On the first day, I decided to bike to the beach. I was full of excitement and smiling, enjoying the perfect weather for a swim. In a small village near the beach, I stopped for coffee. A man on the street, maybe 25 years old, greeted me with a “hi.” I politely said hi back. He left, but later, as I was leaving the café, there he was again. He greeted me once more, and I, feeling confused, said hi again. Something felt off, though.
