We started to wake up and were aware only that it was raining. We rolled over and went right back to sleep. The phone woke us with a rather annoying, persistent jingle. Our cousins, in another room, were ready to have breakfast, so we could get on with the hike we’d planned for the day.
We should tell you that we hike under almost any conditions. So, it was understandable that they’d be ready and eager to go. OK. Up and out, dressed in rain gear, ready to explore. The dirt road started along a river and (the guidebook said) would head up into the mountains, but we were opting to do a circuit hike back. We were not far into the hike, the rain intermittent, when we reached a spot where the directions were unclear. We debated our options as we walked, and then a truck with well-armed hunters passed us. That gave us pause. Hiking in an area with hunters is not wise. Add to that we really weren’t clear where we were going. Time to turn around and go back.
This day was not going well. It was too late to start a different hike. What to do now? How about a lovely lunch? That would do! We walked back to the hotel, piled into the rental car and took off for Potes, a few kilometers down the road.
As we approached the town, we could see that something was going on. Aha! A festival! We spent the whole afternoon exploring the town, enjoying the festivities, and eating at different booths. We have no idea what the celebration was about or what we were eating. We all agreed that the day certainly had taken a turn for the better.