In the lands of the coffee, from the book, Searching for treasures
Taxco de Alarcón, Guerrero, Mexico
“That’s just about right, and walking, it’s even a bit further. The Bandeja you ate, or better said that you weren’t capable of finishing up, can provide all the nourishment and strength necessary to do about a hard day’s work, to walk the roads, or to do the heavy chores at the farm. Today you turned out to be the man with the questions and come up with a full-scale inquiry to satisfy your curious mind. That’s fine by me, no worries, I can save you from yourself and that querying mind you carry. In my own way, I have an answer for each of your questions that should put your mind at ease, so keep calm and give me a chance.”
“There’s one thing bothering me, you know. Let’s start off by mentioning that today is a remarkably hot day. More than hot, it’s sweltering. Here in Marsella, you could say that the sun beats down on you, and that’s a fact! The thing is that we find ourselves at barely 1, 600 meters above the sea-level. Why, you could almost swear that we are on the coast, at that! Look here, if it’s alright with you and before a melt like if I were a chocolate ice-cream, let’s move out of the sun and find ourselves a fresh shade to sit down in. Then, I can tell you all about the Paisa Bandejas, where they come from, and why people eat them in these lands so removed and far away from Antioquia. I will explain about ourselves, the Paisas, and who we are. Don’t you worry, we will clear up all this mess concerning the so-called Antioquian colonization, what it is, and what it’s all about!”