Almost more than I love beets, I LOVE hotel breakfast. This is one of my most American qualities. It's why I find it difficult to live in Italy for extended periods of time, even if that's my soul's paradise. Even if it's the depressing spread on offer at an Extended Stay in Gary, Indiana, you know where you can find me if I am a hotel guest. I firmly believe I am maximizing my use of whatever hotel I may be staying in, and simultaneously avoiding being spendthrift by using services for which I've already paid. At the Pestana, I loaded my plate with fresh guava (not the move, too many hard little seeds), farmer's cheese, something like mozzarella that they called "Minas Cheese" (presumably from Minas Gerais), some sausage, some eggs. We Ubered to the Metropolitan Cathedral for Sunday Mass. The cathedral is totally unique in its architecture. It's essentially an open air church made of cement. In place of a church bulletin, the cathedral provides a rundown of every single prayer,…
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