One Last Adventure

Tuesday night we embarked on one last adventure. After finishing with adult education classes at 8pm, a group of 10 of us headed out for a walk. When we left, I was unsure as to our exact plans, knowing only that we were going to go walking and not knowing where we were really going. We walked, and walked, and walked, and having walked for over and hour, decided we were sick of walking. So we got a taxi. Now this was not a normal full size car taxi like we have here in the US. This was a motorcycle with an extended body that has two benches, and is really more of a mini-car on a motorcycle frame. Somehow, we managed to cram all ten of us into this taxi, a feat I'm still not sure how we accomplished. We finally arrived on the outskirts of Managua at a restaurant called El Quesillero. Here we ate Quesillos, which are tortillas filled with cheese, sour cream, and onions, a fairly famous food in Nicaragua. They were delicious, and afterwards we started for home. On our way we passed by a police post, where a cop was sitting by the side of the road. One of the girls asked if we could take some pictures with him, so I got a picture of myself being held in handcuffs by a Nicaraguan Cop.

We managed to snag a taxi for the way home, this time an actual car, though still not a big one, and we again crammed all ten of us inside. We finally made it home at about 11:30, quite late for my time in Nicaragua. It was a great last night in Nicaragua, and a fun way to say goodbye to my new friends. I'm so thankful for everything they showed me during my time there, and the blessing they were to me.