So a new attitude may have encouraged a truce between this country and I. The sun showed itself today. Not enough for us to lounge around on the beach…but enough to dry up the puddles that make walking and riding more difficult than it already is. We didn’t really have time to lounge since it’s still necessary for us to check email as much as possible to communicate with our rental agent. Tomorrow marks the beginning of a two week countdown (not like I haven’t been already) until we move. We just really need to figure out where we’re moving to.
Still a little sore, we decided to walk and check out another path our expat chauffer told us about a few days ago. We walked about an hour on the road that leads to town but turned on a different dirt road, bypassing a good portion of the interstate, through more palm plantations. After about twenty minutes, we started to get a little concerned that we’d reach a destination we’re familiar with, Dead End. Thankfully the road led us left toward town and on our way. Within ten more minutes we were on the main road. Feeling good about the successful shortcut, we even passed up a taxi-ish ride after he whistled us over to hop in. (Anyone with a car who wants to make a few bucks and has the time will give you a ride…kind of like a more acceptable, slightly organized form of hitchhiking…it might be a taxi, it might not…but either way it still seems sketchy.)
With about 30 more minutes of walking to the internet saloon that was on the outskirts of the town center, we decided to check on a few places we hadn’t tried yet. As we approached the employee at the 2nd restaurant we came across, we saw a sign for internet which saved us at least 20 more minutes of walking. It’s an open air restaurant with a TV, cold drinks, good food and lots of company. Around lunch time, it was packed. So much so that we were too intimidated to order any food until the lines went down – figured we’d be in the way and these people knew what they wanted. Eventually we got our chance to sample the sweetened fried plantains (yum!), arroz con pollo (rice with chicken), pork that fell of the bone if you just looked at it, and a spicy pickled salad that tasted so good you dealt with the immediate cough that followed each bite. This beats the café and the saloon, hands down, and will be our home away from home away from home for the next two weeks. And practically in our own backyard! (No really, we were psyched at how close it was, coming in at a mere hour and 40 minutes from our door. We’ll keep you updated on how long it takes biking once we can get back on them).
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