Cattle Drive Heading for greener pastures

    Granada is built on the shores of Lake Nicaragua. In olden days, the rich or famous of Managua came to the lake to relax with their families and built huge homes that go unused by heirs who have moved to the United States or other foreign lands for more opportunity, better weather, or because they can. There is a huge park at the end of Calle Libertidad with open air discos, park benches and swings, nooks to enjoy a swim and cooler breezes. This morning, horsemen push cattle past as I stand in shade, out of the way. When one of the herd moves closer to the park’s grass, it is driven back towards the shoreline by one of the cowboys. A slight breeze moves leaves in the trees, water gently kisses the shoreline, and people have not yet begun to wake. Granada is a place where animals are important and a part of daily routine. This moment speaks of a more pastoral time when men spent the day with their animals, weren’t in a hurry, and lived well with nature. In the evening these cowboys will come back this way, cattle driven home by the caballeros, the lake turning pinks and yellows and reds as the sun goes down. Dogs will keep the cattle in a straight line and everyone will be hungry after a hard day of work. This is a small poignant piece of the nineteenth century still alive in the twenty first century. These days, we too are being driven, but it isn’t cowboys that herd us.    
     

Houston to Managua on the road again

    Airport security is what it always is; intrusive, obnoxious, unproductive, insulting. From standing in front of the x ray scanner with your hands above your head, to a quick pat down by a uniformed government servant, it is hard to ever feel this is for my own good. Once I clear scrutiny, I  eventually end at my proper gate where i wait more, finally board my latest jet and fly for my sixth travel ring in the belly of a gussied up tin can. Houston to Managua is a boring three hours in the air and standing in Managua, going through Customs, travelers who have been here before share their travel adventures in loud voices you can’t escape. ” Last time down we shot a hell of a lot of ducks, ” a middle aged man with a Hemingway beard and a protruding stomach tells me. ” I’m staying at the Hotel Alhambra. My friends and me come down here three or four times a year. ” Customs goes quickly and paying a $10 entry fee to get into Nicaragua I smile for a camera mounted on the Custom officer’s booth window as he stamps my passport. Martine, my pre-arranged shuttle driver, is waiting for me outside the terminal, holding a sign with my name on it. It is night and he is paid to get me to my lodgings. ” Welcome to Nicaragua, ” he says, in English, with a smile. The United States is behind me, Nicaragua is in front of me. Why so many people leave the U.S. looking for paradise is a Graduate student’s dissertation I would pay to read and actually read. In the middle of the night, on our way to Granada, I can’t see anything of what I have gotten myself into, only know that another place on a world map is about to unfold for me.  I’m glad, as Martine navigates the dark narrow roads, that I’m not a duck.  
                       

Sea Turtle Rescue Center South Padre Island Drive

    Sea turtles can grow to five hundred pounds and range widely over the world’s oceans. They mysteriously return to lay eggs on the same beach where they were born and man has been one of their biggest enemies since their meat is tasty, their shells can be fashioned into ornaments, their body parts dried and ground into Oriental medicine. A sea turtle rescue center operates on South Padre Island’s Gulf Shores Drive. Volunteers staff it, donations keep it alive, and injured or sick turtles inhabit a series of lined swimming pool tanks inside the rehabilitation center. Some turtles have been victims of boat propellers, some were injured in fishing nets, some lost a limb to sharks. Life as a turtle has dangers but when the turtles are recovered from their setbacks, they are released back into the Gulf, tagged, monitored, and celebrated. Allison is a current resident turtle with a prothesis. Losing her tail, she has been fitted with a new rubber one that lets her glide in her small tank like a Gulf War veteran with new robotic legs. Victims of carelessness, malice, chance, turtles are easy to love and people support the turtle cause by buying turtle memorabilia in the gift shop. Man too has his own tragedies to overcome. Our safety tanks take the form of halfway houses, hospitals, psych wards, jails, and churches. There are plenty of days we aren’t ready to be released into the world again, either.  
     

Going to the Dogs South Padre Island beach

    People love dogs.  Dogs behave as we humans should behave. They are loyal, patient, love unconditionally, and show affection. Many retirees who pull their Rv’s to the Isla Blanca Park in South Padre Island, Texas do so because they don’t want to leave their dogs home with strangers or alone in a kennel with other dogs where they pick up a lot of bad habits. It makes economic and moral sense to take your dogs on vacation with you because dogs are family from the first day they adopt you. This morning two adults walk two dogs. Even though leashes bind animals to their masters, one senses the leashes could be released, the dogs would scamper, but ultimately return to their masters sides where they belong. This morning humans wouldn’t think about letting their best friends run away from their side.There is a $2000 fine if dogs are found running loose and the beach is patrolled by uniformed men in official trucks. People love dogs more than money, but not by much.  
     

Seagull Charley Morning on South Padre Island Beach

    Seagull Charley doesn’t come when you call his name. Without a fish for Charley, he ain’t going anywhere and he won’t push tennis balls with his beak or do circus tricks. This morning Charley strolls the beach watching for opportunities. What he catches is his and he will share only if he has a mind too. There are dining opportunities on this beach all the way north to Corpus Christi and south to Mexico and when waves go out Charley quickly covers his little piece of real estate. He doesn’t own anything but his feathers but his basic rules are self preservation, having a full stomach, and taking care of Mama Charley and the kids. When Charley leaves the beach and takes flight, this Padre Island strip of sand seems more isolated and less friendly. In air, between sand and sea, Charley is free,and,oddly enough, it makes me feel free too as I watch him glide in the wind above me. Wanting to fly has been a long time dream of our human species.  
     

Deja Vu back in time for a storm

    Yogi might not have said “, It’s deja vu all over, ” but, if he didn’t, he should have. The day after my trip to warmer climates is in bed, Mother Nature spreads her winter blanket and dumps snow on Albuquerque. In the foothills, east of Albuquerque, snowflakes nestle between cactus spines, but, before noon, the sun will start to erase the white. Footprints ahead of me point up the trail and my eye catches a rabbit cutting out of a ravine and darting under a scrubby bush by a granite boulder. He might worry but I couldn’t hit him with two shotguns. I watch as he freezes in what he believes is safety. He is still motionless as I move again up the trail. His territory is more limited than mine but we both deal with Mother Nature, he with fur and me with a coat. It’s winter, and, just back from a trip, I’m already packing my Toyota Sunrader again for a jaunt to Padre Island, Texas. The last few years the only sign on my front door has been the one that says ” Gone Fishing. ” It seems that I’m gone more than I am home and this, I figure, is as good a definition of deja vu as any.
       

Birdwatching San Sebastian Park

    After people watching, bird watching is one of the world’s favorite pastimes. Birdwatchers travel the globe, stand in swamps, dress in camouflage, take pictures and write bird sightings in little books, and swear there is nothing better. In this city the most common birds are pigeons. These survivors can be seen on top of statues, on ledges of buildings, waddling on paths in parks, holding to high voltage electric lines without a blink, and staying close but not too close to the humans who feed them, chase them, photograph them, clean up after them. This morning, in San Sebastian Park, a group flocks at my feet.They are of the same family but their parents dressed them differently. Their range of color is from all white to all black with some shades of brown sprinkled like cinnamon on oatmeal. They show genetics at work and would make Charles Darwin dance a jig. I don’t write morning sightings in a little book, but I take photos. Their randomness this morning is interesting in the same way as pool balls on an unused table with a game left unfinished.
     

Dinosaur Comeback still popular

    From the street, this exposition seems promising. There is a huge dinosaur on a flatbed in Parque Calderone. There is also, nearby, a tall movie poster featuring a reptile with big teeth, the word Dinosaurs in big letters, and an offer to children to get in to this exhibit absolutely free if with their parents. Dinosaurs are still one of the first topics in grade school science and movies like Jurassic Park have kept interest fanned in the large creatures who, by their fossils, we know to have existed. These modern man made show beasts are fabricated from steel, plastic, with rubber like skin. They are brightly painted and dwarf us little humans, hardly sand grains between their toes. I don’t see any animal here I would want to take home and have to feed but any one of them would keep riff raff out of my back yard. Dentists, I have no doubts, would love to get one of these guys or girls in their biggest chair but doing a root canal would not be easy because peering into this Rex’s mouth, and going in with the biggest drill you have, would take nerves of steel and several drums of anesthesia. I bet their dinosaur breath would be the kiss of death.  
             

Little Girl Feeding Monkeys cute as a bug

    We don’t see any other monkeys on this trip. More might be here, but this is the only one who is tame enough and smart enough to meet the boat, take food from us tourists, and entertain for his bread and butter. He is a spider monkey and almost as cute as the little girl who feeds him lunch from the bow of our boat. Monkeys are always a big draw. Some say they are our cousins. Some like to watch them climb. Monkey’s are inquisitive, territorial and social. There is no one that doesn’t watch this monkey business. Shariah is happy. She gets to feed the monkey and be on stage at the same time.
       

Dogs and Birds-Belize Morning walk

    Dog lovers often bring their dogs on vacation with them. This little guy runs down the beach and his owners tell us, as we pass them, that he will swim out to get birds all the way to the end of the pier. Down the beach, only moments ago, Rabbit and I met a local woman with a pooper scooper who said she was watching for the dog that poops on her yard each morning. She also tells us, matter of factly, that she has a loaded shotgun and would love to make her day and shoot the dogs owner first.  You Tube is where aliens can go to get a good read on our planet. This little dog needs to be careful about his business. Shotguns can take you all the way out of this life even if the human who pulls the trigger is half blind and drunk as a skunk.  
     
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