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FOR ME, COFFEE

Coffee doesn’t begin in a cup. It begins in memory — at 5 a.m., as the kettle bubbled and my grandmother fried plantain slices for breakfast. The sizzle of oil, the aroma spreading through the air… everything blended naturally with my grandfather’s old radio, firing off the morning news and letting everyone in the house […]

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THE DAY I DISCOVERED WHAT TO DO IN BOGOTA

We were on that street; following our guide; everyone was amazed by the beauty and the color of the umbrellas that adorned the sky; none of them had noticed the two native people who welcomed us to that place; those faces that were full of stories, that without a doubt gave us a clear sign […]

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