Coffee forever.

A loving greeting to all my Hive friends, especially to coffee lovers. This time the community brings us a very interesting proposal, but in my case it is not at all difficult to decide between leaving coffee or alcohol for good, the answer is obvious. But before going deeper into each one of them I will mention, as I have done in other occasions, that I try not to depend on so many things in this life, I have left coffee at times and I have taken it up again with the passing of time, without this being a disaster for me. But in this interrogation I will certainly choose to give up alcohol for good.

The reason why this decision is very simple is because I have never really drank alcohol. When I was very young I tried a couple of beers and that same night I decided that I would not do it anymore, because I did not like the taste or the way it made me feel. Throughout my life I have had the opportunity to try many alcoholic beverages, from wine, whiskey, amaretto, to the elaborate cocktails of modern bars, as well as the traditional ethyl drinks that are prepared in my region in an artisanal way. It has only taken me one sip to know that I do not enjoy them, no doubt I am intolerable to alcohol.

On the other hand, I have used alcohol for baking, because as I always say, cooking is one of my great passions. Also to marinate some meat, I believe that alcohol plays an important role in the kitchen. This would be the only aspect in which it would affect me to nip my relationship with alcohol in the bud. But I don't think it would be that dramatic either because there are many options to replace it.

Coffee, on the other hand, is completely different. Its consumption generates in me an intimate nostalgia of past lives. It connects me with my roots and with the tragic way in which I arrived in Latin America, but also with the warmth of the peasant hands that after generations have planted and developed this beautiful coffee art. It is exciting to think of coffee from its birth, rising from the earth to give us its fruits and without altering our consciousness it gives us the possibility of sharing, of long and deep conversations, of the necessary afternoons of solitude.

Although I have left the café at times, I have always returned to it as one who gathers that little piece of cultural identity, as one who is reunited with those collective experiences. So beyond the disagreements and encounters with coffee, I know that I would not leave it definitively, I know that I would not say goodbye forever. Because whenever a cup is finished, there is always the hope of the next one, and hope is exactly the essence of each one of us.

For now I say goodbye, hoping you enjoy this reading where I share my reflections from the bottom of my heart. See you soon, I wish you an excellent week full of joy and lots of coffee.