Omg this dream is slowly coming to an end. Mi amiga left to get back to San José and I only have one full day left. Snif... After the "chicken bus" to the Costa Rican border left, I went and booked my way back to Managua for Friday and then decided to go for a walk on the beach. (I'm still debating if I should go in the water or not because I really burned my back 2 days ago.) So As I'm slowly making my way back on the beach, I'm watching this old man kind of fishing. He has a bucket and is throwing what looks like a rag attached to a line. So he probably sees my puzzled look because he invites me to take a look at his catch. Turns out he's "fishing" crabs and the rag is not a rag but large slabs of fish that the crabs are apparently fond of. So this dude who I'm guessing is in his sixties, chatted me up for a good hour. He's from the city but used to work on a boat, so visited a lot of places. He showed me la cara del Indio naturally carved in one of the surrounding mountains and also told me that the rays that were in the water 2 days ago were not rays and were not dangerous. I'm still not sure who to beleive because they totally looked like rays. But the fun thing is that I got to practice my Spanish again! I was having a bit more difficulty than when I talked to the columbian guy but I think it was because of the pronunciation.
Later, I returned to the beach for a swim and actually saw one of those non-ray rays fly out of the water... I'm no specialist but aren't rays more fond of the bottom floor? I'll have to look that up. Later one of the students came on the beach so we just hung out for the rest of the afternoon. I went back to my room around 5 pm for a shower and then went out across the street for a quick and lonesome supper. I was starting to feel a few pairs of predaceous eyes on me when, thank god, this artisan we had met a couple days ago passed by and decided to sit with me for a beer. This 30-year-old is from Spain and has been travelling for 4 years. He studied to be a social worker and worked successfuly in the business world and decided to drop everything. After the first year, he arrived in Argentina were he learned how to make these really intricate string/macrame bracelet and that alone pays for his travels. It's got to be pretty nice to be free that way. He speaks with a different accent and very quickly so some parts of our conversation I'm not sure I understood. It was still nice to practice some more. After supper, he was nice enough to accompany me to the artisans street corner were I wanted to get this ring I had seen a few days ago. It's really pretty with a nice pink rock.
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