Surreal

We left San Cristobal this morning at 10, the appointed hour.  It was cool and cloudy, the drive was cuota most of the way, and absolutely stunning.  Farmland, rivers, lakes-really pretty. 

Tunes are playing, windows are down, chauffeur in good spirits.

As we approached Jaltipan, the ice cream turned to shit right away.  We were unceremoniously dumped off the cuoata onto a pot holed, traffic choked screaming mimi of a mess.  Not a freaking sign in sight.  Map was wrong.  Ev was cussing. Fumes were giving me a headache.  Strangers were solicited for help.  Hats were removed and heads were scratched.  In a fit of frustration, Ev said, "we're just gonna keep going and you can call your friends and tell them we couldn't find the place." I nodded in total agreement. "Let's get the hell out of here", I thought. In a last ditch effort to find my hometown, we swung off into a ditch to ask some local cops where the heck we were.  Getting back in the car smiling, I noticed this: