Sai uma bica para ti, Pai.

Celebrating my father after 3 years of him being gone. Cafe Expresso is entrenched in the Portuguese culture. He went to the cafe all the time, mostly without us. Going for um cafe, or um garoto, became a ritual for us when we lived in Furadouro in 1976.

Any good Portuguese youth is familiar, if not a consumer, of the bica, no matter where in the world you find them.

I am thinking of you.