I don’t drink a cup of coffee every single morning. Unlike many, I do not rely on that first 8 (or more) ounces to get my day started. However, there are few smells, tastes and traditions I enjoy more than chatting over a good cup of coffee. In anticipation of my move to Colombia in the summer of 2009, I spent time daydreaming about being a café regular at some adorable place with amazing coffee. While some misconceptions about Colombia were easy to get over – like the idea that I would magically get better at salsa while living in the “city of salsa”, the difficulty in finding truly good coffee here in Colombia is something I still can’t get over.