Dolce Vita

On Fridays, I volunteer.Yes, I know what you are thinking: "How altruistic of her!", but no...this is a very self-oriented act. I volunteer so I don't have a gap in my C.V while I am waiting to find a paid job or internship. Anyway, to tell you the truth, it is quite uninteresting... I am not helping people in distress (I would much rather do that, would be way more interesting and useful), I'm just doing admin stuff for a charity which will not be named (sorry curious people!). I don't think I'm getting new skills here but, hey, it keeps me occupied. So, the whole point of this post is to tell you about the only thing that keeps me happy when I'm at the office: the coffee machine! Meet M53 Dolce Vita!

Tada! 

E.

Here Lies Love

Big cities.  One lived, one to be lived in!  Operation New York commences.  

Just need a working visa or a green card..no problem, yes?

That pastry there, tis delicious, it's a sun bun!  And that's a lovely Gateau cappucino.

What more do I need?  Well, maybe next post I'll attempt a dream board!

C.

Coffee Conversations ©

I imagine, as a future contributor to The New Yorker, what little crumb of trivia I can segue into a six-page article and my mind always goes to coffee conversations.  Copyright C.!

I do not find sitting sipping extra hot Mocha (no cream and a sachet of brown sugar) among the surl of café conversations eavesdropping.  I sit there with my book, paper or pen in hand, probably some Francois Hardy in the background and enjoy soaking in the snippets of conversations buzzing about the place.  Would it be interesting to note down what you hear from each little party, couple, meeting at Starbucks, Kitchen and Pantry, Fig & Olive, Gail's Bakery, Sturekatten, Kaffekoppen - and concoct a fantastical trivial commentary?

I think so.

I think E. and I both fall into this generation's blog-affinity for taking pictures of your food and coffee conversations - here's a little collection of Coffee Conversations ©