Maybe it’s the summer I spent in Florence watching olive-skinned baristas pour sepia hearts in my coffee, or the way the sea of tiny bubbles kiss my lips with each sip, but few things in life comfort me more than the cloud of frothy milk that tops a latte. When I was in Italy, I was a bit timid about speaking Italian. But, after a few mornings of ordering ‘un caffe latte con zucchero un banco,’ I slowly gained confidence in speaking to the locals. Even more so, I realized the beauty of taking time to pause and enjoy what was in front of me. Soon, I found myself sneaking away from friends to relax and and savor each sip of my foamy cup of coffee. [Read more...]
Do you remember when you first fell in love? When you first experienced that head-to-toe giddiness that seemed to make your brain go into overdrive, replaying blissful moments on loop until you thought your heart couldn’t beat any faster and your cheeks had no more room to stretch your smile?
I fell in love in October of my senior year of college. I sat on a bench overlooking a dam, drinking Starbucks and reading Ezra Pound’s poetry with a handsome blonde man. I told my creative writing class it was the way the autumn sun dusted the already orange dappled tree tops with an amber glow. I told the man it was his beard. In truth, it was the coffee… [Read more...]