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

     While they prepared his breakfast, he got up and went out to the balcony to admire the striking view from his vantage point on the second floor. It appeared to be more of a picturesque scenery, he thought, as he appreciated all the exotic colors blending together in the houses below. The scene presented itself framed against the lively-green mountains in the background, clearly lined by the rows of coffee plants and dotted by the interlaced bamboo patches that spotted the country-side.

     It was most definitely a beautiful day! The blues skies clashed with the bright colors of the buildings surrounding the plaza. Jean Marie’s spirits were soaring as he impatiently waited for his breakfast to be ready. Yes, once his belly was full, he would wander through those streets and, by God!, find a place to enjoy that relished first cup of coffee.

     On his way to Marsella, the day before, Jean Marie had met Jon Jairo. He had gotten on to the small bus with a group of other people. They had all boarded the bus at a highway stop, a short time after leaving Pereira City. At the moment, Jean Marie was lost in his thoughts and didn’t notice when Jon Jairo sat down on the seat next to him, inside de blue and white mini-bus. A short while after, Jon Jairo said hello to him, and they struck up a conversation.

     “This guy is on to his years,” Jean Marie thought, “I wonder just how old he is.”

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