A Clean, Well-Lighted Place

While reading A Clean, Well-Lighted Place I couldn't help but think of my many trips to Mexico. I'm not sure why but I could picture the waiters in my head, relating them to some of the waiters we had ourselves while down in Playa del Carmen at our small off the road resort.  I could even picture the streets near the cafe and what the setting may have looked like.  I enjoyed reading this short story and liked Hemingway's use of conversation to tell the story.  The words he used to describe the old man and the tone throughout.  From what the book stated I feel like Hemingway felt in a sense what the old man feels...possibly never finding his way.