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...]