Hello friends of this community, I bring you this story, something that happened to me, and I think you deserve to know it even if it does not respond to any challenge.
I had no coffee at home, so I went into a state of shock, I wanted to die so I went out very early in the morning in search of that precious liquid, but very early in the morning I had not opened any.
I felt very upset, desperate, I began to have a headache, everything that causes me the absence of coffee especially in the mornings.
I had no other choice but to return home and to my surprise, I found that my friend had arrived on an unexpected visit, and at the same time, a great friend from the interior of the country.
Both of them with coffee, my soul came to my body, but there was a big discrepancy because he drinks it normally like me, strong and bitter, but my friend from the country, she has a teapot, her coffee must be softer and as we Cubans say, watery and sweet.
I did not know what to do, but I pleased them both, and from this came out a topic that we did not agree on, she said that because of her years of experience, coffee tends to change its taste depending on where it is brewed and even in the vessel where it is drunk, because the glassware absorbs the heat of coffee differently from the plastic and metal jugs as it is drunk in the east, where she comes from, while the two of us considered that the coffee does not lose or change its essence after the fact, but an older person at the end and having the last word. I did not say that the important thing about coffee is that it is not missing.
I was delighted that life had given me a great gift, not only to have coffee but also to share it with great friends, even though the age difference was not important before the great idea of sharing a morning coffee.
thanks for reading
photos of my motorola mobile phone