The Best Coffee and a Cup of Coffee

As I set up in bed, it is around 9am. I take in my first full breath. When the lungs are filled and extended, I discharge the air that gets my blood streaming. I’m grateful I can inhale all alone. Sadly, not every person can say that.

I was at plane delay in Las Vegas Nevada one time. I think I was making a beeline for the east coast to see my family. I saw all over there were coin gambling machines causing a commotion with lights, ringers and cash evolving sounds. Yet, what interested was an all glass room with individuals coming in and going out.

I understood it was a smoking space for explorers that required their nicotine fix.

What perplexed me was the following ridiculous thing that came out…

There an elderly person emerging from the smoking room. Furthermore you got it…

She was pulling an oxygen tank behind her!!

Furthermore indeed, she smoked. Since I saw her with a cigarette in her mouth before she came out. You would figure individuals would stop after they need an oxygen tank to breath. However, No! Not this woman. I contemplated whether she at any point delighted in breathing clean air.

Thus, there I am breathing out my full lungs considering what is straightaway…

I know what’s straightaway… C.P. E.

A Cup of Coffee… Pee… Eye contacts.

That is correct you perused it accurately.

I stroll in to the kitchen and take out the best espresso Peet’s or the best espresso Starbucks espresso. Whichever, I have recently bought I make some espresso. Ordinarily, it is whatever the least expensive. Put some espresso beans in the processor and make that uproarious commotion. Meanwhile of extremely hot water from my new ground beans.

I try to avoid some espresso they call chilled espresso. Who gave an insane individual ice to place into the espresso?

There a wide range of the best espresso… Vietnamese espresso, Cuban espresso, African espresso, Columbian espresso, Italian dish, Sumatra cook, house mix, medium mix, coffee, entire bean, ground bean.

In any case… some espresso IS A L Good!

Each time I make some espresso (around 2-3 times/week) I recollect my outing to San Juan, Puerto Rico. Each time I visit a nearby café to buy some espresso I recall that fantasy trip we visited an espresso estate, Hacienda Monte Alto. We visited the bean fields and saw the best espresso bean buds. I smelled the spoiling husks of the beans that were stacked up outside. I saw and experienced the fieriness of the roaster. I even gotten a sack of simmered beans.

I was prepared to drink some espresso.

Behind the scenes I could hear my family banter on how much the best espresso to buy and when my auntie can send my folks more. My auntie lives there in San Juan few months out of the year. My beverages more that some espresso. My mother periodically states she needs probably the best espresso and mixes some espresso from the manor she visited.

I accept the best espresso sacks were coffee beans hong kong about $6.00 – $7.00/lb. contingent upon quality or grade of the espresso.

Then, I pee.

I need to deliver the liquids… not a single reason here. Totally, a pleasant strain discharge.


I can’t leave out my eye contacts. I need to place those darn things in my eyes. A little less than half of the time I wear glasses, yet those give me cerebral pains over an extensive stretch of use.

I hear the water bubbling. AHHH, just can hardly wait for some espresso that is warm. I can prohibit the inclinations of flower, citrus, dull gritty flavor as it hits my tongue.

Rather than some espresso, I put my nose close the pack and simply take in the smell of the beans and not make espresso. The smell is to the point of getting me moving.

I empty the hot water into my French Press and pause. As I would see it French press is the most effective way to drink some espresso of the best espresso you like. Indeed, I in all actuality do remain there more often than not and stand by. Three to four minutes goes by quick. Into my cup I pour some espresso I squeezed.

The mug is now hot from having quite recently bubbled water in it. It keeps some espresso cup from chilling off the hot espresso. Shrewd thought, huh?

I set up camp one time. I would rest under the stars close to the open air fire. Also indeed, more than once I would need to dismiss an ash from my camping bed. That is the explanation I don’t possess a costly pack. However, one morning the pit fire was near the gathering food tent.

I could hear individuals beginning to make breakfast and espresso. Indeed I could smell it. I figure I could nearly experience the glow from some espresso. Wow that espresso was solid.

Not a chance…

I lifted my eyes. Low and see!

There was a hot new solid sweet-smelling mug of espresso at my face. A caring individual had put some espresso crawls from my noses. I realize that was the best espresso awaken I might at any point get on a setting up camp excursion.