After a fun-filled week traipsing around town, I dedicated the weekend to some R&R. Before I left I downloaded some Sean Corn yoga DVDs onto my laptop so I started the day with one of her sessions, made a healthy breakfast, drank lots of the lemonade-cayenne pepper concoction, listened to Ann Lamott's book, Blue on my iPod. No need to rush, I've walked all over the city more than once.
Steven and I went marketing. We walked to the Arab market for vegetables, a fan. There really isn't any air conditioners. I tried to get taps on my new shoes, but found they only use metal taps here so I'd have to put a new sole on first--oh well. I'll have to wait til I get back to NYC to visit Toscana's and take care of my shoes. At home I replace the taps every six months and the rest of the shoe is fine.
We were really in search of a clear shower curtain--something simply. We searched and searched and found garish heavy vinyl polka dot numbers. No Bed, Bath and Beyond here. I emailed Bed,Bath and Beyond only to find out that the shipping would be prohibitive.
We stopped for coffee which comes in cups the size of cappuccino cups. Each cup is made individually in an expresso-like machine. Heavy cream comes on the side if you like milk. They use an espresso machine that has a coffee. There are no free refills.
With our coffee, our waitress gave us a little abragodo-a tiny creamy custard topped with fresh whip cream that served in a teeny parfait dish the size of thimble. Our waitress told us that this tiny dessert was served in every one's home when she was growing up. We bought some fig-walnut jam to take home with us.
In the evening we met some of Steven's friends at the Prik--a cafe/bar for gay men. I met his friends Ken, a handsome American expat and Vlad, a Russian expat dancer who own several bed and breakfasts. They ordered the newest iteration of a Mojito-lime and some white liquor they swore wasn't rum and rose procecca. Vlad talked about Madonna's upcoming tour and the outrageous ticket prices-$200 for floor seats. I didn't tell him that Frank paid more than that when he got those tickets for Claudia and me. Kevin and Sonny joined us. They also own a a bed and breakfast in Amsterdam. They've been together since college. They took a semester abroad in Greece in 1973 and never went back to the states to live. They lived in Greece for 19 years. Later Steven and I went to dinner at Top Thai with Sonny and Kevin when Ken and Vlad had to go back to welcome their guests.
So sorry I didn't take any pictures.
Sunday morning started with the New York Times
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