Coffee - things I will still remember No2

Coffee again. I have not noticed how important it become tom me. I always liked to drink it. But most of the time it was instant with milk.
Since I have tested the real one - the question kept coming: "what I will do after the project. How do I survive?"

Than ... the answer ...

Once I was even invited by a private person who just shared a courtyard with the building I was photographing. The older lady asked me if I would like to have a cup of coffee with her. Tried to refuse. But than the question appeared : "You do not want to drink my coffee?" What would you answer? .... And I had home made coffee with a piece of cake.... When I mentioned that it is the same king of cake my grandma used to bake for me - I got 3 pieces more to have for later.

She cooked coffee in the spacial pot. 3 piece thing. Watched carefully. And the very first purchase back home - was this small coffee machine - for three caps espresso.

Coffee - things I will still remember.

Back home - but Italy is still in my head and habits.


I was surprised how coffee is important in the culture which was kind of remote. The first question I was always asked - "would like to have a cup of coffee". It used to happen to me in those big organizations like PRADA or Enel. Do not even think to say - "no, thank you". It was my very first answer - but later learned to say "yes, thank you" and calculate the time for coffee in the working time.
Cup of coffee, short chat - and than work.

The coffee shops were my place of break in the trip and place of short rest. They were also places of information. When I got lost I could find myself there.

The morning coffee with corneto - it become my habit. Than in the afternoon another cup of coffee.

In south of Italy I never asked for water. It was always forwarded with the black, thick and hot drink. The question could be still or sparkling.
Moving north water was less obvious and the question if I would mean american coffee was asked more often.

The one thing was nice though. When I stayed longer in one place I used to choose a coffee shop I was coming to every day. The second day the owner already knew what kind of coffee I drink and once I appeared he used to ask jus kind of confirmation question. I wished I had such place in Warsaw.

It is not the end ...

I was asked today - why I am silent and do not continue writing.

I thought that with the trip finished the blog is completed and finished.
But memories are coming and I have to say - miss Italy. Miss the life of traveling and photographing.
When I was coming back I brought some Italy with me. Ravioli, salami, cheese. The food is almost finished but it helped me in the transition process.
I have small Italy in my neighbourhood - Italians opened a pizzeria. :-) Have you ever had a pizza without tomato souse? This is what they have too.

I think I will keep writing for some time and we will see what comes next. :-)