Lauryn headed on to Costa Rica and I had a week or so with a true noplanplan. So, I headed back up to Granada on an adventurous, quintessentially Central American ride in a chicken bus. I sweated in the sun for an hour, waiting for the old school bus to leave. Happy to have a seat even though regularly elbowed by peddlers walking through the aisle, selling everything from hair barrettes to myriad food/drink in a plastic bag: chicken and plantains, soda, orange juice. Rob, a fishmonger from London, hacking besides me, strung out from weeks of cheap cocaine in the region, the powder having finally caught up with him and his lungs.
After a bumpy two-hour ride, we arrived in the dusty, beautifully colonial town of Granada. I spent the next four days taking day trips to an old crater lake, Laguna de Apoyo, a couple volcanoes, ziplining, nearby isletas (tiny islands), and a neighboring town.
The first day alone I felt really lonely but also excited for traveling on my own. People always wonder if it’s super lonely traveling as a nomad, but in reality, I rarely find myself alone for long. I either travel with friends, do an organized tour or program where I meet new people, or make friends as I go. I find being alone sometimes lonely, but more often than not, it is a slightly anxious though energetic solitude. Traveling solo helps me to recharge, spend time with myself, and appreciate being around others.
On a side note, I’ve thought a lot about how you can be single or physically alone and not feel loneliness but solitude. I’ve thought about how you can be surrounded by people, or in a relationship, but feel utterly lonely. The feeling of loneliness has nothing to do with your physical proximity to others or relationship status. It has everything to do with feeling intimacy for people who are present or not.
I wasn’t quite alone the whole time as I met up with Mildred, a Nicaraguan I met in Little Corn, and made a new friend, Georgie, my yoga teacher in Granada. I also got the chance to teach a couple of her yoga classes, which I continue to absolutely love. It’s been great to meet people from all different walks of life. I’m passionate about hearing other people’s stories, challenging their ways of thinking and interpreting internal and external events, supporting them on their path, and being inspired by their journey. This gives me a ton of energy!
Erupting Volcán Masaya: Mildred and I hitchhiked up the mountain with a really nice family to view the lava!
Around Volcán Masaya: Coyotepe, an old prison and torture chamber
Laguna de Apoyo: kayaking, SUP, great views, and good food
Las Isletas: small islands off of Granada with private homes