Since moving to Mexico I have made some lovely friends, mostly due to our children becoming friends themselves. One woman and I try to make it a point to have a weekly coffee date where we can chitchat mostly about our endeavors and the general f*$%kery in the world.
One afternoon she writes, we have to go for a rose coffee!! A rose what?
She took me to this lovely little coffee shop with sinful desserts and shelves filled with handmade artists' wares for purchase. It had an ornate lounge chair by the window and leather-bound books on the small coffee table. Outside there was a terrace with small iron tables and chairs and a beautifully tiled sink to use after your time in the restroom. We sat inside white walls and tiles surrounding, basked by the breeze from the door and baking from the kitchen and suddenly the barista arrived with the coffee.
Initially, it was too pretty to drink so I snapped some photos but then I drank it. It was a rich coffee infused with rose oil. It was a delicate infusion. I shuld have removed the petals prior to driking. Despite roses being edible I did not love my last chewy sips of coffee.
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