So, it started this weekend when we had the baptism. I heard a lil boy call for his sister while crossing the road. I asked her what her name was and lo and behold it was “Lula.” I confirmed with the parents down the street (whose first instinct was their kids were in trouble) and indeed another Lula lives next door to our church.
Now, I get in the taxi and after being bombarded with the Jamaican driver blasting Kenny G through his 10″ subs, I try to turn off the Taxi TV only to see a piece on none other than “Cafe Lula.”
Amazing how the world is so small.
