The Story that Began with a Cappuccino

Jordana del Feld
Sep 4, 2018 · 8 min read

All I did was ask for a decaf cappuccino.

But there was discussion around what the I meant by Vollmilch, and translating that into “whole milk” didn’t help, because in Germany you don’t specify your milk unless you want something weird. Milk in espresso is whole milk. But that chat turned into the barista telling me that my German was better than his, which was not true, and then somehow we were just talking….

He was as beautiful as the full moon rising silver over the Black Sea after the last pulsations of a summer storm have subsided

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