
Travelling to Nicaragua was never part of my plan. Yet, suddenly I was on a plane to Managua. I threw caution to the wind and played it by ear…
Upon landing in Managua, it was easy to find my way out of the smallish airport. This was in a time before Google Maps was popular. I never intended to stay long in the capital. My plan was to move onto first León, then Granada. Both cities are about equidistant from the capital, so if you’re wondering which one to visit the answer is: both!
Using only my directional sense, I looked for the bus terminal to get out of town to León. I ended up in a maze of a market with no end in sight and panicked. I must have looked lost. Soon, a short Mayan-looking woman offered to escort me to where the buses– essentially vans – left town.
The drive to León is punctuated with volcanoes, which I stared at from my seat in the van. My seatmates seemed completely unfazed by them as they slept or relaxed. Exhausted between my crack of dawn flights from New York to Houston and bus ride from Managua to León, I was operating on pure adrenaline.
Moving On
I’ll admit, I don’t remember much about arriving into town except for looking for a place to stay. That’s right: I came all the way to
La Recolección Church in León, Nicaragua was built in 1786 and has stood the test of time.