Teresita Rosita has been drinking coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She is in the coffee triangle in the south of Colombia and when in the coffee triangle what else does one do, but drink coffee. Did I mention lots and lots and lots of coffee?
And not the coffee that people normally drink in Colombia, which while they definitely have the quantity, they haven't quite got the quality bit down just yet. They may grow the majority of the worlds coffee, but all the good stuff gets sent away, leaving the Colombian population to make do with the leftovers.
Actually mentioning quantity... Teresita Rosita has been indulging in more coffee than her little body is normally used to since she arrived in Colombia. But it's not her fault at all! It's because there's people everywhere selling the stuff. She walks down the street and there is five different people with little carts selling "tinto" - very sweet, but not very strong black coffee in shot sized plastic cups. And if not in the streets, nearly every hostel Teresita Rosita has stayed in has had free, yes, free coffee 24 hours a day.
Sleep anyone!?
But saying that, it hasn't really been the most amazing coffee Teresita Rosita has had in her life. Until now that is...
In Salento, the sleepy town that Teresita Rosita has called home the past week, there is real coffee. Espresso. Latte. Well, yeah, those two, but it's still more variety there she has seen in a long time. And what espresso it is.... thick, dark and strong and sweetened with this delicious stuff called Panela, which is like sugar cane but less refined, sort of like chunky molasses. So Teresita Rosita has got herself a bit of an addiction. It involves about three coffees before breakfast, another couple to pass the day in various cafes around town, and then if she's feeling up for it maybe a couple before dinner.
She has drunk coffee in art shops, cafes, pool halls, bars, farms, on streets, in buses, taxis, inside, al fresco, in the sun, in the rain...
Coffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecofffeecofffoeeoeoeoefnocheochecoehceeeeeeeer
Teresita Rosita even tried her hand at making it one day. No, not making it like putting a spoonful of Nescafe in a cup of tepid water! Sacrilege!!!!!
Teresita Rosita went to a coffee plantation, picked the beans herself, peeled them, roasted them, ground them, brewed them and drank them. And then drank some more. And then some more. And then her little heart started going patter patter patter patter, she starting talking really really really fast, and felt the urge to do much more activity than she had in a long time. Only the urge mind you...
Salento is such a relaxed, chilled out place that the doing of more activity than the casual daily stroll into town for more coffee is really a bit too much effort. Teresita Rosita may have all the energy in the world, but ain't nothing doing in this place.
So maybe she'll just have another coffee, read her book, and sit and watch the sun cross the sky above the brilliant green hills, grazing cows and flitting birds and beetles.
And not the coffee that people normally drink in Colombia, which while they definitely have the quantity, they haven't quite got the quality bit down just yet. They may grow the majority of the worlds coffee, but all the good stuff gets sent away, leaving the Colombian population to make do with the leftovers.
Actually mentioning quantity... Teresita Rosita has been indulging in more coffee than her little body is normally used to since she arrived in Colombia. But it's not her fault at all! It's because there's people everywhere selling the stuff. She walks down the street and there is five different people with little carts selling "tinto" - very sweet, but not very strong black coffee in shot sized plastic cups. And if not in the streets, nearly every hostel Teresita Rosita has stayed in has had free, yes, free coffee 24 hours a day.
Sleep anyone!?
But saying that, it hasn't really been the most amazing coffee Teresita Rosita has had in her life. Until now that is...
In Salento, the sleepy town that Teresita Rosita has called home the past week, there is real coffee. Espresso. Latte. Well, yeah, those two, but it's still more variety there she has seen in a long time. And what espresso it is.... thick, dark and strong and sweetened with this delicious stuff called Panela, which is like sugar cane but less refined, sort of like chunky molasses. So Teresita Rosita has got herself a bit of an addiction. It involves about three coffees before breakfast, another couple to pass the day in various cafes around town, and then if she's feeling up for it maybe a couple before dinner.
She has drunk coffee in art shops, cafes, pool halls, bars, farms, on streets, in buses, taxis, inside, al fresco, in the sun, in the rain...
Coffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecoffeecofffeecofffoeeoeoeoefnocheochecoehceeeeeeeer
Teresita Rosita even tried her hand at making it one day. No, not making it like putting a spoonful of Nescafe in a cup of tepid water! Sacrilege!!!!!
Teresita Rosita went to a coffee plantation, picked the beans herself, peeled them, roasted them, ground them, brewed them and drank them. And then drank some more. And then some more. And then her little heart started going patter patter patter patter, she starting talking really really really fast, and felt the urge to do much more activity than she had in a long time. Only the urge mind you...
Salento is such a relaxed, chilled out place that the doing of more activity than the casual daily stroll into town for more coffee is really a bit too much effort. Teresita Rosita may have all the energy in the world, but ain't nothing doing in this place.
So maybe she'll just have another coffee, read her book, and sit and watch the sun cross the sky above the brilliant green hills, grazing cows and flitting birds and beetles.
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