Toñas, horses, music, dancing and so, so much love.
We were sitting in this gorgeous restaurant called, Pita Pita that was about a 5 minute walk from our hostel. Picture an adorable spot with a huge wood fired pizza oven, an open garden + greenery area in the middle, and some of the freshest, tastiest hummus I’ve ever had. Rebecca, our server + soon to be new friend was asking us if we were going to partake in “hipica”. Aminda and I had no idea what it was so she kind of giggled and explained.
Rebecca summed it up as events that would be happening throughout the week. A bull run down the tiny streets of Granada, music at all hours, marching bands, a parade of horses “even the reallllly ugly ones get to be shown off too”, street food + beers and people trying to climb up a pole that was slippery with butter or fat (I can’t remember) on it in order to win a cash prize…
Here are a few photos from the day of the procession of horses. The little cowboy and cowgirls killed me!
I think I’m going to post more about my travels on here. I haven’t figured it all out yet or what it will all look like, but for my next post I’m going to focus on the little things I remember + appreciated from my time in Nicaragua. I’m not great with words, and I’ve recently realized that once I “come back” from traveling, I don’t really talk much about it (unless you’re like my best friend, then you won’t get me to shut up after a few tequila sodas). I mean to say that I don’t usually elaborate or expand much on what I saw, experienced, lived, felt because the second I start to open up, all of my emotions come FLYING out at full speed and that’s an extremely vulnerable state that scares the hell out of me. This is my messy, strange, uncertain attempt at trying to allow myself to feel what I gotta feel and share with those who’d like to listen. Here’s to a more heightened form of documenting my travels, and hopefully sticking to it… 🤪