Our time living here in Granada, is coming to a close as we prepare to leave next week. We’ve spent two wonderful months getting to know this city, studying Spanish and interacting with and contributing to this community at large. Today, however was for us, as Miro and I spent some time walking around Granada and saying goodbye. We attempted to capture it’s beauty through images and this is one of my favorite sets, to date.

Being and ex-pat in Granada isn’t the the most rare of things. We’ve met ex-pats in this city from every walk of life, every social class, every sexual orientation. Some are ex-cons, some are ex-husbands, some are ex-DEA and some are even ex-travelers  that have commonly chosen this city as a comfortable resting place, for the time being. The one thing all of the American brand of  ex-pats have in common, is a slight melancholy  for turkey and cranberry sauce on a certain third Thursday in November.
That was exactly the …

Lake Nicaragua’s Volcanic Islands
Miro and I have been living in Granada coming close to two months and haven’t done a lot of touristy things in the city or country for that matter. Instead, we’ve eased into the groove of life, being a citizen of Granada, partaking in the flow of everyday life. As it got closer to the time we were leaving, Miro and I decided to take advantages of one of the city’s many tours. We booked our “isleta tour” offered in every travel shop in Granada for the …

Today, in Nicaragua, we observed Día de los Muertos. Unlike Mexico’s celebration of the holiday, there were no marigolds, paper mache skeletons, chocolate skulls or parades of costumes. But the basics were there. A day to honor the family members of those who have passed.

love Nicaragua, much more than Costa Rica. There is a real passion in the people, the streets, the culture that contrasts with Costa Rica’s gringo influence. Nicaragua is country with is fatigued with much internal fighting and the corruption of politics and in general, the people here are very poor.

I fell in love with the children of Granada.
They were so curious about us, the gringo mother and son who just moved in to the end of their street. Our house was on the end of a city street, that turned into a dirt road and no cars ever drove up to the end. The street was always filled with many many children, playing soccer, baseball and the girls were always gathering for a game of jacks.
From 3:00 pm to 9:00 without fail the streets were filled with the neighborhood …