Juan Valdez is like the Starbucks of Bogota, Colombia. Although there is a lack of sophistication on how coffee is brewed, the permanence that one can be found at every corner makes it convenient. If you want coffee to just look down the street, up the street or around the street you are compelled to find one.
I usually walk quickly through Bogota’s impending streets. I am a vigilant woman on a mission. I will walk till I am out of breath and my heart rate rises just to keep me athletic and mercurial.
Walking to art class I had to cross “La Novena” which is like crossing a freeway, so you run to advance to the other side in one piece. Walking to catch the bus on the “Septima” that will cram people in like cattle and will jerk you back and forth as if a rag doll while still feeling poised. So when I see a Juan Valdez, I will stop in to say hello and invigorate myself.
Does the way you walk say something about you? With my physical therapy background, I accustomed to use the word gait. Since I studied normal gait, and abnormal gait, I am able to detect where the deficits are and where they are compensated. But does it say anything about their personality???
My gait has a long step length and a fast cadence. Sometimes I will find myself 5 feet ahead of the person I am walking with. I will occasionally swerve from side to side subtlety or bump/run into things.
Walking fast is comfortable for me, a slower pace is a struggle for me. I am used to walking alone to most places so I subconsciously set the pace. My gait seems to be direct, there is no beating around the bush, having tunnel vision, focused on my destination. Perhaps I am an intense walker or a passionate walker? I do tend to drift towards the front of the group and start to lead when sometimes I don’t even know where I am going. Maybe I should let someone else take the lead for a change.
So what slows this vigilant coffee drinker on a mission??… I think one of the answers is Juan Valdez, seeing a man on a donkey with a big bag of coffee beans would cause me to stop wouldn’t you?
But really I could be walking 20 miles per hour and I see a Café and I stop, and decide should I get something on the way? And how can I say No…. Possibly a composed sincere beau would inspire me to stop when he says Hi. My eyes are usually focused on my destination, and usually I will not deviate from that unless commanded to. Perhaps it could be the fear of being vulnerable to other things around me… But coffee touches my heart, therefore I stop. So if that presumptuous beau is also able to catch up to my speed and touch my heart, then I would stop and let him lead the way. As of now every Juan Valdez cafe will cause me to stop my quest…. Juan Valdez is my pit stop as I walk briskly through the streets of Bogota, Colombia.