Our day started by renting mopeds at a storefront in the sleepy antique town of Colonia. We received blatant instructions, in English and Spanish, not to leave the center of town on the mopeds. After riding an hour directly out of town, not only were we lost, but we realized we had been following signs not to a tag sale, that only takes place on the first Saturday of each month, but to a Farmers Auction.
The authenticity was astounding. Surrounded by dilapidated buildings, run down tractors, and beat up old fences. The people of the all nearby farms had gathered as they probably do each first Saturday of the month, laying out their best cakes and coffee for enjoyment during the auction. We watched bidding wars on items not just for farmers but household items as well; things ranging from plastic bicycles for babies to engine parts for tractors. Upon our long return to Colonia it was evident to the moped company, not just because of the odometer readings, that we had truly left town and gotten lost.