I put on 3 shirts as the day begins cool for a "jeanne", and my helmet and hop on my Norco to meet the bike group for a morning ride. Two people I met a few days earlier on the Cuastacomates road, join the bike group today. At one point Bets, Dave and I find ourselves alone. We reach a crossroads and hindsight tells us - a good 30 plus minutes later - that we are 'lost' on some country road east of Melaque. At least, I think it must have been east. Just after we turn back and decide to retrace our path, the group "sweeper" finds us. He is tired and rather annoyed, but, heh! the more experienced riders should have looked out for the newbies. He gets over it about 30 minutes later, and we arrive fashionably late to the breakfast meet-up place. We enjoyed seeing the farmers' fields of mango trees, corn, and avocados. And we got a very good workout. Probably my last bike ride with group. Fun.
I hang out in a cafe off the central square and watch a small family drama unfold as two Canadians with a good make of a 3 wheeled bike, show the father and two of his daughters who have Downs Syndrome the advantages of this bike. The oldest girl takes to the idea very quickly and happily rides around the central square. The Canadian couple plan to help the family procure a bike. I learn that the two girls have done the artwork on the tables that I have admired during my visits this month to drink an espresso while I read or draw. Watching the happiness on family's faces was a gift.
In the evening, Dijie invites me out for a taco supper at a street side restaurant. She has come to this place several times and she and the owner continue their conversation about families and tacos. Another lovely moment.
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