A Love Affair With Coffee Shops


Famous Cafe Terrace at Night by Vincent Van Gogh

Back in the day, my coffee experience can only be defined by instant coffee mixes and a strong brew of black Liberica coffee from my dad’s hometown (which is one of the best I think and is still my favorite of all time *wink*). But as I continued on treading the delectable path towards coffee addiction, I found out that there is soooo much more to coffee and the experience that comes with drinking it. Like that unbelievably satisfying first sip of a perfectly warm, strong black coffee. Or the wonderful aroma of coffee being ground and being brewed. Just saying/typing those words make my mouth water.

Then I discovered coffee shops. I know, perfectly ordinary. But I just looove going to coffee shops, of course because of the coffee but other than that I feel like it is a unique experience one which you would not find in the more common restaurants and food places. I mean, to put it simply, it’s just a place that serves coffee. And if that bland statement is the definition of a coffee shop then all food places serving breakfast can be called coffee shops, or cafes, or coffee places. But it is not. I think it has come a long way far from that. It has become a melting pot of people, and ideas, and great drinks, and wonderful conversations. And I not only go to the well known coffee shops but local coffee places have their own charm too and some of my most favorite places are owned by locals here in my place. I find that they are cozy, and hits just the right spots as to how I like my coffee place to look and feel like.

Believe it or not I love reading in coffee shops, and I don’t mind the conversations around me because as some avid readers may relate with me, when I read, everything else gets shut out. They all become background music.

So going with the list-making trend in my blog lately, I decided to share my love affair with coffee shops.

  • THE FEEL. I don’t know what it is about the feeling inside a coffee shop that just in a way calms me. It’s like I enter and someone in my head says “don’t worry honey, you are home now and I got you covered.”
  •  THE SMELL. Coffee has this wonderful, almost sexy aroma that              hits home for me. I grew up in a family of coffee drinkers. Both my            maternal and paternal extended families were and still are coffee lovers  and drinkers so this was the smell of home for me and I have always        been in love with that scent. I think just the smell of coffee makes me        happy and energized.
  • THE CONVERSATIONS. Whenever I enter a coffee place , I immediately become aware of the conversations taking place simultaneously around   me. But then as I get settled, the seemingly loud voices just melt into this low, chaotic, random, almost melodic hum that makes me feel at ease.     It’s lovely how I see people have actual conversations about even the most trivial stuff. I think it’s what we lack today.
  • THE CONCENTRATION. If I need to concentrate on finishing something, I go to a coffee place and type away on my laptop. I walk away satisfied with my coffee fix and my work. I honestly can’t pinpoint one reason why, and yet I am able to concentrate at coffee shops amidst the surroundings which is naturally loaded with conversations and background noises. Maybe because nobody is ever likely to bother especially when you are alone and busy at a coffee shop. In these places people respect you private space and let you finish your coffee in peace. 🙂


That Boy Rudy


I recently saw the 2013 movie “The Book Thief” and I fell in love with the boy Rudy Steiner. I had to watch it over and over again so I could just see the boy. Liesel is a great heroine. I mean she is such a brave soul wrapped in a cute little package. Plus she liked reading. But what struck me most was Rudy. He was a child. It made me want to read the book. It made me want to know Rudy more than what the movie showed me. You see, I feel attached to my books. And I feel like I get heaps more out of reading a book than watching a movie. It’s like all the characters become my family, well at least the ones I like or love as in the case with my beloved Lestat.

I couldn’t quite imagine how a child with such a soul can be perfectly depicted. The innocence and the courage, all to be redeemed by Death before things around him poison his heart. He was saved, in a way, by death that day. I wondered what could it have been like had he survived. He would have been a wonderful human being. But then again, like I said, he will forever remain the boy with lemon-colored hair. For a boy his age, he had the makings of a good man. He was upright, he was loyal, he was caring, he enjoyed life, and he was brave. But with all these, he was scared and vulnerable, which made him grounded to his being a child, and for that I adored him even more.


Maybe it was the child actor who portrayed him, or the directing, or the surprisingly serene voice of Death as he narrates his side of things. By the way I thought that was just genius. I think I will have to break my own rule for this one. You see for me it’s either the book OR the movie. I read the first Harry Potter book years before it became a movie, but after I watched it, I didn’t read any of the books anymore. However the opposite happened with the Twilight Saga. I didn’t watch the movies after I finished the books. I think I saw them on HBO years after they were released. But I think now I will have to read the book. Should I? I think that rule of mine will be broken once and for all now.

But then I cannot blame the boy whose hair remained the color of lemon forever can I? After all, like Death said, Rudy’s soul just rolled through his arms.