There are some moments in life that makes it all worth it somehow. Those moments are scarce, they are short, but they do exist.
I had one of those moments a couple of nights ago when I was with my friend at her workplace. We had just finished dinner and were about to head to the coffee shop. But since she still had some things to finish, she suggested that I have an espresso while I waited. A Nespresso to be more exact.
You might not know this, but I love coffee. And I came to love it even more that night.
My friend offered me a selection of Nespresso with the catalog to choose which one suited me better. I went for a Ristretto, the one with the highest "intensity" she had available, and she placed the matching Nespresso longo cup in the beautifully carved machine, and when the coffee was ready, we waited till the foam seperated from the coffee and floated on top of it.
That was a beautiful cup of coffee. A truly amazing one. It looked great, smelled fantastic and tasted wonderful.
That cup of coffee had me dreaming of someday owning the same coffee machine with an even wider selection of Nespresso in my own home, a home I am yet to buy, I am even a long way from buying, but still, a home I would like to have one day. And you know what you will get if you visit me there... someday.
Today I had another one of those lovely moments. And it seems food and beverage are my number one source for such moments. Because the moment I had today had something to do with sugary watermelon crushing between my teeth. It was so good I couldn't believe I had to miss on this taste all winter. And I am a winter person. But it seems even the summer I hate conceals in itself some good things it keeps stashed to compete with my winter.
I know this must be disappointing, to feel the greatness of life in such petty things, but it is enough as long as I get to feel it, no matter through which means.
I am having another great moment right now actually. The old singer guy with his Tarboush is sitting across me singing old Arabic tunes that I love and people are tossing coins towards him. I like this guy. I like afternoons sitting outside at Sassine Square, sipping my bad coffee and listening to this old guy. I just love it. I wish I had some of my friends with me, or that special someone sipping bad coffee with me too, but I think it is nice enough as it is. Company would have made it a lot better, true, but sometimes loneliness isn't so bad after all.
