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"I'm trying to get to the gulf of Papagayo. Can you help me?" I asked the older man who I had summoned the courage to speak to. I had lost my way and I was hoping to get a few photos into my log before night would fall. He stared at me, with a wide-eyed smile. "Papagayo." he responded in a thick native accent. "Yes, can you give me directions?" I caught myself, realizing that I was probably speaking too quickly. The Costa Rican native scratched his chin and looked down both left and right sides of the street as though considering the best route for me to take. He locked eyes with me again, asking "Papagayo?" "Yes, I need to go to Papagayo." speaking slower this time, maintaining eye contact hoping for a breakthrough. But instead, the man kept staring at me. I gave up, looking around. The coastal town of Panama was incredibly beautiful, the cool sea breeze swept through the streets which were lined with small kiosks selling different wares. The young ladies in the stalls, not much older than myself, were all speaking loudly and chanting in Spanish, trying to draw attention to their wares. It was as humbling as it was overwhelming. Like no place I had ever been to. The aroma of a well spiced barbecue hit my nostrils, instantly making me wish I was back in my hotel. But I needed the photos, and I needed to see the spectacle of the gulf. There were no taxis around to take me there, so I was stuck. "Papagayo?" the old man asked again. "Thank you sir. I'll just find it myself." I crossed the street, pulling out my phone for what felt like the first time today, pulling up Google maps. A young lady selling some spices and herbs shouted something at me, drawing my attention. I smiled at her and shook my head, saying no in Spanish, the only word I was comfortable with. "señora! Oye! Hey!" I turned to see a young boy, only about fifteen or so running towards me, waving his hand. "I speak English!" he spoke, with his accent and also out of breath. "Mi compañero there, he is... How you say, a bit Loco? I am Miguel. I see you're looking for El golfo Papagayo? I think I can help."