Once our production wrapped last Thursday, there's been a whole new vibe happening. First, half the people just up and left. Before you know it, all the trailers are getting pulled apart, and no one is at Iguana's anymore. The rain has started and not stopped from the Hurricane that I never knew existed until a few days ago.
Yesterday I had one last free day. After packing and mourning the end of my hilltop/hammock/ocean view, I decided to bust it to Masaya. I've been wanting to go there forEVER. I thought I ran out of time, but you know what. Just do it. So I did it. The reception lady called her friend, Camilo, and my little taxi buddy drove 90 min to Masaya-- a town close to the capital, most famous for its artisan market. Unfortunately, we got there towards the end of the day, so a lot of the shops were closed. But, they were closed because of the... horse parade! Masaya was celebrating one of their Saints Days, so it was a big party in town. I mentioned to Camilo the horses seem really afraid of the music, since they were kind of jumping around and going crazy. And he's all, oh, no... they're dancing. They're trained to dance to the music. OH. RIGHT. AWESOME. So, once I realized they were dancing, I was cracking up. I'm so glad I went. It was a long drive, but that's usually half the fun anyways. You know, with the banana trucks and all.
Loved every bag, purse, scarf, everything in those fabrics.
Yep, dancing horses
Mercado