The story of a hot chocolate

It's interesting how when you get lost you end up finding the best places

Some places just click...I don't know...maybe the music, the atmosphere...the whole vibe...timing also.  Plus, the best seat with the best view

Large, please!

In this case, I can assure it was a love affair...romance.  They say beauty is in the eyes of the beholder...well, this beholder couldn't avoid noticing all the details.  A real flirt.

No expectations

There it was...good company for the next few hours (not that I had planned...it just happened).  What a smell

Colorful

Interaction

Time was passing by.  Minutes?  Hours?  Who cares?

As I said in the Portuguese version of this blog, there's no açaí outside Brasil, so I have to substitute my addiction.  Nothing better than a creamy hot chocolate.  Fits the cool weather

The sun had gone down, already.  But we were there.  Any thoughts of leaving

Everything played a role

Keep it

Ordinary was extraordinary

It's time to leave.  I gotta go...I'm a traveller, you know

 Parting

Not without looking back, remembering all of those moments together

Good... bye