Citizen of the World

I jump back as a motorbike speeds right in front of me. The man atop the bike has no regard to my presence. I walked out of my hotel and I am now standing in the street. But there is nowhere else to stand. There are no sidewalks. I backed up into the walkway leading up to my hotel as another motorbike sped by me. I needed to find another place to stand as I figured out what my next move was. I walk down the road and find a pedestrian only street and I thank the travel gods for watching out for me. As I walk, the pedestrian walkway turns into a courtyard beside a church. There are hundreds of chairs and tables, each grouped by different colors, shapes, and sizes and covered with tents. A couple pushes past me and sits at a table near where I am standing. How rude. Both for the push and for the assumption that a table is free for the taking. They appear to be of retirement age. Her, in an unkempt short blond hair cut and a three quarters gray and white striped shirt. Him in a white hat I can only relate to fishermen with white hair poking out and a white polo shirt. <a href="https://medium.com/@mggoepp/citizen-of-the-world-2f6c26c552ce">Learn More</a>