Nicaragua–A Random Place to Be
Day 24: Granada, Nicaragua
Ate the cheapest breakfast on the main street this A.M (Banana pancakes—not great) and some terrible organic coffee. We dined with an unexpected guest: a little tail-less street dog with lonely but vaguely dignified eyes. He laid in the shade of our table’s big umbrella to escape the awful heat and used Saben’s foot as a pillow. Poor little thing! He didn’t beg for food even one time, but seemed more inclined to just be near someone who didn’t mind him being there too. Read the rest of this entry »





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