One of the apparent trends in our travels is that capital cities in Central America do not get a lot of love from us. That’s just a fact. In Guatemala, upon arrival, we left its capital, Guatemala City, by jumping into a taxi and riding away without ever seeing it. In San Salvador, the capital of El Salvador, we spent only half a day, leaving the historical center after several hours for a nearby volcanic lake. For our future trip to Honduras (for which I already have an itinerary), we do not plan on spending any time in Tegucigalpa. On the one hand, it makes no sense. Normally, we love capital cities as that’s where you explore the history, culture, and anything in between of any country. On the other hand, it makes perfect sense to skip most Central American capitals. These urban centers have heightened levels of crime, poverty, and pollution, and are often rough on the edges. Given the limited vacation time we have, it is not surprising that these cities do not make the cut.
Last month, we followed the familiar pattern and skipped Managua. From what we’ve read, the Nicaraguan capital is a tangle of confusing neighborhoods, and the historical center has not fully recovered after the devasting 1972 earthquake. Instead, we headed to two of the most popular cities: Granada and Leon. After all, Managua was only a compromise deal, selected as the nation’s capital following a bloody civil war between Nicaragua’s Conservatives (based in Granada) and Liberals (based in Leon). Exploring these two rival cities gave us a little bit of the needed context and history and allowed us to take a glance, even if superficial, at the nation’s psyche.
Granada was the first stop on our Nicaraguan itinerary. The city boasts a pretty colonial center. Its impressive cathedrals, churches, and mansions reminded us of other colonial jewels such as Guatemala’s Antigua and Cuba’s Trinidad. We came to Granada several weeks after the city celebrated the 500th anniversary of its founding, and the place was still buzzing with the post-celebratory energy. We spent our time getting lost in cute cobblestone streets, soaking in the colonial atmosphere, or simply people-watching in the central park while taking refuge from the heat in the shade of lovely, manicured trees. To get the best view of the city, we climbed to the top of the tower of Church La Merced, from which we could see the old town’s roofs, other churches, and a towering Mombacho Volcano and Lake Nicaragua (Lake Cocibolca).
My favorite part about Granada was that many buildings had interior courtyards with tropical plants growing inside. Our Airbnb had such a beautiful hidden garden, and we woke up every morning to a splendid view of a lush wall of greenery.
Despite the idyllic and picturesque nature, Granada had a very dark chapter in its history, all due to one notorious American. William Walker is almost unknown in the United States, but in Nicaragua (and especially in Granada) everyone knows his name. This 19th-century American mercenary had a wicked vision of turning Nicaragua into a slave state and annexing it to the United States. After the initial military success of fighting against Granada’s Conservatives on the side of Leon’s Liberals, Walker proclaimed himself President of Nicaragua and staged his inauguration in Granada’s central square. Subsequently, a joint coalition of the Central American powers defeated and kicked Walker out of Nicaragua. As a parting gift, he ordered to burn down Granada. And in flames it went. The deed did not go unpunished, and several years later, Walker was captured in Honduras and executed by a firing squad. But the old, colonial Granada was gone. As we walked around the town, we saw commemorative plaques on some buildings that recalled the disastrous event. What is more, as we traveled through the country, we also heard about William Walker from ordinary Nicaraguans. The collective memory is passed down from one generation to another, and the name of the American filibuster serves as a stark reminder of foreign intervention that has been a recurring theme in Nicaragua’s history.
We had plenty of things to do in Granada. In addition to roaming its streets and plazas, we also visited a local organic chocolate factory and poked our noses inside a cigar factory. These two businesses located next door show what a great business potential Nicaragua possesses as the country produces high-quality cacao beans and tobacco. We purchased chocolate but not cigars, although the woman working at the cigar factory swore that they were better than Cuban cigars. The cultural center by the San Francisco convent had a lot of interesting information about the local customs, traditions, and beliefs, and we especially enjoyed the primitivist paintings and stone sculptures from one of the nearby islands. Finally, we cruised Lake Nicaragua at sunset, navigating between 365 small volcanic islands (isletas) on a small boat and discovering the great biodiversity of the lake.
Granada’s only downside was that, at times, it felt a little bit too touristy. There is a national consensus in Nicaragua that the town is a holiday destination. Even a 100 Cordoba bill depicts a tourist horse carriage that visitors can take around Granada’s colonial center. La Calzada Street by Granada Cathedral is especially touristy, filled with restaurants and bars geared towards foreigners. Of course, if you have been traveling through Nicaragua for some time and got tired of repetitive Nicaraguan fare of gallo pinto, vigoron, and quesillos, Granada is your best bet to get your share of pizza, tacos, and other international foods. But the prices here are much higher than in the rest of the country. In the evening, the atmosphere is very much of a tourist trap with touts hassling you and trying to get you into their restaurant or sell you anything, from sunglasses to massage.
Still, we loved Granada and did not regret choosing it over Managua.
Next week: Part II. Volcanoes, street art, and dead revolutionaries and poets in a hot, sweaty Leon.
