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.
"I think when I came down here to Nicaragua I had a pretty positive
attitude about life. But I feel like the longer I'm here, and the more
stories I hear from my Nicaraguan friends, and the more families I see
victimized by blatant injustice and people taking advantage of others,
and the more I try to make sense of the whole "poverty issue" and what
the root causes are, who's to blame for what, what the solutions are,
etc... the more my brains hurts. and the more my heart hurts.
guess i'm realizing that there are no easy answers, that roots run much
deeper than I want to believe, and that even my own identity as a
gringa can contribute to people's poverty if i'm not careful. some days
i try not to think about all the huge overwhelming issues that underly
the work i'm a part of here, and then some days i can't avoid them. I
guess this is one of those days."
* Picture taken during today's midday sun, siesta time