My Perfect Weekend (Brought to You By My Imagination)
Considering it was such a good day, I think my perfect weekend started on the Friday morning. I decided to get a little treat for breakfast at Cafécito. It's up on Main Street, so on my bike route to work. The decision between a guava and cream cheese pastry versus Ashton's egg and cheese sandwich is always a tough one, and I hedged my bets by just getting both. No regrets. I drank a coffee while I waited for my sandwich and then Pina, working the counter, told me to just go ahead and take a refill to go. "I'll pay for it next time I'm in," I called over my shoulder as I headed out the door. "Don't even worry about it!" She shouted. I biked carefully the rest of the way to work, balancing the full cup of hot liquid. Going so slowly let me spot some neighbours going in the opposite direction, and they waved and rang their bike bells at me; I hope they weren't offended that I didn't wave back, but, well, the coffee... My day at work was fi...
