Less than 5 minutes later it began to pour.
I was still in this jalón, covering my head the best I could and trying to stand over the cake so it doesn’t get ruined. The rain lets up after a few minutes and a few minutes later, the driver parked his car at his house in Pinabetal (a town about 25 minutes by car from San Ramón). I grabbed my stuff and started walking. I checked in on the cake and it was all good. Another jalón came by, picked me up and dropped me off in Lajitas (20 min). I sat on this log bench waiting for another jalón and it started to rain hard again. I took all my stuff and put it under the bench and I got a text message. As I was writing a message back, I had failed to notice the dog that passed by. When I turned around, I see the dog’s head under the bench eating my cake! Since it was a lost cause by then I just watched this dog eat the whole thing thinking how hilarious life can be at times.
“Good stuff, huh?”, I say to the dog.
I waited and waited but no jalón ever came through and while the distance is walk able, it is not walk able in the rain. The bus came around 1230 and got on. I saw someone from my town and he asked where I had been the past several days. I told him that I was in the hospital and he said,
“Well that’s good.”
That was not a lost in translation moment. It was a simple question he asked and I just said that I was in the hospital. So I just kind of shrugged my shoulders and didn’t say anything else.
Finally, finally I got to San Ramón. And you know what? The box didn’t end up coming.