Carmen Castillo was a great woman who was born in the countryside and at an early age was sent to the capital, in theory to study, her older brother would take care of it, but her sister-in-law did everything to prevent this, fortunately since childhood my grandmother was always very determined, astute and determined, and over the years she managed to study and much more.

This lady, who will always be admired by me, was the mother of Beatriz, who in turn was my mother and although they were very different, each one sowed in me, things for which I will always be deeply grateful. In her there was that special something, but there is something I will always remember about her, her love for coffee.

As I have mentioned in other publications, my love for coffee is quite recent, but since I was a little girl I remember seeing my grandmother drinking coffee and it was not drinking coffee for the sake of drinking it, it was an experience enjoyed from the preparation, my mother drank coffee, but I never saw in her that love or passion for this beverage as I saw it in my grandmother.

Logically, when she did not drink coffee, I could not understand why it was something so special for her, even from the moment she chose the brand or roast of coffee that would give her not only the flavor, but also the smell she liked, her face was transformed, she was truly full of pleasure, she smiled with happiness and not to mention when she tasted that first sip if the coffee was as she wished and it was funny to see if the flavor was not the one she expected.

Although I did not drink coffee, living together and being present for 19 years in the life of my son, with whom she was particularly affectionate, she taught him to drink coffee, it made me laugh to see her supposedly sneaking around believing that I did not see her dipping her little finger in the coffee and putting it in my son's mouth and he who has always been a naughty boy since he was little loved to drink coffee with milk and bread, it was something that they both did together.

When I started drinking coffee and came to love it as I do now, since I don't like to drink bad quality coffee, I could understand the reasons for his happiness, that obviously gave us one more reason to share and I loved to see his face when I asked him if he wanted coffee, or his expression when he arrived wherever he was with a cup for her, she looked like a little girl.

Carmen Castillo, a woman of dark complexion, short stature, but of extraordinary strength, was someone who deeply loved coffee and enjoyed those moments of drinking coffee without haste, enjoying every sip and looking at the horizon with a happy face, so every time I drink coffee I remember her with so much affection for teaching me so much and also because I finally understood what coffee represented for her.

I say goodbye leaving here these lines that allowed me to honor and remember one of those two beautiful women who raised me and who deeply loved coffee and who at the same time are my participation in Mother's Day (CONTEST), before retiring I would like to know, did your grandmothers also love coffee?