3/5/25–I woke up and said, “Thank you, Jesus, for another day.” Then, I checked my personal itinerary and noticed that my first Pilates class wasn’t until 11:30 AM. That meant one thing—I had to postpone my brunch a little later. Tragic.
To kill some time (and...
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3/5/25–I woke up and said, “Thank you, Jesus, for another day.” Then, I checked my personal itinerary and noticed that my first Pilates class wasn’t until 11:30 AM. That meant one thing—I had to postpone my brunch a little later. Tragic.
To kill some time (and justify the empanadas I was about to encounter), I jumped rope 100 times. Just as I was catching my breath, my husband showed up. “Can we go to a nice coffee shop just to sit there?” I asked, as if that wasn’t the whole point of coffee shops. After some Googling, I found a Cuban café nearby. Well, nearby by car. Walking? A solid 30-minute trek.
Anyway, we drove there and parked on a side street. My first mission: checking for outdoor seating. Success. As I walked in, the café welcomed me with its charming wooden tables, colorful pictures on the walls, and a display of empanadas practically shouting, “Eat me!” Oh, I wanted to—but Pilates on a full stomach? Not a great idea.
The place was small but cozy, with a mix of Cuban and Colombian treats. They had stovetop espresso makers in different sizes and colors (including a cute blue one), and they served Colombian coffee alongside Cuban classics. Arepas, buñuelos—you name it. I ordered my coffee, took a sip, and let out a satisfied sigh. This. This is exactly what I was looking for. And now here I come Pilates