconut ice cream with her mother and sister and loved singing.
A shopkeeper. After a few days she recognized me and returned my smiles.
He massaged my back and shoulders after I’d spent four hours using a machete in the jungle.
This guy really wanted to give me a ride on his horse.
Me and my friend Naomi, who’s from England and now living in Australia; we were besties for two weeks.
Thank you universe, for such a lovely month in Nicaragua. It was almost four years ago, but I’m so glad to have all of these photos to look through and reminisce.
You may now go back to your regularly scheduled Sunday 🙂
It seemed an advantage to be traveling alone. Our responses to the world are crucially moulded by the company we keep, for we temper our curiosity to fit in with the expectations of others…Being closely observed by a companion can also inhibit our observation of others; then, too, we may become caught up in adjusting ourselves to the companion’s questions and remarks, or feel the need to make ourselves seem more normal than is good for our curiosity. –Alain de Botton