This
year for spring break, a gang of us Gringos – Kara, Lenny, Sharon, Rachel,
Jake, and I – headed south to Nicaragua to explore one of our neighboring
countries. I was especially looking forward to spring break this year because
my birthday conveniently fell during the same week, and I love seeing new
places! Our week was filled with difficult travels, beautiful hotels,
incredible food, and plenty of outrageous activities.
Getting there. Our original plans were to drive
in Jake’s car from La Unión to Tegucigalpa, bus it from Tegucigalpa to Managua
(the capital of Nicaragua), and then get a rental car to help us navigate
around our various destinations in Nicaragua. We were even proactive by
planning well in advance by purchasing tickets and making reservations. Driving
to Tegucigalpa was a breeze, but it came with some nervous feelings towards
travelling to Nicaragua since we had heard about earthquakes hitting major
cities there. We figured if we were really in danger, there would be some kind
of travel advisory. However, everything started to fall apart the next day.
We arrived
at the bus station and as I began to check in, the woman at the desk asked if I
was a resident. Back story: recently Kara, Lenny, and I all had our residency
cards renewed for the country of Honduras but that process included taking away
our tourist visa papers, making new cards, and giving us a temporary piece of
paper to prove residency while waiting for the cards to take physical form.
When I showed her my temporary paper, she frowned. Uh-oh. She immediately
dropped the bomb that I (and consequently Kara and Lenny as well) would not be
able to cross the border with those papers. Honduras may recognize that paper form
of residency, but no other country will. My mind froze and my heart stopped.
While trying to mentally survive the first panic, the woman also discovered,
and kindly pointed out, that my bus ticket was for the wrong date: it had been
purchased for the following week. Basically, there was no way I was leaving the
country that day, or by bus. Thankfully Kara and Lenny were sinking in the same
boat with me because of their residency situation, and we had all purchased our
bus tickets separately from the others. Jake made an emergency call to the
school’s lawyer inquiring about our options. The news did not even faze her as
she told them that no, we would not be able to cross the border by land with
those papers. However, we could cross by air if we wanted. The three of us did
not even have to think twice about it as we grabbed our suitcases and headed
straight for the airport. We left Sharon, Rachel, and Jake to get to Nicaragua
by bus and we would meet them there later by airplane. It was an expensive
change to our itinerary, but completely worth it.
We
were able to purchase one-way tickets to Managua for the following day, so we
started our spring break with chaos followed by pure relaxation at the
Intercontinental Hotel in Tegucigalpa. Our flight to Nicaragua had a brief
layover in San Salvador, El Salvador. Usually I am not one to equate visiting
an airport to visiting a whole country, but we did have to walk on the air
strip to get to our plane so technically we did step foot on El Salvadorian
ground… which means I am counting it and I have now been to every country in Central
America! When we arrived in Managua we met more disaster. Even though we asked
a representative from the same rental car company in Tegucigalpa about securing
our reservation, when we arrived to Managua they had given away our car. The
woman was of no help and left us without transportation. Thankfully another
company had an available car – that wasn’t a minibus or a gas-guzzler – so we
hopped in that and were finally on our way to experience Nicaragua! Not far
from the airport, a police officer put our adventure to an abrupt halt; he gave
Lenny a speeding ticket, but just pocketed the fine for himself. (If I had
known the police were so corrupt and easily persuaded with money, I would have
taken the bus trip and tried to bribe them to let me cross the border!) At that
point our patience was running thin and we all desperately needed the beach to
find peace with this vacation. Thankfully paradise awaited us.
San Juan del Sur is a beautiful coastal town
equipped with great tourist attractions. We decided to spend the first half of
our week here, soaking up the sun and ocean. We stayed at the Orquidea Hotel
which was nestled in the hills (a bit of a drive away from the actual town, and
on dirt roads that were not forgiving to our rental car). The place was
gorgeous with a pool overlooking the ocean; at certain times of the day you
could relax in the pool and look out into the ocean to see whales passing by.
They brought strong coffee to our room and breakfast was included every morning.
The staff were all very pleasant and kind to us (they even came to our rescue
to kill a scorpion). The grounds were adorned with full and brightly-colored
flowers, hammocks, and the occasional monkey clan. To say that the hotel
exceeded our expectations in both beauty and tranquility would be an
understatement.
For
my birthday we decided to embark on an ATV tour. Each pair got to cruise around
on an ATV to explore the coastline. We first headed up to a sculpture of Jesus
overlooking the entire city of San Juan del Sur. It was really windy up there
but the panoramic view was breathtaking. Then we travelled down to the beach
where we got to race down and spin around on the beach. We practiced donuts and
embraced our need for speed through the sand. (Sharon had no fear pushing the
limits while I, admittedly, gripped the seat very tightly and prayed.) To get
from place to place we drove through the back roads with dust flying in our
faces (thankfully we were well-equipped with surgical face masks) and covering
our bodies. We visited another beach and stopped there to take a swim. While
the water was refreshing, it was not exactly the best idea to get wet because
then the dirt really stuck to our skin and clothes on the drive back. It was
such a thrilling adventure! You could constantly here shrieks, screams, and
laughter coming from behind our masks as we absolutely loved speeding along on
our ATVs.
On
a different day we decided to fulfill the dream of becoming surfers. We went to
a local beach (interesting fact about the beach: it was once the site for a
season of Survivor, and kicked-off members stayed at our hotel) to sign up for
lessons and let the balancing act begin. I was the only who had surfed before,
but the others picked it up nicely. We perfected our form on dry land before
taking our new-found skills to the water. Our arms quickly learned how to
stroke and propel our bodies, and board, through the water to catch a wave; our
feet learned how to swiftly jump up from a laying down position to taking up
the infamous boarder stance; and our bodies learned how to maintain our balance
while trying to look cool, calm, and collect while surfing. Doesn’t all that
sound so nice? Sadly we did not look that graceful surfing, but we felt pretty
confident and very fulfilled by the end of the day. At one point, we even
considered giving up our lives of teaching and trading those to become
professional surfers, but then our exhausted bodies brought us back to reality.
Like
any of our vacations, we planned a lot of our days around mealtimes. We wanted
to taste the best that San Juan had to offer. We devoured mouth-watering burgers,
seafood, salads, sandwiches, tapas, and our absolute favorite, gelato. I would
highly recommend this coastal town to anyone because of all the excellent
adventures and food to keep you busy and satisfied.
Granada is and old colonial town
that has preserved a lot of the rich, Nicaraguan heritage. We stayed at a cozy
rental home that was quite a steal for us. The house was outside of the
main square and had a beautiful open interior. When you first walk in you are
in the kitchen, dining room, living room, and courtyard – all at once! It was a great place to cook breakfast every morning and start the day off with a slow, peaceful morning. The
people we rented the house from were so kind and went above and beyond to help
us with our stay. They gave us directions around town, restaurant recommendations, activity
ideas, were flexible with our group size, and their nephew helped us move in
and leave, clean daily, and find a garage to keep our rental car. We spent two days there but I would actually
say that one is sufficient (and spend more time on the beach instead).
One
of the main roads off the central park is dedicated entirely to restaurants. Our
need for fabulous food was met in an overwhelming way. How could anyone choose
just one restaurant?? We walked around with our mouths open and watering (which probably led to some drooling) trying to narrow our options down to just one. That may be the only reason to stay many days – to taste
test all the restaurants to find the best cuisine. But seriously, the street is
lined with one place to eat after another, chairs and tables, and plenty of
hungry customers. As well, there are street performers to keep all those
food-critics entertained; we had many people try to sell us things, watched a
really tall man dance around with his giant-head counterpart, and saw a remarkable
dance off. Dinner and a show? I’ll take that deal.
There
was not a whole lot to do around the town. Sharon and I spent an afternoon
walking around the central park and shopping in the market. We each picked out
some intricate feather earrings made by a local. We visited an art gallery, a few of the colonial buildings, found more gelato, and enjoyed the view of the local, yet entirely un-swimmable,
lake. When we felt that we had exhausted all the views of Granada, Kara, Sharon,
and I found ourselves at a spa indulging in massages, manicures, and pedicures.
Granada provided a perfect combination of sightseeing and some R & R during
our week-long trip.
León is home to one of CNN’s “Big
Thrills: 50 ways to be a daredevil.” Volcano boarding is number two on that
list and you can only check that off the list in one place in the whole world:
León, Nicaragua. The very fine, black gravel is what makes it possible to
board down the volcano without tearing up your body. You are given a rather questionable
‘sled’ to begin the trek up. In reality, you are given a piece of wood and
then start to hike to the top. It is not a particularly tall volcano or
difficult hike, but it was rather windy that day and at a few times I was afraid
to being blown over and falling down the side. Once at the top you are given a
darling, neon green jumpsuit equipped with goggles, a medical mask, and knee
and elbow pads. Then you hop onto your board, grip the steering rope, and
release the breaks (your feet) to begin the ride! I am slightly embarrassed to
admit that everyone commented on how slow I was coming down, but that did not
take away the thrill for me! As you race down (or crawl down, if you are me)
the protective gear does nothing to stop all the black gravel from finding its
way into all your body’s nook and crannies. In fact, Sharon pulled out a
decent-sized rock that snuck down her shirt. It took days to get all the gravel
out of my hair and the black residue on my face put Lenny into a fit of
laughter every time he looked at me. CNN recommends it, I recommend it, which
means it’s about time you head down to Nicaragua and go volcano boarding!
The
country of Nicaragua was absolutely beautiful and our trip was one blast after
another. The key to traveling, in my opinion, is to keep a flexible and
positive attitude. We ran into a few more problems than we would have like, and
there were certainly moments when someone came very close to having their head
ripped off, but by the end we had loved every minute. It was easy to laugh off
all the unfortunate happenings (in hindsight of course), reminisce on all the
times we felt like idiots, and brag about all the great things we did. I
genuinely hope that you find yourself in Nicaragua one day speeding along the
beach on an ATV, catching a wave on the surfboard, boarding down a volcano, or
feasting on the streets on Granada. Go explore!
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