The 4 hour line & the Current Escorpion Count

¡Prospero Año Nuevo a Todos! I have arrived in Grenada, Nicaragua} after spending nearly four hours in a line to get my passport stamped to leave Costa Rica, and another hour on the Nicaraguan side to get bags inspected. Since I'm not a die-hard fan of any music or movie I would say it was the longest wait in my life. In line, I met a woman in the Peace Corp from Colorado, so we spent much of the time discussing that experience and stuff from back home. About two days ago, I really roughed it and went all out Peace Corp when I went back to Playa de Flamingo without a reservation, and unsuccessfully searched for a room less than one-hundred dollars (the problem is that it is the vacation season in C.R.). I had a headache and wasn´t thinking straight, and after way to much in cab fare I ended up in the worst place I´ve stayed in my life. Instead of a roach motel, I got a wasp-spider motel, with literally wasp nests on the sky light, and a ceiling covered in cob webs. I was thinking to try to get a bus to a major city far away from the beach that very night, but the problem was that I was in a lugrejo, a po-dunk town, and I didn´t know exactly where I was. The elderly lady who owned the house seemed a bit senile, and the lovely outhouse and outdoor sink only added to the charm. The Gallo or Rooster directly outside my window was but an added ammenity. Today, when I was opening my backpack to get my laundry together, I found scorpion number #3 hiding out in my jeans, no doubt a stowaway from the wasp motel. It´s made me a bit nervous to reach into my bags. But otherwise, my first experiences of Nicaragua have been wonderful. Grenada is a town with beautiful colonial architecture, and what I saw of Lake Managua from the road was magnificent with volcanos lining the shores across from the road we were on. Updates forthcoming...