Well today certainly turned out nice. I wasn’t expecting it to after getting woken up by wind, so strong that I for a second considered not going. But tomorrow’s no better and I was done with the city. My route took me up to the rim of the caldera overlooking Lake Ilopango and I was looking forward to a second breakfast with a view at the top. Those hopes were dashed when I realized that nothing opened before noon so I had a peanut butter sandwich on the side of the road instead. Perfect timing, because immediately after resuming riding and rounded a bend there was Moses who had just past me and was waiting to invite me to stop at his place, La Petite Chef. I had a coffee and we chatted for a bit, then he had to get to work and suggested I relax in one of his hammocks. That was easy to accept after the tiring climb and took a little nap. It was so pleasant there, gardens and decks and trees and quiet (except for the mangoes falling onto the tin roofs. I had lazed for over an hour enjoying the space but conscious of the triple digit temperatures which were coming. So it wasn’t hard to say yes when Moses offered to let me throw my sleeping bag on the cot he keeps in a covered spot with a gorgeous view of the lake.
And here I sit at 3,000 feet, all alone except for the dogs, cool and comfortable and glad to be here.
Moses, my benefactor. A generous and interesting fellow, he’s got a lot of plates spinning. We talked quite a bit, while he kept the days bakery deliveries on track on his phone.
Bill ShaneyfeltThat one looks like the portable my mom had that I used to type term papers back in the 1960s... But not likely it works at all. Reply to this comment 1 month ago
