Yesterday Anna and I went for some cafe con leches after our IUNA (art school) initiation. When we left the cafe I left my bag (w/ journal, book and used film) on the chair next to me. I didn't realize that I'd forgetten it until I was sitting eating a choripan in some parilla nearly 25 blocks away. I spent 4o nerve-racked minutes walking back to the cafe. When I finally got there, the barista had set my bag (my bag!) on the wooden counter in front of the espresso machine. I thanked him profusely and then, as I turned to leave, this guy, this salty, 70 year old guy, turned to me and said: "If you don't have a brain, at least you have legs."
¡increíble!
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