Serious About Coffee

I used to be a real bad coffee addict. Like REAL bad. But, I cut it down because it was an expensive habit to have. But then I came to Naples. And oops, I drink a lot of coffee every single day. Because it is the way of life here. And it is super good stuff. And it is okay because it is relatively cheap.

Ellie and I have been in language school for the past two weeks and there is a coffee bar right outside that has the best cappuccino in the world. Seriously, the best ever. I’ve been a really good girl the past two days and refrained from getting a cappuccino. Ellie, however, could not resist and went to get a coffee today. And this is the how she recounted the event to me:

Ellie: So I walk into the coffee bar and I’m like, “Oh dang, those pastries look good,” then I snap back and I’m like, “FOCUS!” I go up to the bar and I say in my best Italian accent, “Vorrei un cappuccino. (I’d like a cappuccino.)” And the lady was real friendly and I paid her. I threw away my receipt and then I had to dig it out of the trashcan because I forgot that you are supposed to put it on the bar to order your drink and the lady laughed at me. I put it on the counter with my tip of € 0,20 and I was meditating on how that is probably too much because I usually leave € 0,20 for two people. And the guy behind the bar was like, “cappuccino?” I say, “Si.” And he says, “Senza zùcchero ? (without sugar?)” And I say, Si.” And then he was like, “ghufia hjdsoig jgifhjaog.” And I say, “Hmmm?” And he says, “Something, something, dove tua amica? (Where is your friend?)” And I said, “Ohhhhhhhh, a scuola. (At school.)” And he said, “Ah, capito. (I understand.)” And the other guy behind the counter was just staring at me nodding his head and by the way they don’t wash the dishes very well.

Basically, you know you drink a lot of coffee when the barista notices that you aren’t showing up. Guess that means I’ll have to go visit him tomorrow and enjoy the best cappuccino in the world. Obviously, con zùcchero (with sugar).