About good coffee, nice people and things made with love.

I’ve always been attracted to the past. Not in traditions or society specially, but in how things were done. Objects, food, printing, clothes… Things had a story behind. Since machines didn’t exist, it was all handmade. They needed time, patience and effort.

This last week my mother-in-law stayed at home with me. She is an impressive woman, she’s tough, and very connected to nature. She is always seeking for authenticity on everything and I admire her in many ways.
We went to a cafe where she always goes when visiting, not so far from my home. It is not a fancy coffee shop. It has an old bar and old painted wood tables, green walls, fluorescent lightning and a gigantic old-fashioned logo on the wall with its name and a “since 1954” sign. Typical Spanish cafe but with an impressive variety of coffees.
What caught me about this place it was not the coffee though. There are many places with good coffee at the city. What caught me was the waitress. She made our coffee with so much patience and love. She put the perfect amount of coffee and did a cute leaf-shaped figure over the exquisitely made cream. Brought it to us with a smile on her face and told us the story of the coffee shop (not in an intrusive way, my mother-in-law asked) with passion and excitement.

I believe everything should be made with the same amount of enthusiasm as that woman talks about her coffee shop. I believe everything we make should be made with the same amount of love as she made my coffee.

Love is contagious.