Last night I went to bed at 10pm, got up twice during the night, finally waking/getting up at 7:15.
We packed up our stuff: Teresa with her carryon and I with
my backpack and the separate bag with my tournament chess set.
I was watching Freestyle Chess (in Paris) on Twitch and the
coverage reminded me of Sports Center. 😊
Teresa just updated me we’ll be leaving here at noon. Depending
on when the bus leaves, maybe we’ll be having lunch in the bus station.
We left the apt at noon and took a Didi to Terminal Norte
for 19,800 pesos. We went downstairs and bought 2 colectivo (private car)
tickets to Santafe de Antioqua for 44mil. It was a van that seated 9 not
including the driver.
We left right away at 12:40 and due to the tunnel, the new
expressways and the new bridge it only took an hour and 10 minutes from
terminal to terminal. This pueblo is hot, as usual. From there we took a moto
taxi to the park for 5,000 pesos.
Teresa was disoriented, her excuse later, as I led her across the street to the restaurant Jumaye where we had lunch. She had salmon and I had the chicken breast, she had a Coke and I a coconut lemonade:
The check came to 90,200 pesos ($21) including tip.
After lunch we walked the last three blocks to Hosteria
de la Plaza Menor dragging our bags.
Teresa insisted on seeing the room first and in the meantime
the receptionist asked for my passport. She seemed confused when I told her I
had a cedula until I showed her my Residency Cedula. She gave me a paper with
the hotel WiFi password and the meal schedule. (Breakfast, lunch, and supper
are included in our hotel reservation; not bad for 2,000,000 pesos.)
Teresa was okay with the room, reported the A/C and toilet
work and we went upstairs to room 25 (no numbers on the doors) and started
unpacking.
We hung around the 2nd pool, Teresa working on
her latest project and I reading my latest Jack Reacher book of short stories.
A girl about 15, with her mother, entered the pool and I
watched her do a mean dog paddle to the other side then she returned with
proficient strokes and I figured I don’t have to worry about her.
Around 4pm the heat broke (at least poolside) and it got
more comfortable.
Teresa ordered our supper for 7pm, fish for her and pork for
me and it arrived right on time. Mine included pieces of pork with mixed
vegetables, rice, and a small salad. We both also had a bowl of cream of
broccoli soup and a glass of juice and we were happy with our food.
About 8pm we went out and a block away is a small park in
front of the church that was quite busy. They had one of those inflatable
bouncy things for kids, donkey rides, and mini chivas buses that a little kid
would sit in and an old man would push from behind. We sat down on a bench across
from the entrance to Hotel Mariscal Robledo. Lots of people out and about and
the usual kiosks selling souvenirs and other stuff.
About 9pm we returned to our room, got ready for bed and
went to sleep at 10pm.
I was a little concerned about the glass blocks in the
shower which, not having a curtain, might awaken us very early in the morning
so I put on my eye mask.
I was lying there, minding my own business, when I heard a splat
sound every couple minutes. I probed and found the back part of my pillow wet.
I figured out it was condensation from the A/C mounted at ceiling level right above
it. I moved my pillow a couple inches away from the wall but now my feet hung
over the end of the bed. I went into a fetal position and finally fell asleep.
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