This little restaurant is one street north of the D’Beatrice Comida Criolla, another local eating place near my Santo Domingo guesthouse just outside the Zona Colonia.
At lunch yesterday, there was a line backing almost out the front door and all the tables inside were occupied.This morning, its doors are open for breakfast and it is early enough to get a table. It is quiet inside ,at this moment ,and a cool breeze rushes through the room, coming from the Caribbean Sea, a few blocks to our south.
Regulars are just finishing, joking, getting ready to go to work, all men in their forties and fifties going to jobs to support their families.
The beauty of the Zona Colonia is that you find new twists every day. As a traveler, everything begins new, and, by the time it stops being new, it is time to board a plane and fly home. When you get home, the travel spirit is still burning inside you and you see your own home with new eyes and a new heart, fall back in love with the little table you sit at in the morning for breakfast as sparrows squabble on tree branches within your line of sight.
Keeping our spirit alive is a daily responsibility.
I’m not one who wants a dead spirit in my live body and a live spirit in a dead body is a matter for higher authorities than we have on this Earth.