“Americano y bombón,” the barista said when he saw me at the counter. It was a busy day at the cafe on Calle San Jacinto, a pedestrian street that runs through Seville’s Triana neighborhood.

The barista’s colleague heard that and looked over at me. She asked if I also wanted the usual order for food, a thin slice of Iberian ham on one piece of perfectly toasted bread, and another piece of bread with butter and jam. I nodded. I had cash in hand to pay, wanting to make it easier for the people who ran the cafe.

This was the first morning that they recognized me and knew my order. I have scores of beautiful memories from our three weeks spent in Seville in March, but this moment was a standout.

I told my husband about it after I brought our coffee and then food to our table. We spent most of our mornings in Triana at outdoor tables at this branch of the Patio San Eloy restaurant chain. We watched the daily parade of passersby while having our coffee, americano for me and café bombón, an espresso served with condensed milk, for my husband. Groups of teens who appeared to be on school trips would laugh and chatter as they walked along. Grandmothers and parents led small children to a nursery school on the block. My husband and I got to know by sight several dogs, including a beagle who lived in an apartment across the street.

I’d like to submit stories about my time in Seville and other cities for City Life. Please add me as a writer. I’m a freelance journalist who shares your love of urban life. And many thanks for creating this publication. I’m already a frequent clapper on Medium for your posts and Charlie Brown’s. I look forward to seeing the work you published here on City Life.