When I woke up this morning and made myself a huge cup of coffee, my mood was already fantastic.
The sun shone and created sparkling reflections on the surface of the dark and steamy beverage.
Then I tripped and spilled a huge load (in a not sexually way) of my beloved coffee.
After that I cried for about 5 minutes. Just kidding….. I cried for an hour.
Okay, I didn’t cry and I didn’t spill my coffee. I just wanted a nice starter, for my boring coffee story.
I simply love this dark beverage but I actually never drank much of it for a long time. A few years ago, when I was smaller… well, I was always small, so let’s say, when I was younger, I regularly drank one or two cups in a month. Not much, huh?! Well, this was before I visited the USA, back in 2013. For more information about that, read my post about my LA/California vacation, if you like (I know that you want to read it).
Since then I probably drank enough coffee, to fill an Olympic qualification standard swimming pool.
I think it has to do with me, being nostalgic about that visit, plus I really started to love the taste of coffee. By the way, I really mean that I LOVE the taste of coffee. My Brother and I would always buy a morning coffee or sometimes a different beverage from the Starbucks that sits next to Albertsons in Calabasas. It became a routine, but I really liked it. Before that visit, I only liked to drink coffee from time to time, like I said a few sentences before.
Since then, I drank my coffee in various coffee shops (including the only Starbucks in northern Germany).
For me it is weird that there is only one Starbucks, in northern Germany (in Kiel, to be precise) and then you’ll only find a whole bunch of them in Hamburg again.
Anyways, coffee and its various forms are my warm/hot beverage of choice, followed by chai latte and I don’t want to miss them now.
Did I mention that I really like to drink my coffee, while I write and paint…. like almost any other person, who does the same? Mind = blown (loud BOOM sound).
The next blog posts will be about book stuff, music, my tattoo designs and my acrylic paintings 😉
Whatever, this was my own little story about how I started to love coffee at the “late” age of 27 years XD
Thanks for reading and as always, I’ll see you in the next post or daily on Twitter \m/^^\m/