Ahhhh, my first stop in Italy. Finally I am here to experience where it all began and to see if everything they tell me about Italian coffee is true. I assure you, it is. I've tried not to go too crazy 'cause I still have weeks left to try it everywhere in Italy. However, my first espresso, sitting right in front of the Duomo, the most massive and intricately designed cathedral I've ever seen, was incredible. I was nervous the people around me may have been watching as I almost swallowed the cup once I was finished. Bellisimo!
On me second day, pretending that I was Italian, I decided that my breakfast would be a cappuccino, as real Italians do. "Buongiorno! Come Stai? Molto Bene, Grazie. Uno cappuccino, Grazie Mille" Ummmm HEAVEN. Didn't take a photo of this one ('cause then they would have known I wasn't Italian) but it was pretty, and smooth and perfect temperature and I suspect not even the best of the best in this country. I paid and left with a big grin on my face... "Ciao Ciao, Grazie"
After a stroll in the park and an hour or two long snooze in the sun. I decided it was time to test the Italians on their cold cofffe.... yeesh how stupid was I! This was by far the most delicious iced coffee I've ever had (shh don't tell the Greeks, I still love their cappuccino freddo). Sweet and strong and shaken on ice, served in a champagne glass while I sit in the sun. Honestly, I'm happy in la dolce vita!
