Last week I got to hang out with my Rome girls, one of who flew in for a visit and the other who apparently isn't leaving London any time soon at all, YAY FOR ME.
This picture makes me laugh because it is so Italian. Three variations of espresso, three versions of exactly the same drink but different (but the same, but different...). To an Italian, these subtle alterations to the brown, syrupy goodness are as personal as the way you wipe your arse, even though to anyone else it seems ridiculous. When the waiter set these down on the table he said, somewhat sarcastically, these are all practically the same drink, just one has milk and one has hot water... and we all giggled at him and looked at each other knowingly because we three knew; we silently understood it was a Roman thing.
It was our thing.
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