Pondering Aging as I Sit in A Colombian Coffee Shop
I ordered a hot chocolate with leche deslactosada (lactose-free milk) at the local bakery.
As I sat down, a few looks from the locals drifted my way. This is not uncommon, as I am an outsider. When you stray off the usual route that most tourists take, you will stick out like a sore thumb, no matter how hard you try to blend it.
I, however, do not try to blend in.
I instead act like I belong, and no one questions or bothers me. I pulled out a book one of my YouTube subscribers gave me, and she was right: I like it.
I sat and waited for my hot chocolate since I am still not a coffee drinker. Why drink coffee when I can have chocolate?
I tried some black coffee last week when I was on a farm with my friends, and nope, no way, no how. I finished the cup and didn’t sleep that night, so no, thank you.
An Aromatica or chocolate is my new go-to hot morning drink, preferably with no sugar.
As I sat and read my book, a few more looks came my way.
Many travelers complain about being stared at in a foreign country; it doesn’t phase me; a few say good morning. I am sure they are curious about how I ended up in their small town…
