Author: edudelcorral01

  • Insufferably stuck

          In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures      “I’ll be happy to prepare it for you!” Paola answered. “Would you care from a little something from the menu to go with it? I can highly recommend the chocolate cakes. I can especially suggest these because I…

  • Learning a new trade

    Sweet fifteen   Chapter 14. Grandfather Jairo’s funeral        The tropical rain fell relentlessly, and I felt scared and miserable, listening to my teeth chattering, wet and cold. Once it was dark, we hiked our way through fields in a roundabout way to avoid enemy patrols. After three nights we eventually made it…

  • Sweet fifteen

    Sweet fifteen   Chapter 14. Grandfather Jairo’s funeral        My name is Francisca Diaz. I was born in León, Nicaragua. It has been said that I was born during troubled times, by people who didn’t know what they were talking about.      “When you climb aboard the boat, sit in the back,…

  • Finally, an espresso in the coffee zone

          In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures         “Now, this is a beautiful terrace. Just the spot where I would enjoy relaxing and quietly sit while I sip a good cup of coffee. I could spend a while drawing the outstanding view that you…

  • A nice guy

    A nice guy   Chapter 14. Grandfather Jairo’s funeral The pond San Lucas del Pulque, Estado de México, Mexico      “Then you’re family!” he expressed as he gave a big hug. “Let me tell you, honey, that for us, Jairo’s family, through and through! Even more so, Jairo’s like if he had been born…

  • Don Danilo’s Coffee House

          In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures         “I guess that you’re right! Yes, I could stay and live here and do so and live happily ever after. I don’t really know if in Marsella, which does seem quite possible. But, for sure, in…

  • A perfect night

    A perfect night   Chapter 14. Grandfather Jairo’s funeral One night before leaving Nicaragua, while still waiting for the nightfall, the fishermen, and the few troops scattered  on the beach, agreed it was the perfect night for transporting personnel: made-to-order and couldn’t-have-been-better; or so they said. Sure enough, the rain was a constant downpour, with…

  • To leave or to stay..

          In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures          He kept on walking until he reached the Cultural Center, where he stopped at the moment, listening to the music that drifted out from inside the house. It was a musical band that could be heard…

  • Welcome to El Salvador

    Welcome to El Salvador   Chapter 14. Grandfather Jairo’s funeral      By the time we had finished landing and securing our positions on that solitary beach, it was four AM. We still had an hour and a half wait before daybreak, under the unceasing downpour.      The lot of us huddled together, beneath…

  • A chess street-match

          In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures        The two set off, each one to encounter his own luck for that day, a Colombian from distant times, and a contemporary Frenchman from the opposite side of the ocean and the flip-side of the culture; each…