After thinking about it for a couple of months, we finally found a clear morning.
1) The fact that we were on bikes that each cost more than the annual income of the local farmers,
2) The fact that we were clearly gringos, none of whom are seen in these parts, especially these rural parts.
3) The fact that we were wearing Spandex jerseys, one of which proclaimed "North Carolina" ("¿Qué es 'North Carolina? ¿Eh?"), and either of which was bright enough to be seen across the valley.
It was just plain a great ride! At the end, putting on other clothes over the bike stuff, we tried to ignore the stares of the little kids and the old guy walking his sheep herd past the car.
So what's in San Geronimo you ask? Ah! That's where a half-dozen silversmiths live, with their shops tempting the unwary. But that's another story.
We hope that your bike rides can be as beautiful, and a bit more anonymous.
Dave & Paula