I can say that the place was open to the sea breeze. I can say that it would have been a different place if it hadn't been cloudy that day. I can also say that I didn't drink coffee that day. My memory goes back to that fairly recent visit as if it were a trip I took years ago. That's nostalgia for you. I miss my sister. Although she lives in a nearby city, she is a very busy person and so am I, so the ideal alignment of the stars rarely occurs.
That memory has the flavor of mint and lemongrass tea.
This post may not qualify for the tag except in one aspect, but I think it's something important to highlight when we talk about the atmosphere of a place: it is woven like a filigree of various precious elements. The mood, the weather, the company, and the journey. The journey counts: how and why you got there.
What came before.
And what came after, because memory will definitely transform the atmosphere of the memory.
The place I visited with my sister is called Donde Patricio, and its logo suggests an iconic relationship with the tradition of Irish leprechauns, their pot of gold, good fortune...
But there I found the spirit of the east of my country in full force: the smell of fish and seafood, beer, and expressions of devotion in honor of the Virgin of the Valley, patron saint of eastern Venezuela.
It is a spacious and bustling place. Colorful and eclectic.
You may not like the slightly crazy mix of religious images, broken tiles forming designs, stretched canvas ceiling, and heavy, rustic tables, but its dedication to the landscape...!!!!
Every view here leads to the sea!
And it's not unusual for birds to visit you here. Especially thrushes, thieves by nature, looking to steal a crumb or two.
Although the menu offers a wide selection for those who enjoy seafood dishes, I opted to try an old favorite: calamari coated in batter with plenty of lemon, mint tea, and a cold beer.
The calamari was super fresh and cooked to perfection, tender and tender, the tea was refreshing and delicious, not too sweet, as it should be, and the beer was cold.
I enjoyed everything while looking out over the city, which seemed very far away.
And then what?
The sea and its strange magic as we walked along the boulevard at night.
And that's all, and the nostalgia of returning very soon.