As we approached this stop
I felt sure we were approaching
a tall grey wall.
I was so relived to find my wall
was actually a watery grey lake.
My morning tea coffee.
I love a cold/iced coffee in summer.
Feeling a bit dry in Italy, I asked for an iced coffee.
What I was expecting and what I received
were poles apart.
My milky coffee with ice cream was
nowhere to be seen, replaced with
strong (to my palette) black coffee
with a few ice cubes added was
almost cool on a hot day.
Still, as they say, ‘…when in Rome…’
My beverage of choice, all year round.
I’m told it is not healthy, however, without nicotine
clogging my lungs or alcohol consumption
messing with my brain, I think a sip or three
of my favourite is okay once or twice a week.
I commenced my post with my
mid-morning beverage of choice.
I will finish my post with my breakfast beverage,
a good homebrew of tea leaves…in a pot.
Life has to be desperate for yours truly
to drink teabag tea.
In fact, many times I have choosen
coffee over teabag tea.