I ate homemade bread and drank sweet, black coffee for breakfast this morning and it reminded me of Europe.  The bread is an indulgence that I made over the weekend because I missed it so much.  And the coffee is sweet and black because I’m out of the sugar-free mocha mix that I’d usually put in as creamer.  But I learned to really love sweet, black coffee while on choir tour in Europe.  I miss wandering those old, cobbled streets and listening to the bells in Salzburg.  Of all the places I’ve been, and I’ve been to a lot of places, Austria is the place where my heart felt most at home.

Happy birthday, Audrey!

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  1. ooooooooh… that makes me want to go back and have breakfast in Europe. That was one of my favorite things about being overseas… Seriously.

    I mean, what’s not to love? Bread. Good. Coffee. Good. Variety of other delicious meats and cheeses and granolas. Good!

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