Ron's shoes that we bought in Honduras lasted less than a week before the treads fell off - the Cerro Nego descent had killed them. We paid 100 cordobas to have them glued back on. Four days and two volcanoes later, they fell apart again.
The Garden Cafe in Granada was our refuge from the heat outside. A thoroughly gringo-y establishment, they realize that you can squeeze fresh fruit into a glass and serve it without appending four spoons of sugar.