I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope/ For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,/ For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith/ But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
[T.S. Eliot]

[as in, the real actual thing, in Buenos Aires–photo by Carey Wallace. Complete with “ABC Restaurante Aleman” in the background.]