The coffee came in a cup the size of a thimble

First week in town, I walked up to a little window and asked for a coffee, the way I always did at home. What I got was a tiny paper cup of something black and sweet, handed over a counter with no seats, and it was gone in three swallows. I stood there thinking it was a mistake. Then the man next to me drank his and went back to his phone call, so I did the same. I walked round to Domino Park on Calle Ocho and sat down with the empty cup, a bit wired. Worth the trip, for the coffee alone.