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Every Morning my mother starts with a nice warm cup of coffee. It wakes her up like a polite slap in the face. Sometimes its the Peruvian that makes you feel as if being in the high lands surrounded by large crop fields with the alpacas, or Cuban like a hot sunny day in Plaza las Armas, so close to the water that you can hear the ocean while in the Bodeguita de en Medio with the strong smell that reeks the whole place of a Cuban cigar, or to play it safe and just casual like every single option in the coffee and tea section at the supermarket, as the Nescafe or Starbucks type. They all have their own backstory, some coffee is made by poop, did you know that? Poop. They say that it is the most expensive and exclusive coffee in the world. All because a cat-like animal pooped it. But it doesn’t matter to the clients, as long as they have that energy kick in the morning, all is good.

For my own taste, coffee should be iced, but to the majority its the same type of drinking it, Hot and strong (as an Americano, or house blend, etc.), but it’s the extra touch of sugar and milk that makes each drink unique. It exemplifies your personality in a sort of way, add sugar: you are a sweet person, add honey: even more unique of a person (or simply an ordinary, as my sister used to have hers), or just black coffee. Every morning the smell of coffee surrounds my house. Weather I’m about to enter the kitchen or still going down the stairs, the smell gets captured in my nostrils so tight that it feels like I’m just gliding to get to the kitchen table to get my cup of coffee. My mother is not addicted to coffee but when traveling it’s almost as an instinct to order coffee when the opportunity arrives. On one occasion, in Lebanon after we had lunch in a relative’s house, they took out this small pot and several cups. It turned out to be Turkish Coffee, they indicated to let it settle a bit and drink it, soon after finished, to sway and turn the cup immediately to let the coffee remains make their own design. To what it ended up being is a common way to get your fortune told, and my family knew how to read cups. Coffee brings everyone different memories and sensations, its just measured by one cup.