After our hard moment deciding where to have lunch in our working day break of one hour, we would die to get a shot of coffee.
I just remembered my Spanish friend Xabier. Who I would go to get that coffee we wanted to so much to keep us awake for the rest of the afternoon.
This morning my friend made me a tasty coffee with foamy milk. He doesn’t know why I get it without sugar.
I like to think of coffee as life’s hard times. It might be bitter but it’s good.
I wish a blessed day for everyone.