My Coffee Gait…

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Colombia

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.

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Many Juan Valdez Cafes in the city

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.

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Streets of Bogota

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Un Latté y un almojabana

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. 

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Fast walker

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?

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My treat

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. 

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Exploring: Pampering yourself..

I think In order to keep Cafesita sane, pampering herself with a manicure and a cappuccino you can’t wrong.  Along with that first cup of coffee in the morning just about keeps the whole world sane.   If you are feeling down, go into a nail salon and you tell me how you feel after.  If you are stressed out go into a nail salon and tell me how you feel after.  If you just left work after a long day, go into a nail salon and tell me how you feel after.  Getting that manicure or pedicure for whatever valid reason will make you feel just a little bit special. I think its a girl thing….. ;)

Nail Lounge

Nail Lounge

Nail art is making its way around the city of Bogota, Colombia. I used to be a fan of nail art, I would do it myself. It would take me little over an hour to make a design on my finger nails. But I kind of toned it down a notch along the years. I guess it happens with age right? Or I guess I can say I have officially become lazy!!! Getting my nails done while working was not worth it cause I would have to wash my hands so much that my manicure would be desolated by the end of the week.   I know some of you say, well what about gel?  But again its lots of work to try to get it off (LAZY!!) and I just would rather stick to good ol’ nail polish.  You can call me old fashioned.   As far as my vanity goes while in Bogota, being lazy is ok, cause economically getting your nails and hair done is in my favor!

Cappuccino

Cappuccino

 So in my favorite part of town called Usaquen, there is a little nail salon called, Nail Lounge.  Super cute, with adorable white and pink furniture.  Since most nail shops were usually in hair salons, its goal was just to fix your nails not to get that spa like feeling.  But now so many Nail Salons have been becoming popular here, and making it more of a spa like experience. Now of course nail salons here have not mastered the equipment of huge massage chairs that have tubs for your feet to go in and free champagne like In LA. Or maybe there are some, I just have not discovered them yet.

Enjoying my nail art

Enjoying my nail art

 So I wanted to give Nail lounge a try  since they have been open for only 8 days.  For being my first time I was able to get 50% off my manicure.  I like to get my nails done, it always makes me feel pretty. Imagine that, nails makes a woman feel pretty! It truly does!  They offered me a drink, so I ordered a cappuccino, which makes me feel warm inside. So I guess now I feel warm and pretty!

If you don’t get manicures, just do something simple that bring a little bit of happiness into your life, even if its buying yourself your favorite ice cream.  Every little thing counts.  Now its your turn…..

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P.S. How do you feel after the nail salon?

The four hour Cumulonimbus

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Clouds over clouds

There are many things I love about the sky. First comes the Moon, then the clouds. Clouds inspire me to look up at the sky and find fluffy surprises. Clouds are my chameleons of the sky, changing color with the sun and changing shape with the wind.

Cumulonimbus is a species of cloud that have very dark grey or black flat bases. They typically generate thunderstorms, rain or showers and even hail. It can be an intense cloud, usually thick and traveling high into the sky. This inexorable cloud will take its path behaving naturally while possibly causing a ruckus around you. This same exact cloud was laboring its way through Bogota and caused a cessation to my path for a cappuccino.

After visiting my grandmother for a a little bit, I was going to get some coffee with some friends I  called for a cab at 1pm, there was no cars available, and it is too dangerous to catch a cab out in the street.  I called in for a cab every half hour and I had no luck. “No habia carro desponible”, that was the message I kept receiving.
This cumulonimbus cloud didn’t allow me to get a cab till 5pm after the rain had diminished. I had that cab take me straight to Illy’s cafe at Unicentro.

A cloud in my cup

A cloud in my cup

Cumulonimbus clouds will eventually have a finale, as it travels over you.  While waiting and waiting for these clouds to go away, I was feeling anxious almost desperate waiting for the moment I order a cappuccino. Although it was nice to spend time with my grandmother, I wanted the rain to stop now.  I know it could have been worse by standing out in the rain and getting soaking wet.   I did have warm shelter while waiting for the cab, but I still felt slightly trapped.

After the first sip of my cappuccino from Illy’s cafe, it was an instant relief, instant relaxation, instant satisfaction. I just went from the 4 hour cumulonimbus cloud straight to a foamy cloud in my cappuccino that was devoured in 15 minutes.  Those 15 minutes of satisfaction made that cumulonimbus cloud not so bad after all…..

Always know the huge cumulonimbus cloud will not stay over you, it will keeping taking its path in life and there is usually a hot cappuccino waiting for you in the end.

 

Happy Easter

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I hope all my coffee lovers have a beautiful and blessed day with friends and family this Easter. I do have faith on what lies ahead and I shall start this day with my favorite Bread! Pan de queso!

This bread makes me happy. Ahora donde está la mantequilla?? (Where is the butter??)
God Bless.

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From customs to a sip of coffee…

While traveling internationally and going through customs, it is always a little awkward.  Feels as if you are being watched and anyone may be a possible suspect.  I decided to bring my paints in my carry-on bag and of course why didn’t I think that my little paints can possibly look suspicious under the X-Ray.  So of course I get asked to be taken aside to be searched. The officer asked to stand back as he opens my bag, and he sees my paints.  The officer asks me, “Do you take art?” I said, “No I just like to play with art”.  The security officer keeps looking through my bag and says, “oh is this coffee? It smells really good.” (yes I did bring my own bag of coffee, plus it does make my bag smell nicely).  I told the officer “yes its coffee from Pasadena from a place called Jones”.  He wanted to know where he can find Jones coffee, so I gave him the street.  Funny how the smell of coffee is generally pleasant worldwide, you remember the old Folgers commercials…. Don’t you think?  The officer had to ask his supervisor to make the ultimate decision.  The second officer came and looked at my paints and then looked at me…..Thankfully both officers let me and my paints to Bogota, Colombia.

Once I get passed the last bit of security in Bogota, I am finally free from all the profiling rules airports are supposed to follow. And my first step past the gates what do I see?
A cafe Oma stand. Its like my coffee angels knew what I wanted to see first.  Coffee!

Now excited that I can have a sip of coffee after a long flight I place it on the roof of the car. I put my suitcases in the trunk and get into the car. I then realized my hand seemed naked……MY COFFEE!! So the driver stop, and I hear a small “thump” on the roof of the car. I still feel like I can save this cup of coffee, so I open the car door, and it spills all over my pants! All I can think was:

1.  There has to be at least one sip left, please.

2.  At least I wore black leggings.

3.  I love how it all made us laugh in the car that I am now wearing my coffee.

My results:  I was able to save 2 sips of coffee, no signs of coffee stains and now I was wearing the beautiful perfume called coffee. :)

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I am excited what is to come on this trip, exploring the world with one cup of coffee at a time.  Who would like to join me? I can think of someone who would be perfect to join me. ;)

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The First Kiss…

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When I venture out to a new coffee shop and order a latte, it’s like having a first kiss.
It can be like every other latte or it can enchant you.

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Some lattes can be bitter, acidic, or possibly made with great urgency, resulting the latte to be ordinary. Therefore, leaving no desire to daydream about the latte and go back for more.

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At Storyville in Seattle, Washington I approached my latte timidly, this first kiss captured my heart and left a warm feeling inside. The second it touched my lips it felt sweet, meaningful, left me speechless and I know it was made with love. The soft foam from my latte pressed on my lips after each sip was spellbinding.

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Storyville fascinated me. Now being in different cities, all I can think about is that first kiss, and I will always cherish it. I have been enchanted.
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