When I was a high school principal or in the different responsibilities I had in my life, this faithful friend and companion accompanied me and served as protocol for all those who came to visit me or for a co-worker who had a problem or simply came to share with me.
I have the joy of sharing my life with a man who likes coffee and who makes it in an exquisite way. I am not ashamed to say that he prepares it better than I do and, besides, I like that he does it because I enjoy it in a better way.
Talking about this publication he reminded me that when we met I offered him a cup of coffee and that this was a pretext to start getting to know each other and that coffee was the one who realized our possible love relationship.
Coffee has also been present in sad moments of my life. He was a faithful companion in the death of my father, he was by my side in the death of my mother and, although many think that this is a date of festivity and joy, the truth is that he has been in all the moments of my life.
I remember the hours and hours that a classmate and I spent studying at the university to obtain a degree in Education, specializing in Spanish and Literature. In the face of tiredness, sleepiness and lack of desire, he was there to encourage us.
Another element and no less important that I can say with pride is that I know everything from its birth until it is tasted by each one of us because I am a peasant woman, from the countryside and the main agricultural product of the place where I was born is coffee.
Therefore, I know how it is sown in nylon bags, its subsequent passage to the flower beds, its replanting for the places where it will grow and that it must be in the shade. I understand how to prune them and how difficult it is to fill a bag with the beloved grain.
For many years I had a scholarship in schools and picking coffee was the main agricultural activity I did. Perhaps the work I spent in growing it has made me love it so much.
With my husband I have a nice tradition and every afternoon we make our summary of the day having a cup of coffee. She is the pretext for that moment.
This is all the more important because I am retired and on some days I am home alone and when my husband arrives he and coffee become the perfect and necessary company to brighten up any day I have had with low self-esteem.
Unfortunately I have a stomach illness that prevents me from drinking it as often as I would like and sometimes I can drink it with milk or Cortaito as we call it here, but, in spite of everything I continue to drink it and I enjoy it more and more.
To conclude I would like to congratulate all the coffee lovers of the world and in a special way to those who make life in this very special community.
Blessings.
The photos were taken with my Samsung Galaxy and I used the translator Deepl Translate.
