Pam tells of our first night in San Jose?? or is it Alajueah?

I know i already told you the end of the story.  but pam wrote it out and we completely adore pam so here it is.

 

Here's an exciting story that I have the pleasure of being the first to pass on. Elena, Maggie, Lan and I made a plan to meet Yvonne on Saturday evening --- she was staying in a different hotel in San Jose...Yvonne (whose real first name is Wendy, by the way) was going to walk over to our place just a couple of blocks away, according to the maps. Plans went awry, as they do, and we traded multiple phone calls from hotel desks, never quite catching each other but getting messages translated into spanish and back into English. She was waiting for us in the rain at the corner of Central Ave and 3rd, near the cathedral and the mcdonalds. We were ALSO waiting in the rain for HOURS, not wanting to abandon her, at the corner of Central and 3rd by the cathedral and mcdonalds. (But we were grouchy because of low blood sugar. It's very hard to fend for yourself after a week of having all your meals sauvely slid in front of you by Mayrol...)

Yvonne finally gave up the ghost (I got that message from our hotel front desk, after we sought shelter in a cafe) around 6 pm. We gave her a call at her hotel to figure out how things got so screwed up and to say goodbye, and eventually we figured out that we were not caught in a wrinkle in the time-space continuum -- standing at the exact same place but in different dimensions -- but instead were in TWO DIFFERENT TOWNS. She was standing at the street corner with the cathdral and McDonalds in San Jose and we were in some little town near the airport that seemed like it might be San Jose but in actuality is  Alajuela, which unfortunately for all of us also has a McDonalds and Cathedral at its very own corner of 3rd and Central.

The moral of this story is ask your hotel clerk what town you are actually in before trying to meet Yvonne or you will get very wet and hungry.

The End.