Friday, 3 August 2012
I feel like coffee.
My friend Ivana spent twenty minutes this morning trying to explain to me the definition of voglia di caffè. As I supped espresso in the midday sun, new Italian shoes in hand and the promise of sushi for lunch, I idly wondered what it meant when I saw it written on my cup.
By the time I finally understood how to use the bloody phrase, I had to declare voglia di caffè AGAIN because damn. Sometimes the most simple things cause the biggest confusions.
And therein lies my observation for both caffeine related sentences, and life as I know it.
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