Coffee! Coffee! Coffee!

Double mocha extra hot as served at Cafe Gourmet in La Paz
Coffee, Coffee, Coffee
“ It’s all about the ambience for your mother…” my beloved explained to Miss Meliss when she suggested he buy me an in-home espresso machine and stop complaining about the cost of my coffee, habit…er… addiction.

What he meant was that I needed to be in a funky, trendy or even cozy café. The hiss and whine of the milk being steamed, the good music, the chatter, all added to the coffee experience for me, and still does.
“And, besides”, he said, “I would have to be the one to clean the machine…”
Notice there is a coffee maker and an espresso machine in this picture:

Tower of mini red cups, and some hand towels, a gift from a friend, she saw them and thought of me!

Over the years in the old country, my beloved would brew my coffee and ask “Which cups?” And this was a good question. Depending on the time of day, the season,( yes we have Christmas cups and mugs) and my mood, which cup my coffee was served in was important. And then there was the napkin, no plain, white, grocery store cheapies for me. No! Never! I love table linens and I also collect colorful paper goods. And my friends here in Mexico always bring me packages of pretty napkins as a gift when they travel.

My retro coffee set. This is the one we use the most while watching TV.

Here in Mexico, somehow, I have become the barrista.
”Sweetheart”, I say, “I am making coffee, do you want some?” Looong, contemplative silence. “Dearest, this is just a cup of coffee, not a life-long commitment!” His answer can be “Ok, just a little.” Or a rare definitive “Yes please.” And often, “No, not tonight.”
Four black mugs came with their own chalk for writing messages!

No matter his answer, I bring him, the appropriate cup for the time of day, with the proper napkin. And even after saying “No, thanks.” He drinks up. On many occasion after he has said no, I will be demurely sipping my coffee and reading or watching TV with him. I will put the cup down. Turn a page, and reach for my cup only to find it gone. It is in the hands of my beloved, he is sipping from my cup. This, after saying: “No thanks, no coffee for me!” So I have learned to bring him a cup.

Kaffe, Cafe, Coffee, no matter how you say it or spell it I love it!

We have “geographical“ mugs that are decorated with maps of the world and the various ways coffee is spelled in other languages. These are my favorite morning-slug mugs. I need a full, hot strong mug in the morning.
Coffee and Geography in the morning

Then there are the black mugs with a chalkboard finish, that came with chalk, and we can write sweet nothings on. And the tower of small red cups with tiny saucers. The retro white cups with rectangular saucers, and the “good” ones that go with our dinner service.

Is that coffee I smell brewing?

Happy St. Patrick’s Day from La Paz Baja California Sur

Coco pondering today's menu: Green Kibble, or Tequila soaked chew sticks.
Chihuahuas are beloved dogs of Mexico and were sacred to the Maya.
Coco-Nut Ibraham Fogel our latest and darling Chihuahua has graciously posed for some photos to send you greetings of the day.
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He is a dapper, curious and loving little guy. And just the perfect dog for us. He must be part Irish because he chose the green collar and bandana that he wears everyday! He helped to heal the holes in our hearts made by the passing of Abigail Maria Sanchez our first Chihuahua that graced our lives for 15 years. And Ms. Jennifer Lopez de Fogel, a stray who stayed with us for the last year of her life.
So when Coco-Nut came to us from the shelter, all leggy and bony, the first thing he did was lick my face.
And now his antics are a delight. He has filled out, and taken over. And he is the soothing balm for our grief-heavy souls as we suffer along with our darling Thomas.
Have a wonderful day today.
I hope you have a cat or dog to lick your face, and snuggle with when you are sad, or happy.

Afraid to Travel to Mexico? A Video Tells You the Truth.

“What? You are moving to Mexico? Aren’t you scared?”

These were the words of frinds and family when we sold our house, had the mother of garage sales and left for points south of the border.
Befroe we left San Jose, Ca in 2000, there had been, in our upscale, vintage neighborhood, two murders. There were break ins and car thefts. There were also community picnics, and the annual San Jose Mercury News 10K run came down our street.
It was a wonderful place to lice with frinedly neighbors, cafes, and restaurants.
No one warned us about living in a dangerous place.

Yes, there is drug violence in Mexico. And most of it is fighting among the cartels, much like the Prohibition days of the 1920s.
If you are a tourist in any city in the world there are seedy places that you are warned to steer clear of.
Back in the 90’s , before they were married, my son-in-law came from South Dakota to meet my daughter. They went together to San Francisco. He was mugged.
No one at the South Dakota Secretary of State’s office put out a warning to it’s citizens not to go to San Francisco.
18 million Americans traveled to Mexico last year. did you hear about anything bad happening to them?

Where is the proof of all of this supposed crime, that cause sthe US Department of State to waen people away from an entire country. A country that welocmes tourists and has the most beautiful beaches in the world?
Where is the proof that you will be, shot or kidnapped while soaking up the sun on a white sand beach?
Watch this video and look at a map, and see where the drug related crime is and where you will most likley be visiting.

Writing Love Letters in the Sand

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Little boys of barely 8 years old should be in school. They should be playing with friends, riding their bikes or scooters, going to scout meetings.
They should not be in a hospital bed far from home at the end of a valiant battle with cancer.
My darling grandson Thomas has been fighting the fight since August. And is surrounded by his parents, his brother and his other grandparents at the MD Anderson Cancer Center in Houston. They live in California.