I don't have much to say about Wednesday in Nicaragua because we spent most of the day swimming, packing up in Granada and driving (being driven) in a van down to San Juan Del Sur, where Angie and Carl were living (they came back to the US today). The only notable part of the drive, other than just the sights and sounds of rural Nica, was when Angie got into a haggle-feud with some ladies selling fake cheezits at a gas station. First of all, the wanted too much for their fake, nasty cheezits - like probably 35 cents or something - and Angie wasn't having it. And then when Angie handed the money out the window, a pan handler grabbed it, and the food seller acted oblivious, like Angie had not, in fact handed the money out the window. This awesomely infuriated Angie, who let loose with a torrent of Spanish and vinegar that I admire, mostly because I wouldn't have the nerve for this tirade against a peddler-panhandler act in English. It was first rate. The cheezits, however, were nasty, and Angie was right to lowball Abbott and Costello.
The place we stayed in SJ was awesome. We had a two bedroom house with an unbelievable view, and it was part of a very upscale resort, Pelican Eyes (I can't provide a link because my computer says their site has malware on it). They had good food, three pools, soft towels, etc etc. Here's the view from the lower pool.
They also, inexplicably, hosted a spay/neuter clinic for two of the days there. But that was for local animals (not guests), and we were unaffected by it other than it made me want to get a cat.
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