Good-byes are always sad.
I had to say good-bye to so many people in my life already. To friends back in Vienna, to friends from trips oversees or camps, friends you lose touch with when someone moves away…..
Maybe because there are so many people coming in and out of my life all the time, it didn’t hit me that much when I had to say goodbye to two american girls on Friday, whom captured my heart in the last two weeks. I am sad, I miss them, but I know I’ll be ok.
Maybe it’s also easier this time around, because I know, that they won’t leave my heart. Maybe it’s because I know from experiences that friendships like this can work, even though it is hard and hurts so often when this person is not around. And maybe it’s ok for me, because I don’t know anymore what it’s like to have a really good friend around. The closets friends I have are an 1 1/2 hours drive away, they other ones are in Vienna and in the States. I’d love to give them a call from time to time if we could hang out without making travel arrangements or thinking of the time difference.
I don’t have an answer or solution to this. In the meantime, I just try to make it work!
There was definitely a time when I was an coffee-addict. It was when I was writing my Master thesis. Coffee (and chocolate) kept me going, allowed me to have a break, or woke me up whenever I was sitting in a library or archive looking through very old documents. I drank a lot!
I love the smell of freshly brewed coffee, I love the sound of an espresso machine bubbling on the stove, I love the heavenly milk foam on a cappuccino, this very first sip of a fresh, hot coffee.
I am going through phases where I only order cappuccino, latte, black coffee etc…..What I order also expresses what mood I am in. You can tell that I am extremely tired if I drink an espresso with the hope that I’ll feel energized afterwards.
It also depends where I am which coffee I order. Whenever I am back in Vienna there are two places I always go for (different) coffee: A traditional old cafe, where I sip on my Melange (a shot of espresso with steamed milk, usually a bit stronger than a cappuccino) and read my book/magazine or chat to a friend, or I get a white moccacino (it’s like a mocha, just with white chocolate. During the summer they do an iced white moccacino and its to die for!!) to go at the Coffee Shop Company and walk through the city.
So far I am convinced that Esquires in Kilkenny serves the best cappuccino/latte! And until anyone else proves me wrong, I stand by that.