Giving up Coffee for lent--Never again

As a proud Bolivian person, coffee is something I grew up loving, tasting, feeling and eventually living for it.
Sounds like I'm exaggerating, but no I am not.
We get our Coffee beans imported mainly from Brazil, Colombia, and sometimes Cuba. (Beautiful Countries by the way) and also from a remote place in a hidden corner of La Paz called "Los Yungas"
Los Yungas it the only place in Bolivia where you will find, African Bolivians, I personally never had the privilege to visit that place because of its remote location, and dangerous path to get there.It is known to be the most dangerous road in the whole world!!
 But I hear it is magical and beautiful, the weather is warm and the children play at the rhythm of the drums. Indeed, the danger would be worth it.
Going back to my love for Coffee, I remember when I had my very first sip--yes I do, I was at least 3 years old sort of wobbling myself through the sunny room, where my Babushka, my Mama, and Tetya would sit and relax under the glass ceiling in the third floor of our house to catch a little bit of sunlight. Babushka has a Victorian coffee machine from Brazil, its aspect it quite peculiar and has a strange noise when grinding the beans. The bronze made it look royal, maybe it is..

Grandma