This Was Never About Coffee. Until It Was.

Now that a few months have passed since my overwhelming enthusiasm this summer, it feels like the right time to finally write a few lines here. I created this space with the solemn purpose of documenting my travels, fully aware that consistency might never really be my strong suit. I don’t think anyone expects it to be – especially if they know me.

Still, I’ll get straight to the point, without making excuses for my lack of creative momentum.

I started this blog to share stories from different places—to write about the hidden (and not so hidden) food gems I’ve found around the world. But somehow, life kept moving faster than I could write, and I never managed to give this space the attention it deserves (this is where you’re allowed to envy me for traveling too often and always falling behind). In other words, there are stories sitting quietly in the back of my mind – stories from trips that happened long before COVID changed everything.

I’m saying all this because I want this blog to have space for something that has slowly taken root in my life over the past year – coffee.

Not that it means anything yet. I don’t really know what it will turn into, especially since I’m far from being a coffee expert. But the people who know me are used to hearing about my dream of opening a small place of my own one day – of starting over, and learning the craft from the ground up. Maybe it will happen. Maybe it won’t. Who knows.

Something tells me this will be a long journey. And that’s exactly why it belongs here.

There will probably be plenty of failed latte art attempts, questionable coffee opinions, far too many identical photos, random low-quality videos, and a lot of learning as I go.

But that’s the best part.