Love birds. 

This is the common area of the hostel where we stayed. It was so nice...and only $40 a night for a room with A/C! 

This church, dedicated to San Francisco, or Saint Francis, was made out of adobe a looooong time ago. The church was built over two tombs, one of an ancient pagan shaman, and another of a Spanish soldier. You can still see their bones encased in glass in the floor. 

We also checked out some of the local churches. Here's the altar from one of them. 

These are some paintings by local artists we got to see at the cultural center in Granada. 

Making pinatas. 

We checked out some museums in Granada. These clay pots were used to contain the ashes of the dead in pre-Columbian times. Pretty crazy. 

This ain't no Nica skank dog here, folks. 

Here's a view from the stairs of another cathedral of the volcano outside the city. 

Taxis...Granada style. 

The most colorful bum you'll ever meet. 

The moto ride was fun, but we couldn't find the passport in Gigante, so we had to head to Managua to apply for a new one. On the way there, we stopped in Granada, the oldest colonial city in the Americas for a few days. Here's the central park and main cathedral. 

Eat your heart out, James Dean. 

Well, we had planned to head to Monteverde, in Costa Rica, last week to spend a few days and renew our visas at the border, but someone (ahem) lost his passport. We thought maybe said party left it out in Gigante, so Dale loaned us a moto to head out to try and find it. Here's me, looking badness before we set off. 

The lineup. 

You only get a smile like that when the waves are good. 

This is our man Jackson showing off. This kid is only 9 years old! 

We got some BIG swell about a week ago. So big that even the bay at Gigante was blowing up. Here's Ashton surfing a little left with some of the local kids.