The cat purred and paced and promptly fell right off Dave’s bony knees. That clumsy fall sealed our fate; ridiculousness has its charm.
My father and I stop near the fountain in the middle of a plaza. Baobabs and coconut trees lean over us and we are arm in arm as if we have been walking like this our whole lives. We sit on a bench as if we are not strangers, as if twenty years and the three thousand miles between Minnesota and Colombia have never separated us.