They give self strong brewed coffee and madeleines.
They make her laugh.
They tell her about places like Escalante (Their sister owns a resort there, a resort self has already resolved to visit, her curiosity is insatiable) and Sagay.
She tells them about home.
It did not rain today, which was great.
Self is reading a story called “Between Ship and Ice,” by Chelsey Johnson. It’s in One Story, Issue Number 181.
Despite her complaints about the fine print being increasingly difficult for self’s myopic eyes to handle, she always brings at least several issues with her on a trip because they are so easy to slip into her purse.
This story, as the title suggests, is of course about cold places. Specifically, Norway. Specifically, polar bears.
Today, also, and this is pretty amazing, she met with the owner of Mely’s Garden. More about that later. Suffice it to say, it was 2 p.m., and Mely placed in front of self a dish of ginataang kangkong and chicken adobo that self ate with such unaccustomed rapidity that it gave her a stomach ache. Then she went to the Negros Museum Café and ate some more.
But who in their right minds would turn down fresh madeleines and ginger lime drinks? Who?