El Mirador de Nandasmo

For our last class, we took our LCF (language cultural facilitator) out to the Mirador de Nandasmo. Like the other Mirador, we had to pay to get in and it was really like we paid to enter a restaurant. The view was pretty and we practically had the place to ourselves. We sat on the second floor and there was a strong breeze and it was actually not that hot.
We practiced for our upcoming language interview with this Candy Land-like board game with questions the interviewer might ask us. We spoke about our college experiences, first boyfriends, things we like and do not like, and some other similar questions. It was an interesting way to learn a little more about each other.
The ride home was an adventure. It difficult to get to the Mirador. It is near nothing and at the end of the dirt road. We got the number of the guy who drove us on his mototaxi and we tried to call him but he was about 30 minutes away. So we decided to wait for this guy who said he just had to drop off someone close by and then he would return. He returned quickly and all five of us climbed into his tiny mototaxi.  On the way, he ran out of gas. We had to hail down another moto and ask for their reserve, which is a water bottle half filled with gas. Then a few feet later, he told us we had to get out of the moto because he does not have a license and their was a police checkpoint further down the road. We then got onto another moto who took us a roundabout route on a dirt path because he also did not have a license. Ultimately, he dropped us off at the elementary school in our town because he wanted to pick up more clients. In the end, it worked out but we all said to each other, Only in Nicaragua!