There I was in Tarifa, Spain. A story idea came to me, so I fired up the notebook. Leaning against the wall for support, I scribbled away without noticing these three guys until later.
Take notice to the shape of the arch above me. This is called “mudejar” architecture, which derives from the Moorish occupation of Spain. The arches continue past the supporting columns giving that distinct bump.
I would guess these men were old enough to be my grandfather’s age. They had quite a conversation going, very animated. No doubt they solved a few of the world’s problems and decided where they were going to have their afternoon drink. I’ve had the good luck to be counseled over the years by many people much older than myself. If you’re willing to listen, they’ll teach you as much as you can learn. For the price of drink, it might be more valuable than a college course or funnier than an hour of stand-up.

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