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GUATIZA, SUNDAY 24 MARCH 2019Sunday afternoon proved warm and sunny with a soft haze on the eastern horizon. I set off at four and found the afternoon traffic light. I had no problem navigating my way through the roundabout connected to the ring road that wraps around Arrecife. From there, I headed down Calle León y Castillo, keeping my eye out for a roundabout up ahead that would take me to Calle Rambla Medula. So far, so good. No awful warren of one-way streets to get lost in. My main concern was parking. As I neared the bus station, I saw I needn’t have worried. Clarissa was standing at the curb outside with a travelling bag at her feet. I pulled up beside her and opened the passenger side window.
‘Thanks for this, Edna,’ she said, bending to peer in, and once again I had to remind
