Greetings, handshakes, kisses and hugs to all the coffee lovers who visit my blog at this time.
Thank you very much for the love and support.
If you are not in too much of a hurry, let me invite you to a taste of the black elixir at the Nuevo Mundo Cafeteria, located on the very popular Calle de los Cines in Camagüey.
After an intense line at the bank to be able to cash a check as payment for the radio scripts, I left the place stressed, with my hair standing on end and a bad temper. However, sitting on the promenade, right in front, 
Seeing her, my face completely transformed. I felt the muscles of my face relax, hardened by the bad experience of the moment.
—Girl, finally, I thought you would never come out. Let's go get the coffee.
He told me with a smile and we walked like girls, laughing and catching up, towards the coffee shop that was less than a block away.
I had never been there, but I was amazed by the cozy place. The icing on the cake is that we coincided with a Camagüey plastic artist whom
We ordered frapuccino, one of my favorites. And we did drink that coffee almost in total silence, as if it were a ritual. The souvenir photo couldn't be missing, of course, and then we continued the talk that involved, as in a good film, a little bit of everything.
Before leaving I remember that we ordered some sweets, which later would make us feel extremely bad.
—Because you have a sweet tooth, she said, ¿who has ever seen someone eat flour sweets so early in the morning?
And a morning of coffee, coincidences, meetings and complicit conversations, became a funny memory of: “when we ate sweets in New World, and we got sick.”
Do you remember it like that, my capi
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English is not my native language, I apologize for any possible translation errors.
