Happy beginning of the weekend my dear coffee drinkers.

I greatly consider that I carry coffee not only in my blood, but in my entrails, hahaha. Since I can remember my grandmother in a huge house with a large patio, she heated the water in a stove and then poured it into a fabric cone that she made herself, where she placed the coffee powder and poured the very hot water over it, by then they did not allow me to drink it, so I only enjoyed such a pleasant aroma, which I never forgot. I grew up in my parents' house where every day they prepared it in the morning, after lunch and in the afternoon for a snack. At the age of 10 I was allowed to try it and from that moment on it has been and will continue to be as long as I live, "MY INSEPARABLE FRIEND" I simply "LOVE IT"

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