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A Coffee to Remember
It's a pleasure to be with you again. Today, at my friend's house, we got up very early. It was very cold, and while we were getting ready to start our activities for today, my friend had already made the coffee. You have no idea what a pleasant experience I had. While I was getting dressed, the aroma of coffee reached me, permeating the entire house. It reminded me of the house where I grew up. Every morning at around six in the morning, the coffee was made and strained through a sleeve, a custom that has transcended years. Then, first, the mountain coffee (strong, bitter) was strained, and then the guayoyo (guarapo) began. And here at my friend's house, she also maintains her tradition. Her strainer is a sleeve. Her house is rural, and everything takes me back to the past.
I drank freshly brewed coffee in a metal aisle, all with the same flavor, a coffee not too strong, not too sour. Years later, I enjoy this coffee more. You drink it with such passion, it warms you up, you enjoy it sip by sip from a small cup, and it's what gives you the energy to start the day.
A cup of coffee, both at the beginning and throughout the day, is a faithful companion because, at every opportunity, you have a reason to drink it. My friends and I are attending a community meeting, and among the logistics, we already have thermoses of coffee to warm up the crowd. The temperature here is impressive; the cold and fog are stronger than the sun's rays.