Latte mi corazón

Needed a severe morning pick me up before work today - Sunny San Diego has unfortunately not been as Sunny as it usually is. I had been looking forward to this trip a lot - perfect weather San Diego and all that - and I am not going to say that the Universe has conspired to enforce some serious global warming this week in this part of the world just to mess with me because I was looking forward to this trip... but I think the Universe conspired to enforce some serious global warming like behavior this week in San Diego just to mess with me. Not that we're letting this slow us down - my sleeping fits do that enough already - but we went to get ourselves some cafecitos at this shop one of our participants owns in El Barrio. The shop's name? Latte mi corazón. Go ahead, groan if you'd like, but it's too cute to not give into it.

Latte mi corazón is actually set on someone's house  - the front/side part of their house. Which is a good thing to know ahead of time because we drove by it once before we realized that it wasn't just someone's front yard/terrace. I like the homey feel to it, for sure.

Walking in you find tables and seating area before going inside the actual cafe part. The walls, (like any self respecting coffee house) were lined with paintings and art for sale.

The other side was chock full of Mexican Caravelas. It looked better than it sounds, specially with the plexi-glass like walls.

Our Barista, David, helped us make a choice. I went for the Café de Olla, and Carolina went for the Meximocha. Café de Olla was freaking delish and it comes with canela and piloncito and for once I drank a coffee drink without adding mountains of sugar to it, and so I say, good one!

David's gaydar must've been on because he was soon talking to us about his boyfriend and about friends and sugar daddies and the San Diego Pride Parade and the New York City Pride Parade and what not. He was adorable and I wanted to take his picture but I did not want to freak him out, so I didn't. I'm also pretty sure he thought Caro and I were together/together, since he kept trying to tell us which Dyke places to visit and that "no one would bother us." We laughed at that.

We sat outside to enjoy our drinks plus some breakfast pastries, listening to Mecano and los Aterciopelados, and Shakira, and Carolina and I went over one of my favorite subjects, that subject being that Spanish music really doesn't work well in translation - and as she talked about explaining to her girlfriend J. what the words to the Mecano song "Aire" meant, I once again felt very lucky and glad that mi Cariño needs no translation.