Coffee love


I have a special relationship with coffee. It’s all started years ago when I moved to Sydney. I used to drink an ugly liquid only called coffee but in Australia I’ve tried my first flat white. It was delicious and had this lovely pattern on top. I fell in love with it and with years this love went much further.

Whenever I travel somewhere for longer, I try to find a good coffee place. I had like 12 coffees in Sydney already and it’s not even been a week since I am here (I’m seriously trying not to confuse coffee with water). But there is one place where I buy my coffee each morning and I am enjoying it like crazy. The day will come when barista remembers my name and then it will be a pure happiness. Cheers!