I sometimes wish I was a coffee drinker. Mostly because it smells really good, and I like coffee cups. You know, the big ones with cool designs and handles. I don't understand why I don't drink it. My parents have a pretty strong habit going. Perhaps because it tastes disgusting.
Last month I found another reason to become a drinker. We went to an old coffee plantation in the mountains, Hacienda Buena Vista. It was so peaceful and beautiful. I wanted to donn a long white dress and feed chickens while sending the children off for firewood and to bring the cows down from the upper pasture. I think I could really enjoy the life of a coffee farmer. As long as I didn't have to drink coffee.


By the way, does anybody know how to finish the phrase at the top?
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Location:Ponce, Puerto Rico