I need to take a moment to brag a little here…
Justin and I crushed it in Managua last week. I mean, we freaking rocked. Anyone who has ever ventured into Managua on a day trip understands this accomplishment. If you plan on 4 hours to complete your errands, you can expect it to take 8. If you hope to get home before sunset, you should assume that you will return before sunrise the following day. If you dare to say “this shouldn’t take long,” it will take longer.
Managua days are tough for San Juaneño transplants. Us Expats are used to having 5 malls within a 20 mile radius. But not here in Nicaragua. Two hours there, two hours back, and 14 hours of navigating labyrinth-style roads, stop-light window washers, semis and oxcarts in between.
Normally, we leave San Juan later than planned and get home much later than we hoped. But last week, we put Managua to bed. Just like that. We got out of the house by 7:30. We rented a [reliable] car with functioning a/c and managed to drive more than 80 kilometers per hour without fear of a breakdown (car or mental). We rolled into Managua just after 9:30 and were so early that we even had to wait for stores to open. In 7 hours, we accomplished this:
-Migracion (visa renewal – arrived to find a minimum 2-hour wait, but jumped the line thanks to the awesome migracion ladies who remember and adore Lucy from her passport application
-Lunch (I resisted the BK urge that often accompanies stressful MGA days and leaves me feeling nappy)
-Transito (paid a multa from our last trip to Managua)
-Lab (pesky thyroid)
-Stop and Go (a little slice of heaven for Expats craving Dr. Pepper, red curry paste, Butterfingers, and anything else that you can’t seem to find anywhere else.)
-Bavaria (sausage kings)
-La Colonia (stocking up on Cheerios and chocolate)
And we still made it home in time to put Lucy to bed, too.