In the lands of coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures

     “Well, look here, my boy, you’ll have to excuse me, but I must interrupt. Allow me to elaborate on that thing that you call the good weather and the stuff about the Spring. Better said, these summer days in Medellin are cheerful, sunny days with deep blue skies. Look out the window, my good fella, and you won’t catch a single cloud in the sky, will ya? But, now, ya listen to me. Back then, when I was working in Spain, in those faraway lands that so many times could be so cold… well, there I found that over there they talk about certain three months of the year, that they call summer when it’s not so chilly, and they get a bit of sun. But, additionally, those poor folk only have one those summers per year, ain’t that a sin? Am I right or not?”

     “Of course you’re right, and that’s quite true,” Jean Marie answered promptly. “In France, we also only have one summer and one winter each year, and it very cold during those three winter months.”

     Untiring, the taxi driver, like most of the cab drivers in all of Latin America, continued:

     “You look here, my esteemed Sir! Pay attention and mark my words, ya hear? In these parts of this wide world, when it stops raining, we call that summer. And, of course, when it’s raining without stopping, day and night, that we call winter. So as it happens, there can be a series of summers, so very brief that only last a few days and some that are longer can last for way over a month. What follows, sonny boy of mine is that simply put, here in these more than tropical lands, we can have several summers in a year. How that? What they call spring and autumn, well now, only you guys know about that and live through it! Over here, when we’re in summer, the days are like this, bright and sunny, like today! A delight of a day, nice and warm and to sum it up one beautiful day! But sometimes, they just get out of hand. Then your baking in the sun, without a cloud to cover a man’s head. Those are scorching hot days, yessiree! But, when it starts to rain, oh my Beloved God, it all goes to pieces, and the winter turns this “Medallo City” of the so-called Eternal Spring into the now-called “Medallo City of the Eternal Rain”! Oh, Blessed Mother, I swear and if that ain’t the truth and nothing but…” asked point-blank:

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