I’m sitting waiting outside a cafe for Lydia to arrive. There are many chairs outside spread over a large area maybe from one end to the other about 30 metres. At the far end there is a group of foreigners and you know through all the background noise of music, cars, other people chatting there is one American voice cutting through all this chatter. She obviously loves the sound of her own voice even if the rest of us don’t, well I really mean me……