Freakin' out and an Unexpected stay

I've arrived in Puertos Morelos. Stories stories. Alright-I am sitting here using free internet at a bar. The locals sit outside--a man named Tree gave me in ins and outs of everywhere--I received 5 sets of directions to the cultural marquee where i can take yoga classes. I had 2 beers and 4 small quesadillas--not sure if I was going to eat tonight.

I got into a cab from the airport, almost jipped at the price. I bargained for 500 pesos. I figured a pre-paid taxi would be safest than a bus and taxi at whatever stop drops me off. So the taxi driver named Freddie and I have a Spanglish conversation throughout the drive to the farm address. The street--calle 8 is made of gravel with an immense amount of puddles we're driving over. He looks at the rear view mirror at me and says, "ay ay ay amiga."

So, this place does not exist. Atleast, nobody on the street know who Renato Dorfman is. I start to freak out and cry thinking, "I'm going home tomorrow. This is the most stupid thing I've ever done." Freddie touches my ankle, "relax madam, I'll help you." Which is extremely helful--though I know the more he helps me more I'm going to have to fork over.

We just can't find this place until one of the people in a home on the street says, "oh, Renato lives there." Thank God--nerves start to relax until Freddie rings the bell countlessly and nobody is home, granted there's even a red jeep in the driveway. He says "I'm sorry madam--but this is your destination." I again start to cry. Here's to street smarts in a foreign country.
Freddie's great though. He takes me to a hotel in the center of town. The hotelman says,seeing my imability to control my nerves,"the most important thing is to relax. Everything will be alright." he's from the States, which was also comforting. I need to get cash for a room and walk to the cash machine. I run into a Mexican man named Noah. I'm fully aware of relaxed tone of these people. Noah made me feel so much more comfortable. I ask, "is this town safe?' He says, oh yes, you can't get safer than this town." I open my eyes and look around to see actually a very relaxed and charming atmosphere. I'm calmed slightly but still genuinely scared shitless. Where wil I stay? Where will I work?

I enter my hotel room. It's clean but humid inside. I tell the hotelman my situation. He says, "well the msot important thing is to remain calm. That's most important. Otherwise, I'm sure we could work something out. You could even do some reception work here if you'd like." I run into a Canadian woman who again assures me, "I've traveled along for 21 years, this place is one of the safest I've ever found." The woman is so cute and helpful, she leads me to the bar in town where I've eaten, drank, am speaking on internet now, and have met basically all the locals in this small sitting. Are they CHARACTERS. From my understanding, they've come down here because it's paradise. We'll see about that in the next few weeks.

5 people sit around the bar--that they call a restaurant, not a bar. A woman named Sarah--a beautiful woman, off to New York City tomorrow gave me Renato's phone number. She called for me, telling me he is such a great guy and great artist. I had the chance to speak with him. He sounds nice and agreed to pick me up tomorrow. I had no idea I'd be here...and while all I wanted to do is find the farm, maybe I want to stay in this place for a bit. 2 hours ago I had no where to go, now i have options. In the strongest Canadian accident you can imagine, Jusy says "Well now, isn't that just somethin'"
I haven't an idea where I'll head to next. My goal is to live and work somewhere for free in exchange for work so I can tour the town and do my work.