This was writen when Brenda lee was away on summer of 2006
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88
He found him self in front of the well Known coffee shop, although he never went their before with out her, he ventured inside.Inside there were men, women teenagers that sat in very corner of the place sipping there hot or cold contraptions ever so slowly.Most of them really didn't come her for the coffee. On the left corner their sat a young man, western in his style of cloths, with his red T shirt and blue Jeans, hunched over his notebook, surfing the net with his wireless connection , His eyes thou did not pay much attention to the screen, he was steeling a peeks once in awhile at the two girls chatting over the next table.It is a palace to sit and talk to a friend, or just to relax checking out people that are coming and going. The Coffee shop is a favorite please for her, she really has a passion for excellent coffee, for him the black bean had made wonders for there relationship, It was a palace to get a cup and then wonder around striking any kind of conversation with her, because he know that he was not a great communicator.
The white paper cup was there hand's meeting place, the lid were there lips joined willingly and happily, Not only their taste buds were satisfies but there soul were content, happy and united. Wonder why they only order one grand cup? And not two smaller size cups?They order the grand to share it together , like they share almost everything else , 4 beautiful children , a nice house , 3 cars , And most of all 23 years of partnership, and their destiny .
Even the origins of coffee houses had something in common between them,
Coffee was originated in Arabia; the first coffeehouses were opened in Mecca and were called 'kaveh kanes'. They quickly spread throughout the Arab world and became successful places where chess was played, gossip was exchanged, and singing, dancing and music were enjoyed. They were luxuriously decorated and each had an individual character. Nothing quite like the coffeehouse had existed before, a place where society and business could be conducted in comfortable surroundings and where anyone could go, for the price of coffee. Coffey came to the states in the most fascinating and romantic story, It was in the 1720s. Gabriel Mathieu de Clieu was a French naval officer serving in Martinique who in 1720, went to Paris on leave. With assistance and no little personal charm he acquired a coffee tree which he took with him on the ship back. The plant was kept in a glass case on deck to keep it warm and prevent damage from salt water. The journey was eventful, or at least Mr. Mathieu de Clieu's journal of the voyage was. Pirates from Tunis threatened the ship, there was a violent storm and the plant had to be tied down.
Our hero faced an enemy on board who was jealous and tried to sabotage the plant. There was a violent struggle in which a branch was torn off, but the plant survived this horror.Then the ship was becalmed and drinking water was rationed. De Clieu had his
priorities right and gave most of his allowance of precious water to the coffee plant. It survived, as did he.Finally, the ship arrived in Martinique and the coffee tree was re-planted at Preebear, where it was surrounded by a thorn hedge and watched over by slaves. It grew, and multiplied, and by 1726 the first harvest was ready. It is recorded that by 1777, there were between 18 and 19 million coffee trees on Martinique, and the model for a new cash crop that could be grown in the New World was in place.
Even when they travel they looked for the logo of the long haired mermaid, they know that when they enter the place and the aroma tingles there senses, they inter inside a place of nostalgia It is palace to go to say I am sorry, with out actually saying it after a foolish unnecessary fight, a meeting point after being separated, or perhaps if coming from different locations .
"Can I help you sir"
The women behind the counter greeted him, with a smile.With out looking at the menu that was filled with different blends he orders her favorite."White chocolate mocha please with whipping cream"And before the women could ask,"Grandee" he proclaimed.
He paid and then she handed him the receipt, with his number.He grabbed it then read the number, it was" 88"At that moment he looked around him looking for something, he did not find it. He walked to the door, and before he got out, he left the a small white paper, with the number"88" on of the small tables,A moment later they called"
"White chocolate mocha, number 88" There it sat, a grandee white chocolate mocha. It was to be enjoyed by two souls. If one is not present then it was just a black hot liquid with a fancy name.
88
He found him self in front of the well Known coffee shop, although he never went their before with out her, he ventured inside.Inside there were men, women teenagers that sat in very corner of the place sipping there hot or cold contraptions ever so slowly.Most of them really didn't come her for the coffee. On the left corner their sat a young man, western in his style of cloths, with his red T shirt and blue Jeans, hunched over his notebook, surfing the net with his wireless connection , His eyes thou did not pay much attention to the screen, he was steeling a peeks once in awhile at the two girls chatting over the next table.It is a palace to sit and talk to a friend, or just to relax checking out people that are coming and going. The Coffee shop is a favorite please for her, she really has a passion for excellent coffee, for him the black bean had made wonders for there relationship, It was a palace to get a cup and then wonder around striking any kind of conversation with her, because he know that he was not a great communicator.
The white paper cup was there hand's meeting place, the lid were there lips joined willingly and happily, Not only their taste buds were satisfies but there soul were content, happy and united. Wonder why they only order one grand cup? And not two smaller size cups?They order the grand to share it together , like they share almost everything else , 4 beautiful children , a nice house , 3 cars , And most of all 23 years of partnership, and their destiny .
Even the origins of coffee houses had something in common between them,
Coffee was originated in Arabia; the first coffeehouses were opened in Mecca and were called 'kaveh kanes'. They quickly spread throughout the Arab world and became successful places where chess was played, gossip was exchanged, and singing, dancing and music were enjoyed. They were luxuriously decorated and each had an individual character. Nothing quite like the coffeehouse had existed before, a place where society and business could be conducted in comfortable surroundings and where anyone could go, for the price of coffee. Coffey came to the states in the most fascinating and romantic story, It was in the 1720s. Gabriel Mathieu de Clieu was a French naval officer serving in Martinique who in 1720, went to Paris on leave. With assistance and no little personal charm he acquired a coffee tree which he took with him on the ship back. The plant was kept in a glass case on deck to keep it warm and prevent damage from salt water. The journey was eventful, or at least Mr. Mathieu de Clieu's journal of the voyage was. Pirates from Tunis threatened the ship, there was a violent storm and the plant had to be tied down.
Our hero faced an enemy on board who was jealous and tried to sabotage the plant. There was a violent struggle in which a branch was torn off, but the plant survived this horror.Then the ship was becalmed and drinking water was rationed. De Clieu had his
priorities right and gave most of his allowance of precious water to the coffee plant. It survived, as did he.Finally, the ship arrived in Martinique and the coffee tree was re-planted at Preebear, where it was surrounded by a thorn hedge and watched over by slaves. It grew, and multiplied, and by 1726 the first harvest was ready. It is recorded that by 1777, there were between 18 and 19 million coffee trees on Martinique, and the model for a new cash crop that could be grown in the New World was in place.
Even when they travel they looked for the logo of the long haired mermaid, they know that when they enter the place and the aroma tingles there senses, they inter inside a place of nostalgia It is palace to go to say I am sorry, with out actually saying it after a foolish unnecessary fight, a meeting point after being separated, or perhaps if coming from different locations .
"Can I help you sir"
The women behind the counter greeted him, with a smile.With out looking at the menu that was filled with different blends he orders her favorite."White chocolate mocha please with whipping cream"And before the women could ask,"Grandee" he proclaimed.
He paid and then she handed him the receipt, with his number.He grabbed it then read the number, it was" 88"At that moment he looked around him looking for something, he did not find it. He walked to the door, and before he got out, he left the a small white paper, with the number"88" on of the small tables,A moment later they called"
"White chocolate mocha, number 88" There it sat, a grandee white chocolate mocha. It was to be enjoyed by two souls. If one is not present then it was just a black hot liquid with a fancy name.
