He holds the door for me though it makes life harder for both of us and I grunt politely as I feign a smile and squeeze through the space he’s left. I thank him and am met by the waft of coffee, toast and old oil. The Barman greets me with a flurry of words. I reply with an order for coffee and tortilla hoping it was what he was asking. “Bien caliente” I call after him as he turns away. It isn’t cold but I shiver; I need something warm .
The order comes but is runny and barely luke warm. The bartender diligently wipes the counter as I pick at the edges of the omelette. At least the coffee is piping hot and it burns as I pick it up. Never understood the coffee in a glass thing and it takes some time to cool.
I pay and leave but this time the door is easier to navigate. “Ta Logo” follows me out and my erstwhile doorman’s smoke greets me as I exit. Not a bit early for that I ponder as we exchange nods.
Rain, hmm… things may pick up yet. It’s all ideas I muse as I put up my umbrella.
