After being dropped off at Latina after our night out on Telica, I was starving. At Silvio's suggestion, I headed to a restaurant that lies a couple blocks up from where we were. The brightly colored homes and tiendas that I observed earlier in the day were now shrouded in darkness. The occasional streetlight lit my way as I switched between walking on the road and the sidewalks.  I made a mental note of the direction I was heading as there were few observable markings in the dark to guide me back. 

I found myself at the square of the Cathedral. On the corner closest to the Cathedral door stood El Sesteo. Half believing it was closed, I approached one of the waiters, "una persona." With that, I sat down as a breeze swept through the open walls. 

I ordered the chancho con yuca, pulled pork with steamed yuca, and freshly sliced tomatoes. I recalled earlier that Miguel, our guide on Telica, said chancho also means dirty. Whatever that implied about my dish, I didn't want to know.  Finally glad to get a real meal in, I devoured the plate and headed back to Latina, where Latin music greeted me even before I rounded the street corner. 

And so that was the end of day 1 in Nicaragua. 

Day 2 was bound to be more restful. I "slept in" until eight. With the intention of walking through the neighborhoods, I filled my water bottle and headed out the gates.