Calzado

It is too early in the morning, but it is sunny and I am walking around the streets of San Jose near the Ticabus station with Ginna.

In between storefronts there are homes that share the same sagging structure and brightly colored paintwork. In the evening we could look into open doors and see living rooms lit by television screens.

We are thinking about breakfast. No; I am thinking about breakfast, and Ginna wants to prevent me from becoming cranky. Low blood sugar is the Achilles' heel in my otherwise Zen-infused temperament.

We have not yet discovered the cafe in the bus station.