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

     Searching, all the way in the back, Jean Marie found a table, placed next to a balcony with an expansive and cheerful view of the Central Park below. Exhilarated by his findings, he picked that table for enjoying a well-deserved breakfast. While waiting for the service, he contemplated the idea of drawing a landscape of the unique view that the arrangement so generously offered him.
Almost immediately, a very kind woman approached the table. After welcoming and greeting her guest, she cheerfully asked:

     “My Dear Sir, what would you desire for breakfast? I may offer you a hearty beef-rib stew, most welcome on the mornings when one feels a bit hung-over. We also have a rehash with rice and beans, steak, or perhaps, a casserole with fried eggs, or scrambled eggs with tomatoes and onion.”

     The traveler promptly answered, “A hang-over. But that’s what happens when you stay up drinking to the late hours of the night. As for myself, last night, I went to bed early and have not had a drop to drink.”

     “Well, what a well-behaved gentleman. Good for you. In any case, what would you like for breakfast?”

     Well used-to light meals in the morning, he laughed at her remark and then ordered the scrambled eggs, that come with the corn-bread called arepa, butter and cheese, so typical of a Colombian breakfast and which he had learned to request as Perico eggs back in Medellin.

     “And of course, coffee. Black, please!”

     “Chocolate!”, the woman quickly answered, “grown near-by in a farm on the outskirts of Marsella.”

     “Yes, of course, thank you,” he replied half-heatedly, for deep inside, he had been waiting for his first cup of coffee in the Colombian coffee zone!

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