yoga in a sun drenched room,
market where they cook the fish you choose (today, branzino) and then you eat it. with a humongous greek salad and terrible-but-awesome buttered bread. And ample squeeze lemon juice. With hearty greek men smiling at you, hoping eagerly that you’re enjoying your food.
then, home-ground and brewed coffee. i brought my own almond milk because i’m a coffee wuss (read: i like my sugar with coffee and cream). i also experimented by mixing it with homemade sujeongwa (korean cinnamon hot punch/tea). and we tried different pairings of brooklyn-made (synonymous with self-declared ridiculously artisanal) chocolate.
finally- mate with honey, ginger, and lemon zest. “oh, this is so drinkable!”
and, at the asian supermarket later, “hey, can you make really good mexican food?”
dammit, i guess i know why i need to go back to texas.
it was all all right, i guess.