Wanted to do as the old Portuguese men do this morning, so I did.
I thought, "espresso me, random delicious pastry me, and plop me at a solo table outside where I can read (...a little Positive Psych Paper authored by no other than my dearest, Michellerenian), get some fresh air, food in my stomach, caffeine in my system, and some people watchin' in"...
When I got there those tables in front of me were completely full of old Portuguese men. They were so engrossed in their papers and morning chit chat that I slid right into my position at the last table in the row without receiving any slight head tilts or eyes above the paper glances, that I noticed. I do think the manager was surprised I stuck around for so long though, but then him and I were able to share in "obrigados" without any interruptions when I finally decided it was time for me to go to class (side note: turns out I DO have class this week, but just two of them). I was also able to complement him on his fine, fine pastry and find out it's name, (which I was just about to share with you here, but then decided to look it up really quick. I only found pictures of some soccer player guy...so I think the manager and I had a communication error, so never mind on the name. Who knows though, maybe it is named after Zanetti.).
Now I'm listening to Miami by Will Smith,
**click**,
NOW I am listening to Break Your Plans by The Fray. Much better...
And what a very fitting shuffle selection and soundtrack for my
side street sitting, old man imitating, adventure.
Ciao for now.
Tan
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