I forgot to say that when I was following the group out of La Chureca and to the historical sites, the truck with the group got pulled over by the police. I pulled over in front of them too since I didn't know where we were going. The officer looked at me, but didn't see my face, as I was watching him in my side mirror. He talked to Felix, the truck driver, and to the group for a couple minutes and then let them off. I'm not sure whether or not they had to give him a little bribe or not, but I'm glad it wasn't me that got pulled over. I didn't have (and still don't) my license plates or license, but luckily the officer assumed I was Nicaraguan and not a Gringo with the group, and didn't really give me much attention. Tomorrow I'm going to the "dmv" to pick up my plates and maybe get my license if I have enough to pay for it. If not I'll wait till Tuesday or Wednesday when I have some more cash.
Today was just another Sunday. I went with Esmir on the motorcycle to church, bought a few churros to hold me over till lunch, and then followed the orphanage bus to Vera Cruz. There I ate with the kids in the orphanage and later played soccer with them for a few hours. We returned to Managua around 6:00 and ate dinner at a really cheap "comedor" which is just a roadside eatery. I had gallo pinto, which is beans and rice (of course), a really interesting (but good) baked potato, some salad, a taco, an enchilada (chrunchy fried tortilla filled with rice), and a passionfruit juice all for 29 cordobas, which is about a buck sixty. That's where I need to do more of my eating.
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