Granada-the word, the city..it´s somewhere in the collective subconscious. It´s ancient, on a lake that leads to the carribbean, and it´s still here: in Nicaragua. It´s all about bananas here in this colonial town. There are horse carts with old fashioned wagon wheels trotting around town, and the buildings are bright gold, lime green, deep pink. Ceiling height starts at 20 feet.
You can see why ex-pats make homes here, in a tropical place with so much past. The place has been sacked by pirates, and the large lake it sits on contains ferocious freshwater bull sharks. There´s something about Granada, and the people who live here. They´re called Granadians. I wouldn´t mind calling myself a Granadian. It sounds like a cocktail.
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