At Last... Nicaragua

Ometepe was a hidden jewel. We had no idea what to expect when we got there. The long boat crossing wasn't my favourite but it was worth it to spend time living under a volcano. Despite my reservations, I got to release my inner motorcyclist and spent two whole days driving all over the island on a scooter. One of the highlights had to be our lobster, mango salmon, and wine supper courtesy of our hotel owner Ian Colonel. To top it all off, he made sure we had a ride all the way to Granada the next day with his friend Nery.

We had a wonderful time getting to know Granada. Granada will always be about colours and colourful people (I'm talking about you Gregg.) Nobody else in the world calls me by my first and middle name, and nobody keeps on repeating words like corkscrew endlessly so he won't forget things. Cruising through the islands near Granada and looking at the seemingly endless rows of beautiful pottery rounded out our memorable stay.

Our final stop in Central America was something a little bit different, a resort. We had to get used to relaxing and wandering up and down the miles and miles of beautiful beaches. I love looking for seashells and Gran Pacifica afforded me the richest opportunity of any place I've traveled to indulge myself. The hostel Mind The Gap just a few miles down the beach was a great place to hang out and feel young again. Sleeping in a tent in 30 degree plus heat was not that enticing so we happily would walk back to our much more comfortable Gran Pacifica house. And so our travels came to a quiet conclusion with one final gorgeous Pacific sunset.