I don’t know what it is about coffee. I like to drink it, I like to write about it, I like to photograph it. Coffee has even found its way into my everyday attire by way of those inevitable spills when I’m walking too fast (which is usually.)
Anyway, since I arrived home from Europe a few weeks ago and am feeling particularly nostalgic for those café au laits, I thought this post would be appropriate. I present you: “Coffee Portraits.”
SKETCHING A STORY 
What no Irish Coffee?
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You and I seemed to have very different coffee experiences, though I suppose I was coming from Washington State, the US’s coffee capitol (we are nothing but snobs) so Wales where the coffee options are tea, coffee, or a “milky coffee” (latte). I went to Holland, and had a worse experience there, but then again, I was in Amsterdam touring the coffee shops, who ironically, didn’t need good coffee to get people in. I’m sure had I traveled a little more south, to more Romantic areas I might have had a different experience.
But here is to the coffee bean, and all the joy and love it brings 🙂
Hey, I also am originally from Seattle, and I clearly remember as a kid, before Starbucks had taken over the world, having my Dad tell me that we Seattlites are proud coffee drinkers and the coffee capital of the states. Still not really sure what that was based on though now after the Starbucks explosion I guess no one can argue.
You are certainly a coffee connossieur
Yum! I’d like to try them all but especially the ice coffee from Prague!! 🙂
It was delicious 🙂
Cute post-I can actually smell the coffee… I am going to go in my kitchen make some coffee now, with my old fashioned french press! 🙂
Your the bbest