Sunday, June 25, 2017

I Just Simply Had Coffee...

I can barely move from the soreness, right now, maybe that's why I'm feeling a little introspective.

I could tell you how great our mountain trail run was this weekend, go on and on about how the views were amazing, how fun it was hanging out in a primitive cabin, etc. Trivial (in the grand scheme of things) stuff, but I won't.

My best experience happened this morning - breakfast.

Our entire group of about 20 had breakfast in a "restaurant" earlier today. I didn't eat because it was a bit early, and I usually just get by with coffee for breakfast. While everybody ordered breakfast, I simply had coffee.

This "restaurant" was in an amazing tiny tiny town named San Antonio de la Alazanas. In reality, it was a family's home. Their living room had about 7 tables where we sat. The front door was open. I mean wide open. The family's mom and dad took everybody's order. Once the orders were placed, I could see the lady making gorditas. I hadn't heard of the slapping of the dough/flour since my grandmother would make them for me. She was walking furiously back and forth multi tasking in the kitchen. The whole while, her husband was refilling our mugs with coffee making sure we were ok. At one point, we suspect he even left to go get more eggs for our group (we saw him walking back in with a bag a while later).

When I went to the restroom to wash my hands, I walked through the rest of their home to get to it. On my way there, I basically had a tour of their home. My only thought was on how everything, nowadays, seems to be about more more more, while they're content with less than what we have.

It's the little things that I take for granted. This family was, I'm guessing, very poor, but very happy. Probably barely making a living. Getting by until a group of people like us are doing the weekend warrior thing running and passing by and decide to stop for breakfast.

I drank my cafe de oya (coffee with cinnamon)...I just simply had coffee, and you know what? It was the best coffee I've EVER had.


  1. Now these are the memories that take me back to when I used to visit my family's rancho. I regret with all my heart that I can't take my husband (a white dude who's 6'5" tall and fears he's a Bad People Beacon) to *feel* the simplicity of life. It's a time portal I miss stepping through. "Traveling is the only thing you buy that makes you richer." We can add that delicious café de oya too.
    Thanks for sharing this, Coach!

    1. Glad you liked it. This was the biggest 'aha' moment for me. I left there envying their rich life.

  2. Wow Ben! You literally took me back to my childhood growing up in Mexico. The time when i actually enjoyed playing without worrying, eating a meal surrounded by my siblings and not being rushed. Enjoying the simple life! Places like those is where time simply stops! Thank you for sharing your experiences! 💚

  3. I love it! Will be visiting your blog often!

    1. Thanks. It was a very humbling experience.