Friday, December 24, 2010
Monday, December 20, 2010
Tutto Voglio Per Natale (All I want for Christmas)
What if inanimate objects could have their way…what if inanimate objects could make wishes…what if all the cappuccino in Rome could make a Christmas list…
I am writing to you because I hear that you are the big man with the extra big heart, and there is a lot I want this year. I am cappuccino and I live in every caffe and bar in Rome. I have never written to you before. But there are some important things I would like to ask for this year.
2. A few designer spoons for people to stir us with would be nice—so that while our drinkers sip in style—they stir in style as well.
3. Clean steamers at each of the caffes so that we don’t smell when we are poured into the cup. We need to be so fresh—and so clean for our patrons.
4. Raw sugar that has no expiration date in the near future—so that we do not taste stale when the espresso portion of our serving has reached the tongue of our drinker.
5. And please—above all and most importantly, send us the ability to always be beautifully dressed—garnished with foam that invites our drinker in like a bubble bath—that makes our drinker want to float around on a blow up tube and sip us up from beneath them with a straw.
Please, Santa, just keep granting us the ability to be delicious—just keep us loved.
And no worries, we know the drill. We will leave biscotti and milk (steamed) on each of our tables! (And if you get tired from your long ride around the world, we will make sure to leave the espresso machines on…We know you need your energy—and that big heart should never stop beating!)
Cappuccini di Roma
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Museo di Cappuccino (Museum of Cappuccino)
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Sunday, December 5, 2010
Nostalgia
I wish that the inanimate objects in all the places I have visited in the past could talk, because I am interested to hear if they remember me, the same way that I remember them. I never wished this more, than I wished it today at the Bull Dog Inn, where I used to go every day during my Rome Semester in 2008: The same place where I used to study for my Rome Through the Ages tests, where I used to live my mornings at—where I used to take my every cappuccino.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
Il cucchiaio di magia che non era magico (The magic spoon that wasn't magical)
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Cappuccino Porta Via (To Go)
And so I stop, and I ponder, “What would make this moment even better?” “Oh my god. A cappuccino.” So I search. I walk around the square and see that nothing is open. I walk to the shop across from school, and they tell me that the cappuccino machine has been turned off for the night. I frown, and the barista’s face drops…gosh I love Italian expressions…he genuinely feels bad for me and says sorry a million times over. “It’s okay,” I say, “Niente”(no problem). I walk out of the coffee shop, slowly worried that I will not find my midnight cup of Joe. I tear up a little bit thinking about how much my moment in front of the Duomo would be intensified with just a cappuccino—it didn’t have to even be the best cappuccino in the world—it just had to be simple foamy covered shot of espresso.
And then from across the Piazza Del Repubblica. I saw a shop that was still open, and so I hurried along. Once inside, I crossed my fingers behind my back , approached the register and said “Forse…Prendo un cappuccino porta via per favore,” (Maybe… Can I take a cappuccino to go please?) The man behind the register pointed at the barista who was clearly polishing the Danish window. “Si si,” said the barista at the window, and he scurried behind the counter, a bit confused. A few moments later, I had my cappuccino in hand…and I was standing in front of the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. I was walking around it. I was admiring it. I was sipping my cappuccino. I was licking my lips which each gulp. I was living out one of the most monumental moments since I had been here. I was indulging in two wonderful things at once. I wasn’t in any rush, and I wasn’t thinking about anything else. I was truly enjoying the simple things in life--I was truly living.
Monday, November 22, 2010
"Dove Vai?" (Where are you going?)
“Dove Vai?” Roberto’s words echo in my head as I order a cappuccino at Caffe Giacosa—or anywhere that isn’t the Jolly Café, for that matter.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Un Momento Perfetto (A perfect moment)
“This is so good,” I whisper under my breath.
The coffee barista has just looked in my direction, unable to understand what I have said in English. I look up and smile, “Perfetto!” This time, understanding, she smiles and responds with a beautiful and natural “grazie.”
This was one of those moments…you know those moments...the ones where you realize that you aren’t dreaming about what is going on, one of those moments where you realize you are awake and everything around you is real, one of those moments where everything comes together perfectly.
I seem to have one of these moments each day here in Italy. I think it reminds me that I am not imagining all of this: I am really back in Tuscany—I am really living the life of pasta, and pizza, and cappuccino all over again, I am really HERE. Normally, I have these moments each night when I walk past the Duomo—an epic sight to see.
But today, today my moment has come earlier. It has come at a time when most of the world really is dreaming, when most of the world doesn’t care if I add sugar or not to my mug, when most of the world is missing out.
Today, my moment is with this cappuccino, this delightful blend of espresso and milk; this mix of mocha; this heartwarming cup of coffee.
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Una Posizione di Mattina (One Morning Stand)
"Drink me," My cappuccino says calmly. "Love me," my cappuccino adds.
It is teasing me. It knows how much I enjoy looking at it, going googly-eyed over it, and drinking it. But I don’t want it to go away just yet, because when the cup is empty, then that cappuccino is gone—then the best conversation of the day is already over.
While the foam upon my espresso cannot literally open up a mouth between bubbles to actually speak to me, somehow we talk back and forth every day, revealing our deepest feelings, and our biggest hopes. It tells me when it is too hot or cold and I tell it when I am satisfied or not.
That’s right, I am having a relationship with my cappuccino. And while each one serves as a “One Morning Stand,” I can always trust the friendly cup of Joe to listen, without interruption. Some days, I can even see the coffee smiling at me—or frowning, as if it knows exactly how I am feeling.
Today I have returned to the Jolly Café on the corner, to visit my love Roberto. This will be my fourth cappuccino at the Jolly Café. I enjoy coming here, because while Roberto knows no English, he seems to be the only one to truly understand the relationship that I have with my cappuccino each day. I no longer have to speak to Roberto, as he knows my order by heart. It is as if he and the ingredients were joking back and forth before I walked into the café. I think the milk is probably saying, “Go light on me today,” while the chocolate probably adds, “Treat her special today, give a little extra of me.”
Roberto watches me as a I stare at my cappuccino with bright eyes, then as I intake the heavenly smell of the chocolate on top, and then of course as I take the first sips. He then observes as I carefully remove my journal from my backpack and begin to write of my latest, wonderful cappuccino. He knows that this is a serious relationship that may never be broken apart. You see, it is a relationship where no hearts will get broken.
However, I often wonder what my cappuccino might say if it could use real words with me rather than imagined forms of facial expressions.
Would it tell me that it loved me back? Or would it tell me that it truly hated our time together, that I drink it too fast or too slow or that I cherish it too much?
I imagine it taking on the voice of the candle stick in Beauty and the Beast, singing to me songs of joy, romance, and happiness. But maybe it would take on the deep voice of Scar from the Lion King, and yell at me about how I drink it too much, and that if I keep drinking it each day, it will no longer bring me happiness, that it, filled with whole milk, will make me fat, and that it actually despises my every day brooding.
And then I wonder if it would speak in Italian or English, and if it would understand a word of what I said.
Would it laugh at my jokes and cry tears of espresso with my sadness?
I think if my cappuccino could talk, I might tell it all of it’s wonderful qualities, why I feel the way I feel about it and how I envision us together every single day for the rest of my future. I would explain how it comforts me with simplicity and how I love that it always offers me a hand to hold by reaching out to me through the side of a mug. Yes, I am having a deeply involved relationship with my cappuccino…and if it could talk, I would get down on one knee, and propose…Yes I think if I could—I would marry my cappuccino.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Una Pozzanghera di Cappuccino (A Puddle of Cappuccino)
Puddles, Puddles, Puddles, and More Puddles. Drip-Drop, Drip-Drop, Drip-Drop. Rain hits the ground like the sound of espresso splashing in the bottom of a new white mug.
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Con Tutto Il Mio Cuore (With all my heart)
Un Caffe Perfetto
Friday, November 5, 2010
Prendo un cappuccino con...
"It is merely the world that is chaotic, bringing changes to us all that nobody could have anticipated."-Eat Pray Love by Liz Gilbert