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It was one of those days in Los Cabos. Hot. The open air palapa allows the nearby ocean surf sounds to awaken me. I arise and enjoy each moment of the glorious gift...amanacer...singing my amamanacer/sunrise song. A sunrise dip in the ocean and rinse in the outdoor shower with ocean view. An early-morning desire for coffee and travel prompt a quick exit from the palapa. I power down the dirt road in a cloud of dust. Countless pebbles transmitting micro impacts from tires to cab. Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat. Buy pick up transitioning onto paved road with a happy smile. Oooooooo yeeeeeees... smooth pavement. The road passes through desert into lush oasis and back to desert. I soon near the end of the road... leaving only one choice... Left or right turn. Cows begin crossing the road to the left and I take that as it clear sign and head north. Melting into the day and the drive always seems to happen. The soft pastels and warm air in the desert soup and lull. Relaxing into it all... An old hand-painted sign with the word "coffee" on it, beckons me to pull over. Entering a little ram-shackled dining area with old plastic chairs and tables; many of them cracked and worn and appear that they might buckle. I sit down in a chair that appears it should support me. The dirt floor is immaculate. The atmosphere, as it so often is, is a sense of timelessness...as if time is standing still. I call it eternal time... all there is, is the moment. A tall slender woman dressed in what I'm referring to as "gypsy garb" floats towards my table...bright multi-colored clothing and head scarf.She moves like a dancer. Her eyes are as bright as the sun. Her head scarf and glow hide her age. "Buenos dias ,Senora." "Buenos dias senor." Silence. "Un cafe por favor." Cat like she moved toward a kitchen area, poured green coffee beans into an iron skillet in began roasting them. I observe from the timeless zone; scanning every detail around me. A hand turned coffee grinder converts the freshly roasted beans into grounds. Hot water is poured through a Mexican sock of grounds... all the while the smell of coffee fills the air. It all seems so surreal. A half an hour to prepare a cup of coffee. Not just a cup of coffee ...the ultimate cup of coffee. A cup of Love is placed on my table. I add my favorites... fresh goat's milk and miel de abeja. Sunshine fills me as I savour this gift...each sip enhances the inner glow. The Gypsy Senora slips away in silence. I have the whole place to myself...oooo how sweet it is. What a way to start the day.