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This past summer I went on a euro-trip.
I went with one friend and this other girl. ( more to come)
Anyways, I am in the midst of trying to compile a book of short stories about my life ( david Sedaris esque) little interesting tid-bits.
In addition, I want to compile osmehting about my trip to europe.
I mean some crazy things went down ( very interesting), I want to write about them.
So I started on a couple of stories but here is the one I am working on now.
Let me know what you think please.
Rome, that last stop on my European adventure. The last normal cup of coffee I had was in the car on the way to the airport almost three weeks prior. My body is begging for the sweet taste to be poured into its mouth and for the caffeine to be pumped through its veins.
I am on a mission. There will be no rest until I find that cup of coffee. If it the last thing I do. So be it. I will have it. I recruit one of my travel companions. We embark on our coffee finding adventure. I felt like Harold and Kumar on the way to White castle. Minus the marijuana. Amsterdam was four stops ago.
The thing about Europe is, they do not believe in supersizing everything like America. America is all about how big they can get it. Europe is about how small they can get it with people actually thinking that it is not as small as it appears. There coffee was no Starbucks. There was no Half & Half in site and more importantly it came in cups similar to the barney covered Dixie cups I used to wash out my mouth after brushing my teeth when I was younger. I needed my Venti sized coffee. My minion and I got ripped off coffee shop after coffee shop. We asked them to double the size and they gave a stronger coffee, in a smaller cup.
As we walked down one of the Italian named streets in search for another “coffee shop” my eyes catch sight of a sign hanging on the inner side of a cafe wall. There before my eyes was pornography for coffee lovers. A sign covered in splendid looking coffees in huge fancy cups. They have to have a decent cup of coffee inside this cafe. The sign is not meant to be misleading, right? “ We are going in” I said.
I walked through the doorless doorway into the sweet aroma of freshly ground coffee beans. I made my way to the counter. “ What is the biggest cup of coffee you have?” I asked. The waiter, tall man dressed in a penguin-like get up, pulls a little plastic cup out from and presents it to me. “ That is the biggest cup you have?”
“ Miss, what do you mean?”
“ What do I mean? You see that picture over there? Do you have that?”
He laughs. The man in the penguin-esque costume is laughing at me “ No, this is a big cup” He pushes the little shit cup in my direction.
“ Okay. You see, I am from America. In America we have GIANT cups of coffee” I approximate the size of a Starbucks Venti with my hands. Suddenly another penguin outfit clad waiter appears. He pulls an ice bucket from under the counter and shows it to me. “ This is what you want” he mocks. He thinks he is cute.
“ Seriously. Why don’t the people in Europe believe in normal sized cups of coffee?”
“ This is normal sized” waiter one proclaims still holding the little plastic cup. I glance over at waiter two. He is fetching a humongous martini glass from the cabinet. It is the type of class you see in the middle of a table surrounded by drunken women at a tacky bachelorette party of a women who is clearly past her prime. He places the colossal glass on the counter. Waiter gots jokes.
At this point everyone in the café is laughing. Most of them are American and they understand where we are coming from and are glad that they got a show with lunch.
Ignore the spacing it is a bit messed up from the copy and paste.
Peace and Love,
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Posted by DanieRo on 2009-10-05 17:59:04 | Rating: | Views: 9
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