Italy – the coffee-utopia land

I come back to this country again and again (thanks God) and I become more and more attracted by its spirit, its wonderful cuisine, its majestic history and polite, friendly and emotional people, by the Vespas and the fashion, and last but not least by the coffee. I wake up in the morning “with the sunlight in my eyes” and I am already dreaming of this first sip of the magical espresso or cappuccino. “Un caffe, per favore!”, I say only a couple of minutes later and tasting this bitterly perfect beverage, I am asking myself how the hell people all around the world are reconciled with the awful coffee they have to drink, how are they not screaming every time someone offers them a cup of something called Americano instead of espresso, how are they always walking with mugs full of suspicious black liquid and they are not miserably crying and mourning over their pointless existence. “She is so snobby”, you would think now, but hell no, I am so not, I am just a coffee-holic, who believes that life is too short to drink an instant one, it is indeed too short, to put up with something less than the best. And what hurts me the most is the fact that the whole world is full of totally obnoxious alternatives of this magical drink. But instead of silently suffering, I prefer sitting in one of the magical cafes, right there in Rome or Venice, or Naples, or in a small town you don’t know, and I am drowning away the misery drinking a cup of this pure perfection, because I know I cannot have it forever, but I have it now, and I can truly enjoy it. Italy offers coffee in its most flawless form. Go there order un cappuccino and un cornetto and do nothing… the Italian way.

Amanda Abbey

Hi, I am law student and a mountain biker. I like the mountains because the silence there can make you think about everything in life and only up there you can fully and truly enjoy the beauty of the nature, its balance, uniqueness. You are alone and together with so many creatures in the same time. There is no civilization, no fast food, no Facebook, but real sensations, emotions, people. And as I love the high speeds and I am a thrill seeker, I adore going up there with my mountain bike. I met wonderful people who turned out to be my best friends. This hobby is my temporary escape from the reality. Back in the everydayness in this blog I write about all my experience, so have a nice time reading.