Incredible how fast the days have swept by. Like the soft rains of April, sweet, refreshing and short, it has left a scent heavy with the sugary aftertaste of sweet friendship and a pungent fragrance of labored ventures. Before I could grasp it properly, this whisper of April has already vanished.
Staring at the ceiling of our bedroom, I was feeling restless, my mind going through the chores and tasks of the new day ahead. Sleep did not fancy coming back to me no matter how I tossed and turned. Not wanting to disturb the household I tiptoed into the kitchen to fix myself a strong cup of coffee.
When I moved to Europe 17 years ago, one of the first rituals I quickly adapted myself to, was the coffee-time culture. While much has been written and said about the European coffee culture, to get a real taste of it and feel its unique flair one has to experience it first hand.
