I started drinking coffee in Paris, when I was studying at the Sorbonne. My friend Meredith Benjamin (a ballet dancer and French translator who now has a PhD, how cool is that?) and I found a place that sold a crêpe and café au lait for 5 euros, something like that (can you imagine that now?) and would go there once a week or so during our time there. By the end of that semester, we were speaking fluent Frangalais to eachother, a weird hybrid that was 60/40 French/English. I speak Spanglish with my partner Javi, seems a logical consequent to fluency nowadays.
I take milk in my coffee now, a special blend of coconut and almond milk that I buy in my neighborhood. It's slightly sweet and lighter than whole milk. Once a week I'll get an iced coffee on Franklin Ave, as a treat. Otherwise, I grind my own beans (thanks, Mr Coffee!) and make french press every morning. I'll be bringing one with me to Iceland in January, plus ground beans (4 bags). Everything is so expensive there! Might as well bring my own stuff for breakfast. I'm bringing my own salt, too. I'll be cooking for the house, no doubt. Someone needs to teach me how to cook fish.
Photo from Nespresso.