Present.
Present.Present.Unannounced, I entered the dark café. It was silent, except for the cooks in the back. They were arguing, which I could hear. However, the pots clanging and banging made it even more difficult. As a thump echoed from the back, I pictured one of them hitting the other across the head with a pot. It hadn’t been difficult to learn Spanish. Sometimes, I still pretended to be a complete moron with the ladies on occasion. They were significantly more trusting of the attractive American who didn’t speak a word of Spanish.
Walking in, I tried to avoid the attention of the patrons. The sunset began sweeping a cloud of shadows into the café, enveloping the empty corner tables in a sheet of shapes. As I sank into the ambiance, the silhouettes played tricks on my eyes. My ha
