I guess it's in my blood, in my family we are all coffee lovers. But if I could say that someone introduced me to it I owe it to my mother who used to make me coffee with milk every morning with sweet bread and scrambled eggs, she did this since I was about 7 years old. Some days we changed to arepa stuffed with cheese or pancakes with butter, but something that never changed was coffee with milk.

Coffee runs through my veins, since my great grandmother of Colombian origin used to assemble a pot of water and add the coffee to make it thicker, then she strained it and its flavor was unique. Then my grandmother, who was raised in Venezuela, had customs from both countries and prepared the most delicious coffee in the world. She taught my mother and she taught me. And now I am a coffee lover.