Post gym sandwich
I’m writing this on the phone sitting at a café in my neighbourhood. I’m eating a sandwich after an hour of working out at the nearby gym. This café is very old school. Neither the coffee, nor the sandwiches are that good, but it’s a place where everyone’s welcome. It opens at 6am every weekday which means a lot of old people made this their favourite place. It’s not cheap (we’re in Stockholm remember) but less pricy than the newer place a block away.
The view is better also. You have to climb the stairs to get a table and from up here you see everyone coming and going to the houses we’re living.
It makes you calm down, sitting here listening to old people talking about bad knees and stuff.
A nice stop on the way home from the gym.