Pick the right day, and the sun shines down, warming you. Your body tells you man, "we haven't really used those muscles that much lately," and the effort pumps your blood and puts a smile on your face. As you gain a little more speed, a breeze blows in your face and just barely lifts up the back of your shirt. It feels good to be on a bike today.
Granada, Nicaragua is a biking town. It has some of that island feel, where there just aren't enough cars here, and you wonder how the people get around. Here, it' all about old school vehicles: horse drawn carts and as many people on a bike as can fit.
We spent the day exploring all this city had to offer on bikes, and it was especially exhilirating after we'd spent a couple days couped up, my bod fighting a hefty cold, one of my American souveniers. High and Low, Near and Far. We saw what we could see.
Kyle in front of a home; with bike in front of the Capilla de Armas (chapel at a cemetary that's a replica of one in France)
view of children playing soccer between buildings; Bessie in Parque Central
through the cemetary; marble cemetary plot modeled after Notre Dame
Bessie & the colorful house; Kyle passing another church
Somehow looking over all that I'm singing Mr. Roger's "It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood." Maybe you and your bike would find the same.
We're silly and adventurous, computer geeks and yoga peeps.
September 07, 2008
Kyle Crum
September 07, 2008
Amelia
Thanks for the pictures. I'm enjoying it all from my home in the Philadelphia area.
September 08, 2008
Marge
Sorry (again) that I miss y'all when you were home. That American body cold got me, too!
September 08, 2008
mumsie
September 08, 2008
barbie
September 09, 2008
Kristine
September 11, 2008
DADDIO
September 12, 2008
Linda