I left you right at nap time on Good Friday. After a little four hour snooze (don’t judge, we’re on vacation!) Sam said that we had to go outside and move around. I wasn’t so sure. The heat turned me into a jello version of myself and I protested. For my own good, Sam rolled me out the door anyway. The air smelled like incense and outside the church a huge crowd was gathered for a Good Friday service. We watched that for a while and took pictures of the people at the front who were taking pictures of whatever was really happening.
We weren’t sure what to do next, so we followed the crowd. All the Central American tourists were lined up to ride a tractor decorated with Christmas lights that was blasted out songs people seemed to know all the words to. We got ourselves a Fanta Roja (red is Sam’s new favorite flavor) and got in line. Let me tell you, getting on this tractor was no small feat.
The crowd surged forward as soon as the tractor came to a stop and people were pushing to get on and pushing to get off. Sam and I had to step on some little kids to get a seat in the front row (just kidding, we rarely step on kids!).
This is me on the train. I tried to make friends with the little girl sitting next to me, but she was having none of it. She knew I was far too tall to be safe. She kept a suspicious eye on me the whole trip.
As it turned out, all the trouble we had starting out Good Friday seemed to have reversed itself and every adventure we undertook went well in the evening. For instance, normally sitting on top of a gigantic speaker would be my worst nightmare (from the woman who always has ear plugs on hand in case decibels get to dangerous levels). But as luck would have it, the speakers weren’t working and instead Sam and I got an acrobatic show as two young men switched out speakers, rewired the thing, and tried all number of dangerous repairs, all while the tractor was in motion. It was definitely worth the fifty cent admission.
Our next stop was at a kiosk in the square which Sam had been wanting to try since we got to Granada.
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| Sam slightly wistful that his beans and rice were over so soon |
It was wonderful, and we were serenaded (for a small fee) by these people who sang the Nicaraguan national anthem to us:
Just as we were heading home, the magic really happened. At last the Good Friday parade was heading right for us, and it was worth the wait.
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| I also have extensive video footage upon request |
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