Hola Nicaragua Part II

Hola NIcaragua Part II

Okay. So, I'm on the plane trying to cram all the spanish I can on my 2 hour flight to Managua. I'm dripping with sweat (of course I'm in the middle seat) so the folks next to me are inquiring why I'm so harried. I get to talking to the one gentleman and ends up he spends part of his time in FL and part in Nic. He offers to have his driver give me a ride to Granada (my destination) if my ride is no longer there. I feel him out throughout the flight, figure he's an alright guy and accept his offer. Before you guys freak...I think it was fate...he graduated from Oklahoma State University and works in agriculture. And, he was like 75 years old. We ride through Managua and arrive at his home where he invites me in to meet his wife. She comes out and has bruises all over her face. She explains that she just had plastic surgery, so please excuse her. They ask if I want anything to drink, and have their servant bring me a glass of water, which I was afraid to drink, but did anyway. They give me the TV remote & then retreat to the bedroom for about 10 minutes. They come back out and invite me to stay the night and go to Granada in the morning. And, of course, eat dinner with them. How could I refuse. (By the way, I can't figure out how to do a question mark here, so bear with me). So, I sit down to eat raw tomatoes (scary...First they are raw, a no no, and second, I hate raw tomatoes). But, they had some sort of dressing on them so I ate them. Also, they served chicken. Didn't want to be rude...yep, I ate the chicken. It was pretty yummy. Also, fried bananas and some sort of creme sauce. I totally pigged out. They let me use their phone to call Syd & my mom to let them know I made it. Nice folks. They gave a room to myself, with it's own bathroom. After a wOnderfUL night of sleep, I woke up the next morning to a breakfast of fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, bread with guava jelly and coffee. Turns out, the wife was BORN in Oklahoma and has tons of relatives in the town that my family lives. How crazy is that. Again no question mark. She tries to convince me to stay with them and go to school there, but I wanted to move on. I heard Managua is not the greatest place to stay. They arrange for a taxi for me, making me promise to keep them updated on my whereabouts. When I go to pay to driver, he says it was already taken care of. What nice people. I'm so lucky. So, I'm off to Granada.Want to find out what happens next...read part III.