Let’s talk coffee.
Upon meeting me and spending any amount of time with me, one will soon discover my love for coffee. It’s really more of an addiction but that’s ok because the first step to recovery is admitting I have a problem but…
Like it’s real, my love for coffee.
It’s a romance, really. Each morning as I pour my dark, smooth, warm cup of coffee, I get all warm and fuzzy inside. My senses are activated and I’m pumped to enjoy the moment with just my coffee and me, and Jesus, of course, because coffee and Jesus.
I digress.
In Spain whilst on the Camino I got into a ritual of stopping by a cafe mid hike and ordering cafe con leche. Now, I know what you may be thinking,
Hadassah ordered coffee with milk and sugar?? Has she gone mad??
I thought the same exact thing about myself. (That was a confusing sentence to write.)
I’m a tried and true strong black coffee drinker but you know what they say, “when in Spain…”
So I went for it and ordered cafe con leche and my world has been literally turned upside down.
Side note:it makes it so much more of an experience ordering a chocolate croissant alongside. Wow!
And from this birthed a photo series, so, let’s take a trip down memory lane..
BONUS: a mug full of chocolate
Cafe con leche….because I knew you, I have been changed for good…
