Safety Primero...

I've learned how to trust the feelings God gives me. I prayed and claimed that I would travel to Nicaragua and Panama while I was studying down here in Costa Rica. This weekend the first goal was accomplished. Mo and I traveled to Granada and Managua, Nicaragua. This is how it all worked out...

Mo's grandmother moved to the US before her youngest sister (Mo's great aunt) was born. None of Mo's family has been to Nicaragua since. Thursday before we met Morgan to go to Cultura Extrema we hit up Tica Bus, some other sketchy bus station, and TransNica. The first was filled, the second was closed, and the third wasn't sure if they would have room on their buses for us to return home Monday. (I have to meet my OTS group Monday evening) He told us to call Friday morning and he would call headquarters in Nicaragua. Ivannia, mi mama tica, called and reserved our seats Friday morning. We get to the station and the man says all the seats are filled and there's NO SPACE!!! =O We get in another line explaining that we had called ahead and reserved seats. The woman confirmed this and we were on our way... First Class ;-)

Once we got across the border four other dudes hopped onto our bus. Mo and I were in the last row by the bathroom and they stood beside us. They looked sospechosos from the jump off but as we watched Little Man in Spanish their laughs kinda eased my fears. Then they started asking where were going and talking amongst themselves about how we were traveling solas. Mo felt the need to tell the bus driver to call us a taxi and  about shady dudes behind us... with her spanish, I doubt she conveyed all those ideas. lol. But she asked me to get out my knife. Do you know how many times I cut myself trying to master that thing within 10mins?! craziness.

  We got off the bus in Granada (no taxi was there, go figure?!) But the guys went their own way... which makes me wonder how we as humans draw some conclusions. I know people say it's better to be safe than sorry, but was I misjudging someone's character and intentions because he seemed dangerous? So many people had warned us about safety in Nicaragua. In San Jose there are always stories of muggings especially of people who appear too touristy. Had I let the warnings justify my prejudice? Just wondering because I felt really bad about my assumptions.