This is not about food.
So, as you might remember, I put the chicken sandwich back, got up from my comfy chair, picked up my shoulder bag and the suite case from the floor, took my coffee cup in the only free hand left, sighed, and stepped outside the coffee shop, wondering what the future of the next 15 minutes was holding for me.
You know how you go shoe shopping and you can’t find any shoes, but keep stumbling into jeans and t-shirts you went shopping for last time, but couldn’t find any? A week before this “adventure” I wanted to by a jacket, but kept running into food places. Well, this time there were jackets everywhere, but no food. Like at all. There were some schickimicki restaurants around, but I had neither nerve nor time for that. Otherwise – nothing eatable. Only jackets. Also jeans, t-shirts, and shoes. Continue reading