| | An hour and a half on a bus from Esteli, we arrived in a little hill top village called La Garanacha. It was immaculate in how it was taken care of with perfect little gardens, communal pens for their goats and beautiful corrals for the cows. We were shown by a boy to our little cabin and told that we should walk down for the sunset over the ridge. Standing overlooking the valley below the volcano peaks in the distance, we watched the cloud-filled sky change from yellow to orange to blood red as the sun dropped further and further in the sky. Then the winds began. By the time we had eaten supper and returned to our little cabin, the wind was howling, so although there were three beds available, we took the blankets from each, piled them all onto one bed and huddled down playing cards, eventually falling asleep to the ferocious winds.
 
The next morning any plans we had of walking around were put on the shelf as the wind had only increased through the night. So after a breakfast of homemade bread and village made cheese (so delicious), I suggested that we walk back down to Esteli. It was perhaps two hours and all down hill I told my mom. Well, two hours was more like four, and it wasn't quite 'all down hill', but the views were incredible and the little houses and villages we passed along the way were fantastic. It was much more enjoyable then the bus ride up, although our feet and calves definitely complained about it the next day.
 
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