Guten Morgen
While eating breakfast one morning, in Montevideo, an elderly man walked up to us and said "Guten Morgen.¨ Surprised by the German greeting in a Spanish speaking city we both hesitated and then smiled and greeted him back in our choppy German.
He turned out to be the owner of the confiteria we were sitting in. His father had migrated from Germany and opened it years ago. We aren´t sure if he approached us because he thought we might be German or because he saw one of us looking at the old photos in shop. Either way, we made a new friend that day. He toured us around the shop and then the next day drove us along the coast of the city dropping us off at an old Spanish Cemetery we had wanted to visit.
A sweet new friend we made in Montevideo.
