grenanda

i am currently at the clinic, sitting and typing up a storm on the computer. i am feeling a bit restless and glum at times. the esthetics thing has yet to take off at all. from what i have been told, you have to be here for a while before business picks up for ya. hoping for the best. i am not really in a groove here. i just hang out and watch television a bunch, swim in the pool which is beautiful and hang out with christopher. i am about to start reading the golden compass trilogy. cant remember the name. anyways, i think last i typed i was entering into grenada on our trip to nicaragua. grenada was packed together like sardines in a can. brightly colored facades with historical churches and parks.  we found our gay bed and breakfast with the help of a local named moses who wanted money for helping us and complained of the amount once i paid him. we got in and set our luggage in the room, got directions for an adventure and headed to mosaya which was about 20 minutes away. we drove around looking for the markets and a bank. two white non spanish speaking guys driving around a central american town trying to get directions. it was less than relaxing but quickly over. most of these places are so small you could just drive around and around and eventually you will find what you want. we got to an atm and then to the market. the old market was inside of old castle walls and was extremely touristy and clean and polished and not very remarkable. it was very myrtle beach. so we headed to the new market which is where we shopped. it was incredible crazy and people followed us around their little booths. they would ask what we were looking for, when we would say just looking they would try and hurry us out. very strange. stranger was the selection. everything in the arts and crafts forum from crazy piggy and bunny banks to jesus plaques to taxidermied iquanas and baby gators. one baby gator had a briefcase and cigarette both made of gator skin as well. loony. the seller called him the executive. he arts forum emptied into the rest of the market where raw meat was cut up and plentiful, there was all kinds of food and all kinds of shoes and belts, as well as plastic ware. anything plastic and american-ese was hot hot hot there. interesting that we were from the u.s. and searching for a piece of their culture to buy and take home where they were out buying up plastic walmart gear. weirdness. we ended up going back to the hotel after this experience and chilling out for a bit, showering from the third world market and resting. then we hit the streets again, drinking four mojitos and an appetizer for under five bucks, it was sweet. we found some good food which i eventually got really sick from, nonetheless, a delightful meal at the moment. lol. more to come later. the trip seems to go by so fast and yet so much to write.