TV? I can stream most of the shows I like on my computer. Speaking English? It's a biggie, but I speak it at home and with my friends at school, and I'm hardly out chatting with natives all day. My truck? She would be impossible to park anywhere here. Nope, it's good old-fashioned drip coffee, and I think I know why it stings so much.
Making coffee was a ritual every morning: first, turn on the kettle; next, get out a mug, a filter, and my single-cup filter holder; then choose a coffee (so many options!! vanilla, hazelnut, pumpkin pie, cinnamon bun...the list goes on for days); then, once the water was ready, wait for the magic to happen before sitting down with a steaming mug of delicious coffee.
|WHY oh WHY did I not bring this with me?!|
|My new frenemy|
|Do I look like I should be drinking out of a cup this dainty?|
UPDATE: Look what Alex brought home last night! Along with a pack of filters! I ordered some chocolate truffle-flavored ground coffee on Amazon.fr and it should arrive sometime next week. :-)
|Look at that steaming mug of joe...I can't wait!|