coffee stories, iii.

Coffee beans.
Coffee beans.

There is a story being told in the Congo. There is coffee in the Congo; excellent coffee, coffee with the potential to heal a nation. These two things, on the loop, on my mind. Images of Lake Kivu, the hills, and Congolese coffee farms. My heart bleeds. Second day at World of Coffee Dublin 2016. I wrote an article for Think Prague: 6 coffee shops in Prague. My heart skipped a beat when the legend that is The Coffeetographer featured my article in her own Coffee Stories. I draw inspiration from her and I am grateful for this mention. Thank you. I am back at my corner coffee shop in Žižkov; my barista prepares a warm flat white with a smile. An extra cup for when I am having a bad day. I don’t leave the house without my KeepCup anymore. My mom bought me a handmade džezva complete with intricate details and a small spoon from Sarajevo; I look forward to strong coffee with a pinch of cinnamon. The weather has definitely announced summer in Prague and there’ll be more of iced coffees from now on, too. Lavender or mint, perhaps. Here’s to summer.

summer manifesto

Zmrzlinář. Photo by Kryšpín.
Zmrzlinář. Photo by Kryšpín.

Read books and eat gelato; both in great quantities. Spend evenings at Riegrovy Sady, watching the sunset. Leave my phone at home occasionally, bring the Nikon camera for photos instead. Document life in Prague during summer. Go on paddleboats on the Vltava, at least once. Drink a cold beverage by the river afterward. Spend a weekend in Southern Bohemia at auntie’s house. Go to farmer’s markets in my neighborhood on Saturdays. Borrow a Polaroid camera and take pictures for a weekend. Make and drink plenty of fruit-infused water. Write. Write my way out of this. Buy flowers, at least every other week. Wear shorts and white button downs. Go on trips around the country and out of the country. Give him a chance to get to know me.