I actually love coffee that much that at night before I go to bed I get this very weird feeling of happiness just because morning is 6 or 7 hours away and I'll be sipping a delicious, humungous cup of coffee as soon as I put a foot on the floor, well the first one of the day, not the only one. How can I explain my love for coffee? I can't, it is big, it is an addiction, a delicious addiction I'm not planning to leave any time soon. Coffee to me is also a ritual, the preparation, the smell, the pouring, the slowly drinking while reading a good magazine, the paper or just looking through the window wishing for a great day. The second or third cup of coffee have a different meaning to me. They are more about flavor and cravings, afternoon cravings for instance like dunking a delish cookie in my coffee or a fresh, just made piece of pound cake. I could live on a diet with just coffee and chocolate, OH CHOCOLATE, that's another post.
Enjoy these article and amazing pictures of the 10 most beautiful Cafes around the world.
