Good Morning, San Miguel

I woke up dazed my first morning in San Miguel.

"Coffee," I thought.

But I didn't want to navigate town trying to sort out where to buy coffee until I was a bit more awake. I'd brought some along, and I'm carrying my little coffee press, but then I had another thought.

"Food."

This one I was less successful with. I was carrying some packets of instant oatmeal in my bag, leftover from my Burma trip in December-January. (Breakfast had been decent everywhere I stayed there and I hadn't used them.)

Not exactly the breakfast of champions, but I was ready now to unpack and figure out which way would lead me to the center of town.