Granada, by Jodi
We’re back from Granada and tired and bug bitten and happy to be home. It was an amazing trip though. The border crossing was painful, but not nearly as painful as it could have been had Troy not connected us with the Nicaraguan he’d met on one of his border crossings. There are about 8 different obscure people you have to see if you want to cross the border in your own car and they’re not at all obvious or well marked and there’s no sign that explains what you need to do. So, unless you really want to save $20, you hire someone to guide you through it. The horses mating 3 feet off the road was unforgettable. I seriously couldn’t breathe, I was laughing so hard. Kevin managing to steer our car around the horse carriage without hitting oncoming traffic was a flat out miracle. This is what the horse carriage looked like, but in the dark, with absolutely no reflectors. It still amazes me that we came out of that one not only unscathed, but completely untouched. This was the