If I am doomed to a life of foamy latte flowing through my veins, sign me up. I'm not sure if one can overdose on it, but I'm quite sure I'm pushing the daily limit. It's no use fighting it. And I know exactly who to blame. It's those damn adorable cafes.
'Damn' with love, of course. Cute. Quaint. Cozy. With character. I am constantly nostalgic for them even when I'm sitting in them. The beautifully visible ones on the main squares and streets are all fine. No doubt I could happily hide in one all day and continue to feed the addiction. But it's the magnetic pull of the small, unassuming, around-the-corner cafes that is so strong. These are my favorite.
There is something about hunkering down in a secret nook. A window seat. A corner. An oversized chair. A moody ambiance. A warm-hued lamp. A perfect playlist. A soothing, white noise of foreign language sound, timbre, and nuance. An allowance to disconnect. A feeling of aloneness and comfort all at once. Feeling invisible yet exceptionally observant. With hands wrapped around a steaming hot cup of delicious reassurance. Saying life is good.
Join me, will you? Which one speaks to you?