Return to Granada, Nicaragua

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Bruce and I have been away for four years and I had forgotten how beautiful the view is from our mirador at the top of our house in the centre of Granada – a 360 degree view which takes in the lake, Mombacho and Central Park.  It is dusk and thousands of pretty birds are coming home to roost in various trees in the garden behind our very tall back wall and as the sun goes down they settle down for a good night’s sleep.  The garden belongs to our neighbours who run the laughingly called American Dry Cleaners.  There used to be nothing in the garden except vegetation but now there is a menagerie of hens, ducks, geese, fat rabbits, a yappy dog and a very noisy cockerel which has no respect for anyone’s sleeping hours.  And on days when the laundry is up and running pristine cleaned wedding dresses, shirts, trousers and all manner of clothing can be seen hanging only a few feet above the livestock.

There is a tall sputnik shaped aerial which can clearly be seen hovering above our swimming pool and looks as though it could be transmitting welcome messages to Mars rather than importing local tv stations, and an equally giant metal chimney which belches out wood fueled smoke on a weekly basis – apparently part of the dry cleaning process (whatever that is).  Unfortunately due to recent high winds a part of said aerial fell into our garden this week and to add insult to injury the chimney slid sideways on to our back wall and ended up with its cover resting on the top.  It wasn’t all bad news as this meant a break from the weekly smoke out but we were concerned that the chimney might eventually end up in our pool.   But on this visit it has not been a problem, we are here to rest, relax and play, we now have a very efficient manager to take care of things.  A phone call to him and the chimney has been righted and the aerial reinstated without our having to lift a finger.

And this is not the only thing that has changed: Calle Calzada has blossomed into an attractive tree lined venue full of new bars, hotels and restaurants; the lakeside area is sporting lots of facilities for families and children, there are a many more tourists and now two decent supermarkets to choose from.  From a less positive viewpoint food has escalated in price and I was surprised to find that a weekly shop is almost the same as in the UK.  Mind you couldn’t buy an excellent bottle of 5 year Flor de Cana rum in the Uk for $7.00.

On our arrival from the airport I was not best pleased to see that Marguerites bar had transferred from the Calzada to the other side of our street but it has proved a bonus as when my beloved pops over for an afternoon beer and chat with the boys at least I know where he is.   As we walk the Calzada on the first evening we recognize many old friends serving in bars including Mario who we first met at the Hacienda.  Mario likes to sing to his customers and one of his favourites was the Beatles number ‘Ticket to Ride’ which he thought was ‘Chicken to Ride’ until we put him straight. ‘Mario chicken’ we call out, ‘Bruce mojito mas fuerte’ he calls back.  It’s great to be back, scratch the surface and nothing in Granada has changed at all.

Lesley Norris

One Comment

  1. Gregg Powell

    March 25, 2017 at 6:17 pm

    Hola Bruce and Lesley…nice to see that U R back!!!

    Gregorio y clan/fam….C U somewhere soon, eh???