Truly one of the great pleasures of Italy is the cafe life, especially with you. I recall your introducing everyone in our retreat group in Gaeta to the pleasures of the marocchino one afternoon when we’d stopped our walk for una chiacchierata. For the purposes of a sad comparison I’ll point out that to have a coffee at a cafe where I live in Connecticut I have to drive twenty minutes and pay three times what it costs in Italy.
Funny you should ask... As I got the notification of your incoming post, my first thought was... “should I make myself a coffee to enjoy whilst reading this? Hehehe. I read an article this morning that compares the ritual of having coffee at a bar or pasticceria to going for a meal at the restaurant and getting the same kind of gratification.
Truly one of the great pleasures of Italy is the cafe life, especially with you. I recall your introducing everyone in our retreat group in Gaeta to the pleasures of the marocchino one afternoon when we’d stopped our walk for una chiacchierata. For the purposes of a sad comparison I’ll point out that to have a coffee at a cafe where I live in Connecticut I have to drive twenty minutes and pay three times what it costs in Italy.
Funny you should ask... As I got the notification of your incoming post, my first thought was... “should I make myself a coffee to enjoy whilst reading this? Hehehe. I read an article this morning that compares the ritual of having coffee at a bar or pasticceria to going for a meal at the restaurant and getting the same kind of gratification.