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Whenever I visit my grandparents in Saltillo I tend to stay in my grandfather’s room where there is an extra bed for my brother and me. As I go to sleep my grandfather lights up his lamp and lays down for some late night reading. Days usually start pretty early whenever I visit. My grandfather has always been an early bird, he usually wakes up at around 5:30am, as he waits for the newspaper he solves the crossword puzzles from the previous edition. As he listens the newspaperman delivering both copies he knows it is time for a freshly brewed coffee. He quietly walks across the room to keep us from waking up and heads to the kitchen. He reads both local and national newspaper while having a hot cup of coffee. At around 7:30am when I usually wake up I go to the kitchen where I know my grandfather will be sitting in his favorite spot at the table. After having a cup of coffee we head for early Sunday shopping in order to get breakfast ready. First comes a local tortilleria, followed by a small store that my grandpa says it has the best chorizo in the state. As long as I can remember we have always followed the same route to buy what we need for breakfast. My grandfather has never been the greatest cook I know, but I am pretty sure he can make a Sunday breakfast better than anyone else.