I heard “coffee”, so I felt thirsty

I started the day listening to the story of how my mom didn’t become a coffee addict, unlike her grandmother. I hadn’t planned anything for today, my day off from work, but after hearing the word coffee, I immediately felt the urge to go downtown for an espresso.

The morning began with plenty of sunshine, but some clouds appeared suddenly. I stepped out confident, expecting shade, but the clouds were so clear that the humidity felt even more intense than the sun’s rays directly hitting the skin.

Still, I kept walking. I already had in mind a café I’d been wanting to try for a while, but first, I stopped by a bookstore. There weren’t many titles, yet I found two books that will help ease the monotony of these days.

And thank goodness I bought them. After so much walking, I discovered that the café wasn’t serving coffee. Contradictory? A little, yes. It’s strange for a café not to sell coffee, offering other things instead. But it’s also understandable.There was no electricity, and coffee machines consume a lot of energy.

So the backup power they had wasn’t enough to run those machines. I felt like staying, but my wallet couldn’t handle anything other than an espresso. So I headed home with my new literary acquisitions.

Was the outing worth it? Absolutely. I stretched my legs, escaped the swarm of mosquitoes that is my house and neighborhood, and, as I said, I now have new books to exercise my neurons and keep me from losing my mind amid so many blackouts and hardships. Tomorrow I have to work, but I’ll still try to stop by that blessed café to finally give it a try.

_{English isn't my native language. Text translated with DeepL.com}