Everyone met at the airport without a hitch. Andy and Danette made it in OK. All the airport officials were wearing breathing masks and we had to walk through a body heat sensor to make sure we weren´t running a temp. I guess swine flew is still an issue here. Thank god they didn´t hear me sneeze a minute earlier.
We made it into Granada just fine but not before our luggage soaked up some rain water on the roof of the micro bus; we are, after all, in the rainy season. After checking into our humble accomodations we headed down via la calzada for a few macuas (official drink made with flor de cana rum and guayaba) Danette caught the eye of an older gentleman who decided to recite some love poems written by Ruben Dario (Nicaragua´s most famous poet)After a few macua we were ready for Cafe Nuit, the smallest but warmest dance club in town. After dancing for a few minutes we felt like we had done an hour of Bikram. We didn´t last very long as most of us were exhausted from the trip so we headed home but not before I took everyone on an extended visit through town trying to find our hostel. Most of the streets in the area had lost electricity so it was completely impossible to see street names so we walked in circles for a while.
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