Caffeine commemorations

Oh, sweet caffeine. Right as I’m writing this, my cup of coffee is standing next to me. Almost empty, unfortunately. Though I always like a good cappuccino in the afternoon, I must say that today I needed it. Let me tell you one thing: waking up at 3:45 am every weekday is quite a thing to do.

Quite exhausting, to be precise. I remember that once I wrote a friend about what hell was for me. I wrote that it meant waking up at 4 am every day, eating cat food and doing useless things all day. Except for the cat food, I’m living that hell. I wake up so early to go cleaning, that’s my job for a month, but in fact dust always returns. But of this is hell, well, it could be worse. I didn’t know it would pay so well here…!

Luckily, we take coffee breaks while cleaning, which are the moments I look forward to just a little too much. They have good coffee there, I have to say. Twice every morning, I have my cup of caffeine, and that makes me happy. I’m not even sure whether it wakes me up or not, but at least it gives me a break and liquid. It doesn’t matter whether the caffeine wakes me up, or the action of drinking something, as long as it does something. Needless to ay I’ve come to appreciate a good cup of coffee. I’m no longer stating that it tastes like plants (which I did when I was about 6 years old).

I’ve only recently discovered that I do have some coffee moments that I will never forget. Not only all these coffees at work will be whirling around in my memory forever. Coffee moments can be very intertwined with a wide range of emotions. Who knew!? The coffees at work remind me of the fact that I’m actually able to get up and work at 3:45 am every day, which is a very comforting thought.

Equally as comforting was the coffee moment on my last travel in Poland. It was a part-time solo trip, which I enjoyed more than I could have foreseen. Unfortunately I shared a hostel with very young and very loud people (I would have gladly thrown them into a well). So on the second day, I was very tired and I decided to go have a coffee. I ended up in a brown sofa in a cosy cafe, with barely any people, very good coffee, and my Polish book. It felt good. I was walking around all alone, sat there on my own, and I liked it. This trip made me realize that I’m okay with going to a cafe on my own. That feeling is worth a lot.
Also: very good coffee for not that much money!

Somewhat more sad was the coffee moment the day before leaving Poland. I had high hopes that I could go for a long walk past all the most important places that day, but unfortunately it was drizzling and raining all day. After having packed almost everything, the apartment felt too sad and empty to stay, so I went to our nearby coffee bar and had a very good and big cappuccino. Sadness was inevitable, as the weather was gruesome and the apartment too empty, but having that big, good coffee there was surely a good decision. A decent goodbye where all others failed because of the rain.

Last week I finally finished my bachelor paper and turned it in on the hottest day of the week. I wore my very much adored long black dress, put the thing where it belonged (far, far away from me!) and went for a coffee. By accident I was served by someone I vaguely know, who started speaking Russian with me (how painfully hard that was for me…!) and paid my coffee. It baffled me in the best possible way. Some people are so kind, I love it. While I was drinking this coffee and reading a bad book, someone I adore quite much showed up and we spent a good (warm) afternoon together. The free coffee and pleasant talk in Russian was a good start for this all.

On a related coffee moment, when my parents visited me in Poland, we had a coffee in a place where you had to order at the bar. So I stood there translating from Dutch to Polish. Apparently this caught the attention of the barista, who started asking me how I knew Polish, what and where I was studying and so on. It was hard to understand him, because he was making our coffee with loud machines, but we talked nevertheless. When the coffee was ready and paid, he shook my hand and said: “It was nice meeting you.”
I think I needed more than an hour to grab myself together. How often do baristas tell you “it was nice meeting you?”. How often do they shake your hand? I was genuinely overwhelmed. My parents started planning our wedding immediately. I honestly don’t even remember whether the cappuccino was good or not, but I think it was. At least it was the most memorable barista ever.

Very subtly coffee fought its way into my life and managed to be a part of some memorable moments. Who knew that the drink that tastes like plants would become a source of inspiration for a blog post? (This goes both for the coffee and the blog, actually.) Above all these moments remind me of the fact that actually, I can do a lot more than I thought. I can travel alone, live abroad, get up at 3:45 am, it’s all possible. All you need is good quality coffee. Isn’t that wonderful?

Inspired by Top 5 Coffee Moments (with some tm thing that I cannot reproduce) by Nicholas Conley.

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  1. Wow – sounds like coffee is the true passport for citizens of the world! πŸ˜‰

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  2. I knew, I knew! After all, tea is a drink that tastes like plants too πŸ™‚
    Maybe it’s a mistake to associate coffee with rather negative experience. For me coffee means work in the morning and/or stress. Maybe if I started to drink coffee to celebrate pleasant moments… nah, I am too much of a tea person πŸ™‚

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    • Ohh tea is great too! I love minth tea. We used to have our own minth and make it with that – so good.
      If I can give some advice though, in that same coffee bar as mentioned in the post, I tried some red Chinese tea something, and it tasted like seaweed… Not recommended πŸ˜‰

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      • Thanks for the advice! (My chances of getting to a Polish coffee bar are pretty close to nonexistent, but one never knows, so thanks πŸ™‚ )
        I have a strong passion for green tea. Any time, any place, any occasion, anything is better with green tea.

      • Tea is underrated! Do a post about tea moments maybe? πŸ˜‰

      • Oh, great idea! It’s on my to-do-list πŸ™‚ (Which is about a kilometer and a half long :-/ )

      • Hey, at least you’ll never get bored! (Right?)

      • Nothing could be more true πŸ™‚

  3. Blogging about coffee?

    You are SO bourgeoisie.

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  4. There is a place in every day for good coffee and there is always a place for mint tea (real mint tea as you rightly point out) and for me, being English there is always a place for ‘black’ tea except of course,being English we drink our black tea white πŸ˜‰

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  5. Some excellent Coffee Moments in here, especially the ones with the memorable barista and that last one in Poland.

    And it IS an amazing thing to be able to get up at 3:45 AM every morning!

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  6. First of all – yaaaay – you got a job, congrats! That’s awesome! Even if it is for a month, extra money is always good!
    And oh yes, coffee is beautiful πŸ™‚

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  7. I have a friend who explained to me once that while Americans drink coffee, the English NEED tea like oxygen or water.
    I NEED coffee. Even if its bad coffee, it’s still good coffee if it’s 4 am.

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  8. Very inspiring post. For example, I am inspired to go have a coffee this very second! πŸ™‚

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