Our attempt to drive to the Central vivero was thwarted by excessive crowds thronging around the poor plants. At least we had first driven to Restaurant Monteverde at Siquiares, and walked along the rustic rubbish-strewn dirt road from there.
In the evening we celebrated sundowners for the first time in the upper boudoir, imbibing Aperol Spritzes and sprinkling the bubbles with sparkling conversation and tales.
