To be honest, I've learned to love coffee over time. I've also learned that there are different types of coffee, and I always go for a classic cappuccino when someone offers me one.
This particular coffee was introduced to me by my friend in Brazil. It holds a special place in my heart because it's a little piece of him that I keep with me. It looks so beautiful that I wanted to share it with you. I love the contrast between the dark brown and the light brown. Coffee is endless; it's a whole world unto itself. I see it as an art form, and I really admire how they make those patterns inside.
I would like to continue trying different types of coffee; it's a way of seeing the world. It never hurts to share a cup of coffee with someone, but I think it's very nice. Anyway, this brings back a lot of memories as I write this, which is why I'm emotionally blocked and don't like coffee, but I've tried to like it after the opportunities that have come my way. I hope I can learn to love coffee, just as I can learn to love someone, but first I must love myself. As it is, I've become like coffee, bitter. My mom has told me this many times, and I guess I need to be more sweeter, I guess. Coffee beans grow abundantly here in Sucre. This coffee is actually called café bombón, and as my friend told me, it's delicious.