Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was such an unusual, sort of humorous story about how my Dad's cousin Suzanne Bates, while taking her yearlong sabbatical to travel all around the world, stopped in El Salvador, Central America, where we were living at that time, to visit us, although not having previously notified us that she was coming. All of our mail and/or letters from us bore the return address of Apartado (Post Office Box) ###. She showed this to someone, maybe a taxi driver, and was taken eventually to the central downtown post office where we go sometimes to get our mail, where after some finagling and or dealing with the post office people, she was able to obtain our street address somehow, and then she actually did find our house and visited us. How else would I have heard the story she told us upon arriving at our house about her ordeal of getting there?