I like the Nica cowboys.
In Granada they're relatively rare but head out to the hills and those hats become a more frequent sight. There's a quiet charisma about these guys too. Like they're men who work hard but speak little. Strong silent types as, I guess, all cowboys should be.
But every so often you spot a cowboy where it just doesn't work.
On a Miraflor bus I saw a young guy, dressed head to toe in black, who sported every single cowboy accessory topped off with mirror shades. Well, to be honest, he'd have looked more at home hanging out with a construction worker, biker and a Native American, if you get my drift.
Then there was the guy we saw today while lunching today in Granada. Now I reckon the Nica cowboy only has one real requirement - the hat (like the dude above). More usually boots and blue jeans too. But by the time you add, gun holster, spurs, braces (that's suspenders if you're Americano), shades etc, it all starts too look a little forced. That was the case for this guy.
In the end though it wasn't his attire that brought the most stares. More the fact that he picked out Cosmopolitan to read from the Cafe's magazine pile, as he settled himself in his seat to wait for his order.
He then scanned it from cover to cover while conspicuously checking out every last leg and cleavage photo. Again, forgivable. It must get lonely in the hills and he probably doesn't get into town much.
If he wanted my advice though, I'd tell him not to use that huge magnifying glass next time. Not cool muchacho.
All of which sounds like a flimsy but very nearly genuine excuse to include the following film clip.