More thoughts on Granada

There is a growing environmental awareness in Granada

Painting on a school, loosely translated as: ” all things on earth are precious, Care for Mother Earth, do your part every day” — part of a growing environmental awareness in Granada 

The last week presented us with several more opportunities (in addition to the baseball game)  to experience  Latin American culture. We ran this morning for an hour or so, then went to the gym for a hard workout. When we got back to the casa, there was no water. Thank goodness for liberally applied antibacterial handwash.

We learned that we can make  5G of data last almost 4 weeks if we are careful and don’t stream videos, and that there is no warning right before you run out of data. We had to get the USB modem recharged. The promotion we originally had is no longer in play, so we were only able to get 2 weeks at a time, but of course, after we paid and got home, we couldn’t get on line. Tell me please, who doesn’t dread having to go to a Verizon or AT&T office to get them to fix something?  Now, take that dread, multiply that by the inverse of your comfort level in Spanish and the number of minutes you’ve exercised since last showering, and you will have an idea  of how I felt about having my upcoming visit to Claro.

Jessica was there, the same woman who sold us the unit, but her husband, who speaks English well and helped us last month, was not. And her accent is particularly difficult for me to get, because she seems to drop more sounds than others in Nicaragua. After some effort, we figured out that it has something to do with the programming in the central system. Jessica was on the phone several times with the main office and suddenly, in the space of about 12 seconds, a guy in his late teems pulled up on a bicycle, she handed my modem to him, and he took off.

Yes, he was a Claro messenger, taking off on his bike to get across town and have our modem reprogrammed. We sat there for a few minutes before deciding to go get an ice cream cone next door. I used the time to write most of this post. After 20 minutes or so I popped back into the Claro office, Jessica called her muchacho (her phrase) who said it was fixed and he would be back in 2 minutos or so. He returned in 20 minutes, not with the modem reprogrammed, but with the instructions on how to do so. I had my laptop with me, and we were able to get everything working.

I also got my very long hair cut last week. I asked for an inch to be trimmed, she  took off  4- 6 inches  — 4 on one side, 6 on the other. I didn’t fully appreciate the discrepancy between the two sides until I tried putting my hair in braids the next day.  I went back to have it fixed, no problems with that.

Our favorite tipica place was a recommendation from the hotel owners we met when we first got here — La Favorita. $2.70 for this, and it’s really quite tasty:

Not a vigaron, which they were serving at the baseball game, but a "tipica" meal in Central America -- chicken, rice, beans, plantains and some sort of salad or vegetable

Not a vigaron, which they were serving at the baseball game, but a “tipica” meal in Central America — chicken, rice, beans, plantains and some sort of salad or vegetable

All in all, Granada has been an interesting visit — definitely worth a stop for anyone who wants to tour Central America. Today is our last full day in Granada. Tomorrow we take a shuttle to San Jorge, the port that’s closest to Isle Ometepe. From there, we’ve been strongly advised to take the ferry, not one of the little boats that makes the run, so we will either 1) take the ferry to Isle Ometepe late afternoon; or 2) stay overnight in San Jorge and take the ferry over in the morning. Apparently the ride can be rough.  I’ve logged quite a bit of sailing time which includes some intense weather,  so I’m geared up for the challenge, but Mark didn’t find it at all funny when I started humming “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald”.  🙂