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!