One day, when Tom and I were wandering through Nueva Helvecia, the former Swiss colony near our farm, we spied this promising-looking espresso machine. COFFEE! We were thrilled.
We went in and ordered a cup each. Of course, the coffee machine was just a tease, an antique simply adding a touch of class to a very basic storefront restaurant serving chivito and other typical Uruguayan fare. We had our sad little cup of bland Uruguayan coffee, sighed, and left.
But don’t feel too bad for me. Tom and I are spending a few days in Buenos Aires this week, and I am back to my twice-daily cafe habit.
I expect to have one hell of a headache when I get back to the farm, but it’s so worth it.
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