We got here really late and thank goodness we had a room prebooked. At 2 in the morning all one needs is a bed. We got up in time for the hotel breakfast…scrambled eggs and uber white bread buns with jam and horrible coffee. Phil may not cooperate like Charles did in Central America… she may give up on coffee too instead of becoming my official tester. I told charles to let me know when a cup of coffee worth drinking came along and I had one a week or so later. He drank a lot of swill between times. I love coffee too much for that.
At this point we were uncertain as to how to proceed so we spent too much on a map from a hawker in the plaza mayor, but this led us to the municipal tourist info place. From there we went round the corner to the museum of gastronomia
But the tacu tacu was good and the ordering with my very limited Spanish and the waiter’s non existent English was an adventure in mine and gesture.