A perfect start
I arise, dress and stroll through the quiet crime free streets to the local coffee bar.Its only 6:30am and the sky twinkles with stars.
We are regulars there, just nods not words yet, we await the beans to be ground, cups two at a time are passed around, sips and slurps are heard, and then the satisfying sigh of contentment passes through frothy lips.
Adjoin outside, clicks of lighters, scents of tobacco; scent of coffee and the sweet scent of Aniseed liqueur permeate the area. Colorful glow of smartphone screens upon faces, wifi is free.
As the first cup empties the sky changes, brightness from the east and shadows of the palm trees decorate the pavement.
The second cup arrives, more sighs...We talk now, Barcelona, tractors and olive trees, we are animated, the caffeine, nicotine and for those on the Aniseed liqueur the alcoholic awakening starts.
Coffee guy puts up the umbrellas, the suns up, it’s bright and the heat from the Sahara burns away the cool of the night.
Walking home, passing a fountain full of birds the scent of fresh bread, a few rolls straight from the oven in hand, they are hot and their scent makes the mouth water, they will be good drizzled in olive oil and sieved tomato.
Best thing about it...I get to do it again tomorrow and the next day and the next.
Am I a coward and loser for settling here?.......No I’m