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Swimsuit Cruise Ch 15
At the café a short distance from the beach, we sat inside where the place was mostly filled with locals and a few who might’ve been tourists. The menu was written on a white board, indicating a place that featured whatever was fresh rather than standard, though the decorative sketches near the Cubano sandwich indicated a daily special.
Unsure of what to get, JM suggested a plate of fried grouper, an order of BBQ ribs and a plate of empanadas that all came with sides of rice, beans and plantains. The fare reminded us of food we saw in Columbia, though there was more emphasis on the citrus.
While JM had a Cubano to himself, the rest of us picked at the other dishes. No diner went hungry, and though our drinks were limited to water and limeade, we still had a good meal.
Oh, and did JM get to see any photos? I stopped him before too long, making sure Michelle’s photos were not on the table - literally.
Forty minutes later, my watch indicated a quarter past one.
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