Planning at a café

I had unanswered questions about my schedule, so I went in search of another café to plant my butt on.

I headed north, stopping at a couple of bakeries to buy a single croissant at each, but none of them offered a mocha.

I finally found a tiny café on the edge of town that had snacks, a mocha, and a nice spot to work.  The lady at the counter pointed me to the lasagna in the display case and made a little monologue about it, saying she made it herself with only ingredients she approved. It was a hard sell but she was so charming…

I got it for “take away”, along with a wee quiche, which came with a wee salad. The lasagna looked very dense so I figured it would be dinner.

When she came to my table with the mocha, the lady said “You know, I have chicken soup too.  It goes good with the quiche.”  So of course I bought a bowl of it to eat there, and dang, she was right.

The lady asked where I was from, and when I said California she said “Oh I went there 20 years ago!  I was an exchange student for a year, from Belize. I went to Connecticut. Every weekend I took the train to New York!  I went for free because of my job. But my boyfriend said we should see California so we flew to San Diego and did a road trip.”

We talked about how awesome New York is for a while, and I confessed that she’d seen a lot more if it than me.  I couldn’t help asking:  “So how did you end up in Haugesund?” 

“Oh you know,” she said.  “My husband likes to travel, and he found work here. So we went together. But Norwegians are so nice!  So nice.”

I noticed that she spoke pretty fluent Norwegian to the rest of the customers, and she seemed to be in charge of the place.  She really landed on her feet!