When we finally landed (with all the grace of a wounded elephant), the entire plane burst into applause. I had been mercifully engrossed in a conversation with a gentleman from Managua, but Elliot, it turns out, had been silently white-knuckled in fear. When the plane finally landed, he lost it, and it took quite a while for him to calm down. ("Don't worry, honey, we're safe, nobody's going to die"...)
Anyway, we're finally here, and we both got a good night's sleep. I'm still trying to sort out wifi - supposedly they have it here but I can't seem to get it on my iphone yet. I'm using my fellow traveler's macbook to write this.
Elliot's bored - gotta run.
| Elliot in Dona Fatima's courtyard, Granada |
