At the internet cafe

Yes, I took a nap and now I am at the internet cafe. Lest you think it is a fancy cafe with delicious coffee cold and gelato: here is a picture. It is the stoop of a house across a tiny street from our friends, Karin and Bjorne. Now that we are back our other neighbour, Pima has swept all the pigeon droppings away. At this time there is shade or else my computer would burst into flames. Its little fan is running all the time as it is. I am, you guessed it, sweating. 

Cap from the Wayside!