Upon landing in Roma, I had a rude awakening. The apartment I had sorted out was no longer sorted out. The texts I had sent to the apartment owner had not gone through, and she did not know I was arriving, or that my plans had changed so drastically. She wanted to double the price of the apartment although I was staying less than a 1/3 of the time.
To help sort this out, I called Saber, who has always been a gem when it comes to sorting out my issues. Mostly because he speaks English, but also because he's a cool guy and known for being fair. He told me he would contact the woman and that I should come to his shop when I arrived.
When I entered Santa Cruz, nothing had changed. The cobbled streets made pulling a suitcase a nightmare. The twisting 'calles' were easy to get lost in, and when I rounded a corner there was the intersection that had been my calling card last spring - Jonathan's bar to the right, Saber's shop to the left, and the apartment building they both lived in between. The white buildings with yellow trim shone brilliantly against an azure sky and the shadows on the cobbled stones easily marked the sunny side of the street from the other. There was a spot in the sun at the cafe waiting for me.
Right at 3PM, Saber claimed to be hungry and needing a drink, so we went to Jonathan's to sort this out. He let me know that the woman 'Nuria' had Spanish mentality and assumed because I am an American I am rich. (Boy, someone needs to straighten her out pronto!).
Through several conversations between Saber and Nuria and then Saber and Josef, I had an apartment. NOT with Nuria. For the time I would be there it made so sense to rent at the rate she was asking. So I went with Josef's apartment.
It was time to have my own place in this citrus-scented place, even if just for a little while.
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