In Spanish, "El Desayuno" means breakfast. I was walking near the church saying hello to my friend who makes the wicker chairs. He asks me where I
I'm going.
I said to him, " I'm going to Desayuno."
He says," No, where are you going?"
This goes back and forth about 5 times until I tell him, the name of the restaurant is "El Desayuno."
I had read about this restaurant amongst the tourist books and had been wanting to go all week. Huevos Rancheros was calling my name- "Priscillllaaaaa." Huevos rancheros is basically eggs with green pepper, onion, tomatoes, and Mexican spices. I would show a picture, but the food never makes it to the camera.
When I went in, a tall, clean cut, Nicaraguan comes walking towards my table. He has some great shoes, as I have a thing for expensive leather loafers. On top of it all, he smells really good. Besides his exterior surface, I am really just focused on the menu and getting my almost always complicated order right. I order an orange juice. It doesn't come with my queso blanco, but I express my interest in having some with a wink and smile. It magically appeared on my table and I said, "Thank you."
Being greedy, I also wanted some more plantains. Another guy came to my table and I said, "No, I want the cute one." This chubby guy is laughing and then I hear laughing behind me. He was standing in the corner behind me staring straight at me.
"Cuenta por favor." "Check please."
Why do the cute guys show up on the last day? It's not a true interest, but the flirting and maybe someone to share a coffee with is not so bad...right?
I'm going.
I said to him, " I'm going to Desayuno."
He says," No, where are you going?"
This goes back and forth about 5 times until I tell him, the name of the restaurant is "El Desayuno."
I had read about this restaurant amongst the tourist books and had been wanting to go all week. Huevos Rancheros was calling my name- "Priscillllaaaaa." Huevos rancheros is basically eggs with green pepper, onion, tomatoes, and Mexican spices. I would show a picture, but the food never makes it to the camera.
When I went in, a tall, clean cut, Nicaraguan comes walking towards my table. He has some great shoes, as I have a thing for expensive leather loafers. On top of it all, he smells really good. Besides his exterior surface, I am really just focused on the menu and getting my almost always complicated order right. I order an orange juice. It doesn't come with my queso blanco, but I express my interest in having some with a wink and smile. It magically appeared on my table and I said, "Thank you."
Being greedy, I also wanted some more plantains. Another guy came to my table and I said, "No, I want the cute one." This chubby guy is laughing and then I hear laughing behind me. He was standing in the corner behind me staring straight at me.
"Cuenta por favor." "Check please."
Why do the cute guys show up on the last day? It's not a true interest, but the flirting and maybe someone to share a coffee with is not so bad...right?
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