Waking up late on Sunday mornings, the sun on my face, is one of life’s blessings. A cup of coffee later, we’re ready to go out.
We lean back on a comfortable, dark leather sofa. Sunlight fills the place through the large windows and casts a warm shade against the dramatic, grey walls, turquoise chairs, and dark brown furniture. My eyes are happy.
We order juice, eggs, bread and butter, granola with yoghurt and fruits, and a torta cubana – a decadent, meaty sandwich for my boyfriend. It’s raining by the time we start eating.
The food is good, and we are satisfied. Over a subsequent cup of espresso, we check the movie agenda.
We leave Louie Louie with the regret of not being able to fit in any of their churros with chili-cinnamon syrup and cream. Next time, we say.
We open the umbrella and off we go, under the pouring rain.