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

     Jon Jairo was dressed in blue jeans, wore short, brown boots and a white hat that had been through a lot of wear. He had been talking about the summer days in the coffee zone and how the sun was usually shining brightly during the mornings.

     “Normally, around these parts, the day starts off a bit hot, you know? Just a nice sun to warm up the bones! Sometimes, in the afternoon, if the day spoils we’ll get the rain, but only a bit of light rain, nothing to worry about. That’s good watering for the crops and to refresh the afternoon,” he had commented. In effect, outside, the sun was shining comfortably, and it could be considered a perfect day.

     Jean Marie had to smile as he listened to him. In his mind, he remembered a conversation with the taxi-driver from Medellin. Actually, it had been more like a monologue. He had talked about the Colombian summers and winters.

     “That person was very kind and funny in his way, but his accent was so difficult to understand. Besides, he spoke so fast. I wonder why it is that when people hear me talk to them in Spanish, they answer as if I had been born here and spoke the language as naturally as they do…,” he thought, recalling that conversation on the way to the bus terminal.

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