NICA! Initial enjoyablities v. 1.0

Perhaps a bit weary, elated, and full of gallo pinto, I'm back from 2 weeks in Nicaragua. First thing first to chronicle this experience: Café, a la izquierda aquí. <-- Not to mention the Spanish. I believe my first dismal attempt at meaningful conversation was to ask for my hotel room key upon arriving in Managua, our home base. I believe, roughly translated, I asked "window of the door, please". I felt foolish and very under prepared at that point. However, the presence of Spanish traffic signs made me feel better about everything. In fact, the "people crossing" yellow signs feature an incredibly life-like, detailed rendition of a happy 20something male in jeans and a rough, spiky haircut, half smiling, crossing. Our signs pale in comparison, what with the circle head, rectangle body and thin, boxy legs.
Here, we have a simple traffic sign, meaningful to me in someway, to convey the general impression of my in transit time through Nicaragua.
Then, at one of our many convenience store stops when traveling in country, this sign near the bathrooms. Rough translation? "Do not urinate in the garden, use the indoor (bathrooms). Respect (the garden)".