“Si.”
“Is it far from Anselmo? A place called San Anselmo? San An-selm-o?”
“San Anselmo?” Chigo suddenly said. “Si, si. There.” He pointed inland to the west.
“Can I get there from Carpinche?”
“To San Anselmo from Carpinche?”
“Yes,” he said. “Can I get there?”
“Si, si.”
“How far is it?”
“How far?”
“Yes, how far?”