Today we woke up with seven Managuans occupying our house for the night.  They partied till 3 and woke up at 9 and partied some more.  Amanda and I went into town, not looking for anything big, and ended up in the epicenter of a horse festival/parade.  Nicaraguans dressed up like cowboys rode...less sad-looking horses, prancing down the street in utter disarray.  There were bandstands with massive PA's all pounding different music right next to each other.  A man sold colorful bags of cotton candy.  I've never seen cotton candy here before.  The street was still open to traffic, so cars and bikes zipped between lines of froth-mouthed horses.  It was less like a parade and more like a traffic jam.  In Nicaragua, you'll find something strange every day, or it will find you.