The formula for my happiness

This publication should have been published on his birthday, which was yesterday October 1st, but, I have spent days with deteriorated health and I could not get out of bed, much less write or fix my eyes, but, I have the obligation to write this publication and, more than an obligation, it is a commitment to this community and to all coffee lovers.

Today I have been able to get out of bed and I want to leave my publication to one of my favorite passions and the faithful friend that has helped me so much in this difficult walk through life.
Based on the above, here is my birthday gift to this millenary beverage and mysterious bean that causes us so much happiness.

International Coffee Day

Despite having been born thousands of years ago, its birthday is only celebrated since October 1, 2015, a group of people gathered to celebrate those of us in the world who enjoy this tasty beverage and those who are dedicated to the cultivation and production of this nutritious bean.

It does not matter if you live in large producing countries such as Colombia, Peru, Vietnam or in others that do not have those large volumes such as Cuba, Jamaica, Venezuela, what unites us is the love for Coffee and its culture; what calls us is that permanent desire to be next to it and what we clamor for is the eternal desire for it to exist.

The formula of happiness

I do not know what the formula for happiness is, but I am sure that it contains coffee. For this reason those of us who consume it are happy, in spite of the vicissitudes of life, and what we publish here is a way of paying homage to it.

As fate would have it, I almost ran out of coffee and had to get out of bed to look for it in the market. In another post I will tell you about the high prices, but, in spite of that I found one that I really like and I was able to buy it for my personal consumption and share it with my wife.

Many people ask me why I like coffee and this permanent desire to have it. In my answer I will try to explain why and, in this message I will also congratulate all coffee lovers and all those who make life in this community.

My taste for coffee

• Coffee is a family tradition. From my maternal grandmother I learned about its flavor, aroma and benefits. For this reason I pay permanent tribute to the memory of my grandmother in my coffee. As fate would have it, I must say that my mother did not drink coffee, but she taught me to prepare it when we did not have electric coffee makers and we made it in cloth strainers.
• It is my first drink. Every morning I feel the need to share my first hours with its aroma. Feeling it go down my throat and enjoying it one hundred percent has become a necessity.
• It has been my companion during many study sessions or preparations for long days of work.
• He shares every afternoon with me and my wife in this tradition of love and creation.
• On more than one occasion he has been the perfect sentimental companion or served as my celestine in a love relationship.
• Every day he shares a space with my co-workers and pushes us to improve our workday.
• He has been the main guest in each of the visits of family and friends to our home.
• He activates and motivates me when I am not in the mood and motivates me to move forward.

Sharing coffee with a loved one

Of all my life stories and the things I have as a habit coffee is part of it and it has changed my life. When I think of the people with whom I have this daily practice I think of the cups of coffee that my wife and I share every afternoon and the morning cups of coffee that I share with the workers that I manage.

With my workers we have turned this act into something familiar, many of the most innovative ideas to be more efficient have come from this daily practice, having this cup of coffee has turned us into a family and many of the activities that we carry out outside of the workday have come from here.

Coffee with my wife

This custom has become an act of love, I recognize that drinking coffee with my wife I have read her a poem and I have made her my girlfriend again. In this daily practice we have planned a trip for an anniversary, I have given her great news or revealed a work project.

It was in a tradition like that that we decided to move to where we live today and where we were able to found the dream, turned into a project and made reality that we have today.
Thanks to a cup of coffee I was able to strike up a conversation with her and that night on August 28, 1997 my life changed completely because I met the woman who is now my wife and the love of my life.

This tradition has made us closer friends and has solidified this love that on October 29th will be 26 years old. Thanks to this act that may seem so simple we feel the need for this moment to come to know how we are and how our day has gone because she is retired and when I go out I leave her sleeping so this afternoon cup of coffee is the daily conclusion of a love between two beings who love life and love coffee.

A final comment

I apologize if I have not been able to pay homage to this friend of ours who with only four letters tucks so many of us in, but it is difficult for me to string words together. I simply want to thank all the members of the community for having known us for this adventure called Hive. '

Finally and as a way to celebrate and celebrate the birthday I ask you to raise a tasty cup of coffee and toast to him and to the health of all of us.