Hello, coffee lovers.
I'm fascinated by surprises. I'm not one of those people who dislike them; on the contrary, I'm always looking for something to surprise me.
That's why I'm going to tell you about that day when I had a delicious coffee, where I least expected it and when I needed it most.
I remember that it was an exhausting day. I was working with some friends; we were accompanying some fellow writers who had traveled to my country to participate in a literary event and wanted to get to know the city a bit before the event started.
So, we were acting as their guide for more than eight consecutive hours. And, worst of all, without taking a single sip of coffee.
However, they didn't want to say goodbye without first inviting us for some beers. Of course, we accepted. Not only because we like them, but also out of courtesy. Because, to be honest, I just wanted to go home.
So we went to a bar near where our friends were staying.
Imagine my surprise when, in addition to the dozens of bottles and glasses in the place, I saw a coffee machine.
I was instantly relieved. I went up to the bar and asked the bartender if they had coffee. And, upon his affirmative response, I ordered two coffees. Then, I approached the group and shared the good news.
Of course, the first two coffees were just for me.
Espresso, mulato coffee, café bombón, cortados, and many more paraded across the bar that night. While everyone else sipped their beers, I savored my coffees.
That night, my body craved coffee to get me home; not beer.
If, by divine intervention, I arrived at the only bar I know that, in addition to alcohol, serves various types of coffee recipes, I wouldn't be the one to waste the miracle.
