Shortly after breakfast I packed up and walked a couple of blocks to board the bus to Naranjo where I would catch another bus to San Ramon. After a couple of easy and inexpensive bus rides I arrived in San Ramon in a couple of hours or less. I got off of the bus on the street in the middle of town and had no idea where I was or where my hotel was.
And no, that’s not me on the corner. I wouldn’t be caught dead in plaid shorts. I found my way to the central park and sat on a bench in the shade to regroup. I decided to ask someone if they knew where my hotel was. I waited for the right opportunity and saw three middle aged men eating ice cream cones. Hey, how sinister could they be? Perdon, por favor… donde esta La Posada?
I must have sounded pretty convincing with my crude Espanol because I got rapid-fire Espanol in return. Whoa. Lo siento (I’m sorry) No hablo Espanol pero un poco! One of the men makes the walking motion with his fingers. Si, says I. He points to the corner above, motions to the left and says, cinco. I take that to mean 5 blocks. Then he draws a huge box in the air with both hands ands says, blanco. Ok, some kind of a big something that is white. Then he motions to the right. Gracias, senor!