The week before last, Spring Break, was mostly spent lounging on the warm sandy beaches of North Miami. Yes, it was glorious. Even though I was still in the United States, it felt at times as if I had traveled to a completely different country. This is because Miami is heavily populated with Cubans and other peoples with Latin American ancestry and almost every shop I walked into had five or more conversations held completely in Spanish.
Probably the most fantastic thing I found there was not the sandy beaches, or the seashells, or even the Keys West salad I discovered at the Publix by our hotel (a delicious combination of shrimp, imitation crab, bell peppers, tomatoes, and mozzarella): it was the Cuban coffee.
Let me tell you about this coffee - it’s not ordinary coffee. It’s the breath of life itself. I went with a total of five people (including myself) and we had to share two beds in a tiny hotel room. It goes without saying that we didn’t sleep comfortably, but we slept hard. 6 hours was the perfect amount to cram a restful night into what we needed to take on the next day.
But still, no matter how well I sleep I will need coffee in the morning. I’ve had to switch over to decaf due to health reasons, but after having a cuppa every morning for the past ten years (I started drinking it regularly when I was 12), it’s hard to give up.
So me and one of my friends would go on the hunt for coffee every morning when we first woke up. Within a block of our hotel was a Latin American Cafe, a Latin American Market, a Peruvian cafe, and down the street was a Publix, a Buenos Aires cafe, and countless other small cafes, bakeries, and restaurants. Each morning we went to a different place and got a shot of Cuban espresso ranging anywhere from 60-80 cents a shot.
A tiny shot of heaven - Cuban espresso. Yum!
Image: The Ground Bean
You might be thinking, “One shot? That’s it?” But trust me - one is all you need.
These little shots of Manna are brewed with with darkest Cuban roast along with two teaspoons of sugar to give a beverage that’s black as night and sweet as sin. Ever since I came back to Norman my heart and taste buds have cried out for something more than what starbucks can offer, but to no avail. I would try to make some myself, but I’d likely screw it up to the point where I’d never be able to have coffee again.
Unfortunately, our hotel had crappy Wi-Fi, so I couldn’t work on anything while we were there, which meant I had to scramble to do stuff on Sunday evening when we got back.
But I feel refreshed and ready to tackle the rest of the semester with vigor and drive! Yay for Spring Break, and YAY for almost graduation!
