In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures
Historical Center, Tlaxcala City, Tlaxcala, Mexico
He began to walk across the plaza when, suddenly and apparently, out of nowhere, Jon Jairo appeared beside him.
“How was that little lunch of yours?” he asked with a broad grin.
“Little lunch?” Jean Marie answered laughingly. “I just love how here in Colombia, everything is thought of as small. In a little while, a little coffee, a small lunch! To be more precise, that was a huge lunch, a feast if you will! Now, don’t you agree that here people eat for a few days, or even for a week in one go? I barely managed to finish a small part of that Bandeja Paisa, a kids ration, and I am more than full with what I had. No, I’m sort of making time, a little while, before I can go get myself a nice cup of coffee. I have been anticipating it since noon. At the moment, as it turns out, I don’t have room for it!
“You see how life goes?” “Things never turn out the way we expect them to, my friend. One wants it to rain just a bit, and before you realize it, a storm is brewing, and it’s pouring outside! But if you think about it, you’ll find that things in life happen just as they should! In the long run, life takes care of all!”