After two near-accidents with the bus – what possesses people to try to cut across two lanes in front of a bus at an intersection when the bus is going straight and they want to turn?? – I’m early for this morning’s class.
I stop off at the friendly corner cafe for a cuppa. (The photo here is of a similar cafe and taken long ago, not the one I was at.) It’s clean, in a very white-tile-plastic-and-formica way. Coffee here is drunk out of a glass, ready sweetened…. and, boy, is it sweetened?! I’ve found a way to get mind in a cup and chuckle over the Zero-Cal™ sweetener I use there. The back has an unusual warning, "Zero-cal™, ‘marcade fantasia, contem calorias." You don’t need Portuguese proficiency to get the gist of that. Talk about misleading labelling!
All eyes are on the TV screen at the one end of the cafe, right above the kitchen hutch. They’re interviewing a Brazilian in SA who’s trying to sell his tickets to the upcoming matches, so he can go home. I hope the Brazilians still there are at least taking the opportunity to explore the country.
Time to go. As I scratch for coinage for the coffee, I see a woman putting her breakfast on her card. The standard breakfast being coffee and pão na chapa. I don’t put small amounts on my card because of the charges to the shop owner, but a cash-free society suddenly seems very appealing. Do I mind that much that my ever move will be traceable?
On a side note, does anyone here know anything about a Schengen visa?