Life is just more than a read through, part two

So on our walk thru Garbatella, we come across a small piazza, which in Italy is a gathering spot.  It’s like Starbucks in Amerika... a meeting place, where families meet, exchange gossip, have a drink or coffee, a slice of pizza, etc.

So we wander into the bar and see the barista squeezing fresh oranges.  We could not resist.  We each ordered a glass and a capaccuino.  He said he would deliver it to a table outside on the piazza.  Soon a  young waitress appeared and asked if we wanted ice.  ICE, how Amerikan!  Si.

And here is what showed up...

So, there we sat... it was quiet, peaceful almost.  It was one of those moments, when the sugar from the OJ and the caffeine from the coffee kicked in and you feel mildly euphoric and you are soaking up the scene like a freeze dried sponge thrown into a lake and you suddenly realize that it is just a moment in time, a blissful moment, that will soon pass into the past.  And you savor every nano-second of the experience.

And then... poof... you are back at the metro stop..