Leading up to Halloween, I had the extraordinary good fortune to have a day off from work? The reason for this? The boss needed to fumigate the office and therefore, it couldn't be open to the general public for 24 hours... Which suited me perfectly, because mentally I needed more than a break; I longed to go back to one of my favourite places in the whole world: the coffee shop near my house. Oh yeah, guys... And that's because, ever since I was notified from work that I wasn't supposed to go, I felt an immense inspiration....
I confess that I slept better than I usually do. I felt that I really rested and that the rush and anxiety that normally accompanies me from the time the alarm clock goes off until I get home again has simply disappeared.... That means there is a lot at stake; at least for me. You see, my mind is always running about two million miles an hour. Although I slept splendidly the night before I didn't have to go to work, I took this day as an adventure... I dropped my daughter off at school.
I dropped my daughter off at school, as I do every day, went back home, took a shower, put on some comfortable but nice clothes, combed my hair, put on a little make-up and went for a walk the 4 blocks from my house to that beautiful, peaceful, lonely (in the mornings, I discovered) coffee shop... Already from the outskirts I could smell the aroma of coffee.... God, what a delicacy of the gods that drink is! Even though, as a good coffee lover, I have some at home, I didn't want to.
Well, that's exactly what I did... But as my birthday is coming up soon, I also took the opportunity and bought a bottle of red wine, my absolute favourite when it comes to alcohol... And for the cover of this post, it simply looked wonderful. I admit, people were looking at me a bit strangely. 9 in the morning, a girl, alone, orders two coffees (latte and mocha), and on the table, a bottle of wine goes up; well, the rest is history.... Me and my mind were longing for relaxation and for the hours of the day to pass the way they did; with peace, with pleasure and with that beautiful solitude that you only experience when you really enjoy something, individually....
So, there we were, those two plastic cups of coffee, the stillness of my thoughts, my ability to tame my existing anxieties and me.... I didn't order anything to eat because I had had breakfast beforehand. I had no craving for anything to eat, only to taste the penetrating and fascinating flavour of coffee. And not to praise the coffee shop, but the beans they grind in their machines are an absolute mystery.... The owners never reveal the brand, only the origin of the coffee: they say it comes from the mountains of Trujillo. A place far from where you saw, but with a more pleasant climate; in the Andes.
I'm not lying when I tell you that the minutes passed and I didn't notice anything. I knew that this is what happens when you find fulfilment and enjoyment; it seems that time goes by faster. Curiously, when I went to pay at the cashier, I realised that I had left all my money and cards at home.... Oh, the shame. ‘What am I going to do now?’, I mentally repeated to myself. So, in one fell swoop, all the good vibes vanished for fear of what the owners would think of me.... Fortunately, they know I'm a reliable customer, and allowed me to go home to get the money, which I did, of course. I went back to the café, and the owner's son thought I wouldn't come back.... He didn't tell me but I noticed. I am a grateful woman, and I respect the aura of coffee shops and reflection; I would never leave without paying. I paid, walked home, and so ends this micro story about my morning alone, without a romantic rendezvous, in a coffee shop...
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