On a scorching day in May 2009 I board a bus in Granada, Nicaragua. I stand in a dusty, muddy lot on the outskirts of town. It was the Year of the Swine…
![Granada, Nicaragua](http://alldayidreamoftravel.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/07/Capture.jpg)
“What time does this bus leave?” I asked impatiently, the oppressive sun beating down on me.“As soon as it’s full,” the driver replies, unreassuringly.