Granada, Nicaragua -- night

Well, since that last entry earlier today, I have had a good afternoon and evening, which has almost coincidentally dealt with the topic of the last entry.

After the conversation with the vendor on the shore of el Lago Nicaragua, I was soon after surrounded by a bunch of tiny little green bugs. So I decided to leave to head back to el Parque Central. I sat down at a bench and in a little bit the parade of bench-partners began.

Perhaps there is humidity now or perhaps it is the pen, but this ink is very faint. I think I will try to write again later. And hopefully I can finish this entry . . . ok, so let's give this a try.

I had been sitting on the bench by myself when a young Nica walked by with a bandana rolled and wrapped around his forehead. He looked like a gangster, but we made eye contact, so I nodded as a form of greeting.