Today I had the audacity to mix coffee and tea. I think we will live, as long as there’s cake.
I was astonished to realise how many coffee- and tea-related images I have in my archives. Last month, when I did
the post about the favourite ways I drink coffee and tea, I was almost at a loss which images to post and now I found so many new ones.
Hopefully Sandy, who chose
coffee conversations for this week’s Friendly Friday photos challenge, and Su Leslie who kindly and deliciously invites us to tea won’t mind if I join both challenges. And for the undecided between tea and coffee there is cake.
We start with two images from Saturday when I went to Viterbo with Flavia and of course we had cappuccino and a lovely conversation, but we don’t even need coffee for that.
Towards the end you will see that I do enjoy tea as well. And sometimes it’s neither, or both, or just cake.
Be well and please don’t panic. We have enough of that around here in Italy already. If it’s the kind of virus that many don’t even know they have or feel just a little poorly, it will go around and
we will likely catch it.
Happy conversations with your loved ones, on something else.
The view from our Viterbo bar. You will notice how I sneak doors into my images. It’s stronger than me. Hey, Slovenians, this is water in the glass, free mineral water, no matter how it looks like! This was not now and somewhere else in Italy, but it’s a gesture I admire. On our way to San Galgano with parents. I always sit facing the door. Mother in Rome has cappuccino and a cigarette, I have tea, Earl Grey, with honey and lemon, how I used to prefer it. Now it puts me to sleep. Let’s move to Slovenia now. In 2013 they still served Turkish coffee with a cigarette in Bosnian restaurant Das Ist Walter in Ljubljana. They stopped. What can I say… At least that other guest is having coffee. Lolita, Ljubljana. Yummm. A visual trick on this cup that my friend gifted me. It’s just an ordinary black one with the reflected design from the saucer. One of my favourite photos ever. Only he can see. Škofja Loka. At the Illich café in Maribor, where my father went to eat cakes after school. In 50 years they started to smile in the same way. Socerb Castle. We for now only dress in like colours. Look above: the Lover’s Lane on top of Rome, at Monte Mario. Right there another time with this sophisticated visitor from California. Yes, it’s only coffee that she is having. A hop back to Ljubljana. This is the bar on top of the Skyscraper (Nebotičnik). Amore is cold, I can tell. He didn’t even go out to admire the view. This is better, some sole. But still in Ljubljana. They decided to celebrate Italy. So I went back to Italy to enjoy it some more. And live happilly. Porto Santo Stefano. Another favourite bar in Porto Ercole which Norm may remember. In Tuscania. Kave means coffees in Slovenian. Despite their love of coffee, this statue in the roundabout in Tarquinia I don’t think it’s a coffee cup. And now to tea. At Celje Castle in Slovenia. I was impressed with these sand timers. At Ginger in Trieste. Just what we needed. At the SEM café in Ljubljana in good company. Neither coffee nor tea any more for this one. And sometimes both. The header of one of my previous blogs and the favourite.
For Friendly Friday Photo Challenge hosted by
The Sandy Chronicles: Coffee Conversations
The invitation to tea by Zimmerbitch