My favorite Nicaraguan experiences from this trip (in no particular order):
1. Granada and Managua, arch rivals on the level of Red Sox v. Yankees, Duke v. North Carolina, or GM v. the sun, played in the deciding game 5 of the playoffs last night. We wanted to go--if you remember my account of the other Nicaraguan beisbol game we attended, you'll understand why--but Julio warned against it as he said last year there was violence involving broken bottles and cars set on fire. So instead we ended up at a bar last night watching it on TV with a bunch of very exuberant Nicaraguans. Bottom of the 9th, Granada down 3-2. They scored a run to send it into extra innings, and then won in the bottom of the 10th. The excitement, joy, and noise was incredible. Uruk will appreciate...fireworks inexplicably started at the stadium in the middle of the 9th and continued throughout the game and then throughout the night.
2. Julio has a son, Santi, who is about 15 months old. He has taught Santi the important stuff, like how to high-five everyone or to kiss his Aunt Krista on the cheek, but most importantly, he has taught Santi that Mr. krista is loco and the little circles one makes on the side of the head to indicate "crazy", so that when Santi hears Mr. krista's name, he just touches the side of his head to indicate "loco".
3. Julio told us of a homeless guy that lives in Granada who doesn't own a watch or any other timepiece but always know, with absolute precision, what time it is. Doesn't matter if it's cloudy or sunny, day or night, but he can tell you the time. Everyone calls him Bruce Lee. We asked Julio why he is known as Bruce Lee. "I don't know; that's just what we call him."