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!
I love light in the morning. Sometimes I just sit and follow the shadows, the ones on Tomasz’s face as well. And then I have to leave our apartment.
Man does not realize nostalgia for the favorite things, until he gets them back. South America gave me so much that it eclipsed my love for coffee. Add to it place with a good atmosphere, Tomasz + a board game and I’m happy to be back.
Człowiek nie zdaje sobie sprawy z tego za czym tęskni, do momentu, gdy to znów dostanie. Napływ impulsów zaćmił moją miłość do kawy. Dołóż do niej klimatyczne miejsce, Tomasza + chińczyka (gre planszową) i Marta cieszy się z powrotu do domu.