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!
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!