Wednesday, September 30, 2015
Saturday, September 26, 2015
Music and songs from the street.. Sometimes a car drives by blasting reggatón (a repetitive type of dance music that I've always considered a guilty pleasure) and sometimes it's a truck with propaganda or advertising of sorts. These people have music in their hearts and it's refreshing to be in a culture that isn't afraid to dance.
Maybe I'll stay for a bit and bounce back and forth between Granada and Poneloya. This country is in my budget and helping my Spanish. What strange people we are, we travelers. We become immediate friends and companions yet vanish in only a few mornings. Then we are alone again. We sit at large wooden tables and toast cold beers to our health and safety while sharing stories from the road. We sit together, we wanderers of many nations and marvel how amazing it can be to be found together. I've learned a thing or two in my years of traveling. I've learned people aren't so bad after all. I've learned there are no coincidences that should be left without consideration. I know now that I'm a lot stronger and adventurous than the child I was once. I'm glad I stuck out the fight when I felt alone growing up because now I'm a wide eyed and curious explorer who can't get enough of this planet. If you're hurting, hang in there.. Life's pretty cool.