We were in Grenada
and my friend insisted
there was a German restaurant
with good German beers
because he had a guide book.
We had a small map
with limited information
so we set out looking
for this mythical German place.
The street signs—
were non-existent—
or completely unhelpful.
We were walking through
barely paved roads
with a lot of brightly colored homes.
A brief conversation
with a local gentleman
yielded a single word
I understood: “Cerado.”
So we never found
our German restaurant
but we did get
a self guided walking tour
through an authentic Nicaraguan barrio.
It was really nothing
To get excited about—
just some kids playing
stickball in the street
and a few adults sitting on steps.
No one seemed to notice us
Or care that we were there
I could smell food cooking
and someone was drinking a Toná beer.
We gave up on our search
and found a different restaurant
very thirsty but no worse for wear
and learned from the owner
that we had come within 2 blocks
of our initial destination.
It was in fact open
apparently just not for us.
A German Restaurant
at the end of the world. 2 blocks! Sometimes you hit, sometimes...a german restaurant in S. America? Barrio is a great name, bye the bye. :D slc
thanks for dropping by.
thanks for dropping by.