A blistering and humid Tuesday morning. The coffee shop bustles with tourists and natives; foreigners sit high atop bar stools scribbling furiously into their travel journals, anxious to make good on once-in-a-lifetime travel plans. A cashier with a cotton candy voice dutifully explains the menu to a customer. Out of sight, a gathering of old men opine symphonically, their cadences punctuated with laughter.
I patiently await my iced americano. :)