Snippets from Spain

Getting my butt-out-of-the-chair at the Cafe Gijon

Last Monday morning, somewhat begrudgingly, I cast aside my butt-in-the chair writing routine at my Starbucks office. Fabio and I had a social engagement. We met his former colleague and her Spanish husband at the Café Gijon, a twenty-five minute walk from home. Judging by the décor; gruff, inattentive, gray-haired waiter; food; and we-don’t-really-care…