Morning coffee

Nowadays my coffee routines have changed a lot. The passage of time has produced some disorders in my sleep, I go to bed relatively late, after one o'clock in the morning and I get up after nine o'clock, sometimes I get up at half past ten in bed.

At that time I feel like drinking a fruit juice, I do this a few minutes before I go for a two kilometers walk, it is my way to warm up my body and raise the energy for the rest of the day.

Then in the afternoon I do have a latte while chatting with my wife. That afternoon coffee always has the magical effect of lifting my spirits, actually my biorhythm works best between afternoon and evening. That's why I take my longest walks in the late afternoon.

It was different before retirement. In those years I had to get to the high school where I worked very early in the morning and it took me an hour to get there.

My day at that time varied depending on the activities my children had in the afternoon. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays I had to take them to the swimming pool or to the music school.

On those days my day started at four o'clock in the morning. I remember getting up very sleepy, washing my face with cold water to wake me up a bit, and going up the ten flights of stairs three times in the building where I lived. It was the only opportunity to get some exercise in those days.

Going up and down the stairs took me a little over forty minutes. I would enter my house and be greeted by the sweet smell of freshly brewed coffee that my wife had made. She liked to make it the traditional way, pouring the hot water into a cloth strainer where she poured the ground coffee.

That smell accompanied me to the shower, and while I bathed I only thought of the great pleasure I would get from a few sips of coffee. And that was just what I was doing, I barely had time to take two or three sips before leaving in a hurry to catch the first bus that would take me to work

On Tuesdays and Thursdays the routine was calmer, I got up a little later, around five in the morning. There I would go directly to heat the water for the coffee, and while it was heating I would wash my face. Sometimes my wife would stay in bed and I would brew the coffee, drinking a small cup slowly, feeling my energy rising. Those days I would arrive at the bus stop in a better mood.

On Saturdays and Sundays we almost never had morning coffee at home. Those were the days we used to do our shopping and take the kids to the park or to one of their sports competitions.

Those two days we all got up as late as we could, went to the street and had breakfast in a cafe, which could be in a supermarket where we did our shopping or in the cafes near the parks where the children played.

All those images are very clear in my memory, and as I write it impresses me to become aware of all the time that has passed since those days.

As I mentioned at the beginning, I now drink coffee only in the afternoon. From time to time to break the routine I tell my wife that we should go for a coffee in a coffee shop in the city where you can see the sunset, which in our city are usually very beautiful.

Thank you for your time.