Back when we were newbies to this adventure, just 21 days after we left Houston, we ran into Ric in the tiny town of Marathon, Texas. It was one of those chance encounters. Ric is from Oregon and was riding his bike from San Diego to Austin with three of his friends. His wife, Bev, was following behind in a van with their stuff. We were headed west, they were headed east, and we all just happened to stop at the same coffee shop at the same time.
We had a nice chat about our trips and exchanged contact info. Ric has a place in Portland and we’d be passing through there in a few months.
Unfortunately, we missed Ric in Portland. Fast forward to April of this year and we receive a note letting us know he’ll be in San Agustín, Colombia in mid to late May. As luck would have it, so would we.
Last we knew, Ric was in Bogotá. When we arrived in San Agustín yesterday, we sent him an email to let him know where we were staying. We were so surprised this morning when we heard a knock at our door and there was Ric! He arrived last night and was staying just a few blocks down the street.
We went out to lunch with Ric and his friends. They all went to high school together, some live in the States, some live in San Agustín, so they’re having a bit of a reunion. Over lunch they explain our surreal experience yesterday was because we were the first tourists to arrive since the town was basically closed down due to the strikes and roadblocks. No one was allowed in or out.
We were invited to come stay at his friends David and Martha’s finca a few miles up into the mountains near the archaeological park. We’d love a few days to relax and it will be great to hang out with Ric and his friends. We gladly take them up on the offer!
Flowers of the finca: