On the walk from Plaza Major to Puerta del Sol (don’t I sound internationally snobbish?) I kept saying loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, “Donde esta Starbucks? Donde esta Starbucks? Donde esta Starbucks?” Several people helped: a kid on a skateboard, and and old man coming back from the market. I was on a mission, which was accomplished. The red one is for Paul; the lime one is for Susan.
With Open Doors 
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