The last time I came around here, we talked about how curious it was to chat with a stranger while having coffee. This time, the company was granted by a great friend of mine.
I went to visit her at the small shop where she works, which is also a family business. That day it wasn’t her shift but her sister’s (who is also my friend), yet they shamelessly asked her to cover a couple of hours to take care of some errands. When I arrived, that arrangement hadn’t been finalized yet, so I took the chance and said: “Hey, don’t cover for her, let’s go have coffee at Casa Dranguet.”
After thinking it over for a bit, she followed my lead. We went in search of one of the best sips in the city, conveniently nearby, but unfortunately it was already closed at that hour. The plans seemed to crash, but luckily Café Catedral saved us just in time.
I had visited this place before, but I think the owners have changed. It’s a calm and refreshing spot. My friend ordered an espresso, and I—as always—a cappuccino. Lately I’ve been leaning toward that variety. I went a little heavy on the sugar, but I still liked it.
Afterwards, we ordered two lemonades, since the heat was terrifying. One asks for coffee in such warm climates because it’s in our blood as heritage, but honestly it’s a bit counterproductive.
Anyway, to reach a conclusion: drinking coffee with strangers is an experience that takes you out of routine, but when you do it with friends, the comfort is much greater. The trust that already exists is enough to talk about any subject, and that makes it so that more than just coffee, it turns into a personal national holiday.
English isn't my native language. Text translated with DeepL
