Foreign land

I saw Yili off at the bus station
then I walked to an old hotel
trying to find a cafe a stranger had told me about
But he must have misremembered
or mischaracterized it
There was no cafe but a bar
a tourist destination, said the receptionist
Hoping to have a coffee and some sweets
I went to a cafe that existed
I ordered a latte and a pistachio cookie
It’s soft and sweet and I smiled inside
I stayed for an hour or so
not doing much
Feeling indecisive about where to go next
I stepped outside
and started to walk by the roadside
Cars drove by but I didn’t care where they were going
like I sometimes do
Half way through my walk I talked to Sean on the phone
we chatted about our days
I had more to say than he did
Then I went back to my hotel
sat down on the half-broken chair
and cried