Chapter 7Giacomo is wandering the city streets rather aimlessly. He looks as if he’s going to go into a very loud bar but turns around after a very drunk man stumbles out the door. He has his hand in his pocket, trying to look casual and adjusted, but is clearly lost. He walks into a restaurant, drawn in by the music. There is an elderly couple at a table; but it’s mostly empty. Giacomo grabs a seat at the bar. The bartender eyes him and approaches, saying in Spanish, “You’re too young to be at a restaurant like this.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t speak Spanish.”
“Why are you here? This place…” the bartender says with a thumbs down, searching for a word.
“Well, yeah. Well, I don’t really know where else to go.”
“What are you looking for?”
“I don’t really know. It’s my first time in Mexico,” he
