I arrived at the breakfast buffet at 15 minutes to 10. It closed at 10.
What an amazing spread. I filled most of my plate with grilled vegetables and fresh tomatoes and cucumber and a slab of some yummy creamy white cheese that looked like feta and tasted like heaven.
Nutella and…..?
Not sure….what these are called.
And I got a language lesson while I did it.
I’d brought down my laptop and notes for the upcoming workshop so I could start preparing–but it was a little hard to concentrate. Stevie Wonder was crooning “My Cherie Amour” as I stared at my notes.
Moments later, Diana Ross was blaring out, “I’m Coming Out.” Serbian morning Muzak to help with digestion?
I felt like I was back at a lesbian bar when I was coming out as a 23-year-old. It was hard not to start dancing through the breakfast area.
I’m coming out
I’m coming
I’m coming out
I’m coming out
I want the world to know
Got to let it show
I’m coming out
I want the world to know
I got to let it show
There’s a new me coming out
And I just had to live
And I want to give
I’m completely positive
I think this time around
I am gonna do it
Like you never do it
Like you never knew it
Oh, I’ll make it through
The time has come for me
To break out of the shell
I have to shout
That I’m coming out
I’m coming out
I want the world to know
Got to let it show
I’m coming out
I want the world to know
I got to let it show
I’m coming out
I want the world to know
Got to let it show
I’m coming out
I want the world to know
I got to let it show.