When I visit Lola, the first thing she wanted to offer me was coffee, but i purposely told her not to, because I was so Keen to walk around the city and see things for myself. According to her, she finds it so difficult to go out on winter, and later, as I insist, she prefer we wear a sweater and go out. As we walked around, my heart was full of excitement, because of the beautiful buildings, recreational centres and many more beautiful things I see in the city.
I said to myself, "Mexico is beautiful" this is the kind of place I want to spent my life, then as we move along, I saw the psychologist coffee shop and the people in there were smiling admirably and holding the hands of the person's sitting in front of them, I love what I saw as it was so sensational, I decided that, I and Lola get in there to have some coffee and chat about our self, I felt like doing things in double as I was with Lola, and it was not even the coffee I was interested in, I wanted to see for myself, how it will rightly felt to sit face to face with Lola in the coffee shop.
As someone I have confess a billion's of love through the internet, it was a happy day for me, i didn't mind the tiredness from the trip, but I was with so much happiness as the day I get to meet Lola was coming to reality and we get to meet in person, the atmosphere with her in one place was so sensational, Lola understand me because in all I do, she never argue or told me that I was doing too much, rather it was an exciting thing to her also to have seen me, doing my African style of all things, with Lola, I believed that love is beautiful.
The coffee seller came to us, Lola order for some and I was just smiling because almost everything in Mexico chuckle's me, I didn't want to drink the coffee that was the feelings in me but when I saw the vapor going up just like an early morning dew, I knew something must be different about the coffee, I sit up very well and sip up the coffee.
My brain ring a bell and right from that moment, I was feeling like a Mexican, I knew it from that moment, that I was not in Nigeria anymore. "I hope you are enjoying my home country?". Lola asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I am enjoying everything about your country, especially the difference tastes of this coffee" I let her know that the coffee taste a lot more different from what we took in our country, but despite that, I am liking it, because it has the quality i like in a coffee.
The taste I get from the coffee was a thing that makes me asked about the seller. Lola told me, since the coffee seller was a child, her uncle own the coffee shop and she has learned a lot more about coffee making. Once a customer get into her shop, she would needs to carried out a mind study to know what best coffee to served to the customer, and it was so, because a lot of the customer's were smiling, which comes out as a satisfaction.
I felt the energy too and like me, it was a surprising thing because I never visited that kind of coffee shop before, but it was a pleasure to be there because i was exposed to life and the difference ways sellers go about serving what is best to their customers.
When Lola told me that she got a masters in psychology, I could not say more because it was true that she could reads the mind's of people, I was well served with her coffee making, and throughout my stay in the city of Mexico, I think one of the place that I was taking good care of was in the psychologist coffee shop.
