When was it that I was introduced to coffee, I don't know! But here in my country it is usual that we are given coffee from a very early age in the version of coffee with milk and guarapo, both providing a wonderful balance that helps first-timers to begin to appreciate this magical brew. That is why instead of saying that it is in my blood, I would actually say that it is the result of a national tradition and culture with which we Venezuelans identify ourselves.

In my particular case my family did not give me black coffee, I had to grow up a little to be allowed to start drinking it stronger and stronger until I reached the point where I am now of drinking it black almost without sugar, it was a process in which I was accompanied mainly by my parents, but in which uncles, grandparents, cousins participated... this is teamwork. Now, being an adult, I am pleased to be part of the same process but with my little cousin.