Mexican coffee ice cream
Coffee
I took a gap year between my freshman and sophomore years of college. Let's just say I needed a break to find myself. One day I found myself on a bus between Mexico City and Campeche, a town on the Yucatán peninsula, and I was sitting next to an elderly Mexican woman. She didn't speak a word of English and I didn't speak a word of Spanish, but early in the morning as we were approaching some town between those two places, she offered me a cup of coffee from her Thermos. <br /> <br />The coffee was milky and sweet, and it was fragrant. Think café con leche with a cinnamon stick and an orange peel, left in a Thermos for several hours and opened only when the gray of the morning was pouring through the windows of a long-haul bus.
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