The art of enjoying an aromatic coffee
A title a little unusual for a little story that could delight many who read it or not, but remains to be seen.
As I am, a guy who jumps out of the usual patterns I could say, cuckoo would say others, and I go anywhere I want unrepresented, the other day I was in the park that is near the area where I live.
Honestly, walking through the park creates a special relaxing state, but not as strong as walking to Sibiu, a medieval town in the middle of Transylvania.
This time, from the desire to take some more special photos, I can fit into the category of art and the fact that I felt that at that moment. I often feel when I want to listen to good music depending very much on the state of mind I am, to read a good book, or to do something basically what I like about photos.
What to say pure luck, because I did not have money in my pocket or a coffee brewed from the dream cafeteria over the park, but not even a mineral water. What if ?
Unusual fact for me because every time I leave I have enough money for the little attention I want, and especially because I know I can’t refuse the pleasure of enjoying a hot coffee.
Beautiful outside, warm, excellent vegetation in the park caused me to go and try the photos I wanted to do, thinking at the same time how to make a photo of a cup of coffee.
I got in the trolley with the same thoughts, but wow !!! the idea came to me when I went down to the confectionery I knew about a life, and when I was a child I was eating a cake. Because you have to know I never refuse anything, even though sometimes I can’t afford many things.
What did I say? Let me go to a table to ask someone to let me take a photo that would have been special to me. With an unusual nerve, I headed for a guy who seemed to me after the figure, to be a permissive type of work and to whom I addressed a simple question: “Mr. bothers you mind if I take a picture of your coffee mugs? “Which guy measured me from head to toe as if I were an alien and answered me plainly, with a boredom in my voice:” Of course, please! “I thanked him with a great and excited need took the picture.
I went very glad and satisfied as if I had won a prize, but when I turned back I felt the strange and odd look of that one. Well, I was a little embarrassed by my request, but how much more did I get what I wanted. There is a word, if you do not ask for it.
And here I come to what I really wanted to tell, about the chants and the ritual through which coffee, coffee, obsession, fantasy, oddness I do not know how to say, I rather like pleasure but where I drink it ?
I have some buddies suffering from the same “illness” like me and they always like the invitation to a coffee. But where should it be? In less common places, full of charm and where we can listen, why not, good music. Nothing extravagant right here. The idea is to be able to sit on a terrace because we are not allowed to smoke indoors, and can’t miss coffee from the coffee, and the honest to be non-cigarette coffee does not work.
I could ask many cigarettes – very simple, it is a thing that creates a special condition (at least me), the click of the lighter, the aroma of the coffee and the cigarette smoke that dancing sensual in the air, completes the painting giving also savoring the situation and the feeling of total pleasure.
Anyway, I hope I do not ask nonsmokers … How ? What way? Why ? … because I might be forced to give some answers that do not correspond in the Oxford or Webster dictionaries, but rather in a cockney or slang dictionary using classical bad language expressions, and this thing does not characterize me in no way, and I do not want to be rude, but to be a gentleman as I have always been.
Anyway, it’s one of my taboo taboos from which I do not deviate in any way.
“Well, in the end, my buddies are asking me, okay, well, but after all, where are we going to have coffee for tomorrow?”
My answer is short and cool “At Sibiu” … “Brother, are you normal?” One of them asked exasperatedly … “I am as normal as possible?” … I answer … “Are you sure you are not cuckoo? … “maybe you should have been looking at your head, or consulting a psychiatrist before answering?” “… tells me one, with a strong, unassembled razor”
Please, natural questions of some who do not expect my spontaneous reaction. “Do not you realize that Sibiu is 315 km from where we live?” … and what if I answer … ”
They actually know well that I’m a guy with no inhibitions, unobtrusive and unscrupulous in my ideas, so do not insist too much.
“You do not have to worry because I will lead you to a special café that you do not know and where God would have a coffee there !!!” … I raise something like poker … “agree, but to drive the car !!! “… said and done, that’s exactly what I really wanted.
The next day, we got in the car and left the highway, accelerating in the idea that we do not have anything to see yet and the view was tedious, except for the forest. At the entrance, however, on the Olt valley they slow down to admire the wonderful landscape that unfolds before the eyes as a very good quality film.
The route is great, as the road between the mountain and the Olt River is of extraordinary beauty, due to its many curves, and dangerous portions, increasing adrenaline in the body. Meanwhile, I am stopping to admire the beauty of forests that have superb pale autumn colors of yellow, red, rust and glowing green, tremulous foothills, gentle winds, and bird trials.
This is the valley of Olt, from Cozia Monastery, beyond the Broken Tower to nearby Sibiu.
We finally arrive in Sibiu, a medieval town with area-specific houses, untouched by the passage of time, with narrow cobbled streets, old churches and steppe streets specific to medieval times that make the delight of any city passer, a burg, guarded by old walls and stone towers. Sincerely, it gives you the feeling of returning over time and with many visual fantasies you can see knights and gentlemen on another date.
Knowing Sibiu for a very long time, we were heading with steady but steady steps to the café they knew for years.
Well what do you see? We sit at a table when a face of a beautiful beauty appears and who asks me with a gorgeous nightgown: “What should I serve you?” With a specific Transylvanian accent … I was enchanted by her rapacious beauty answer “with a bitter, black, strong and flavored coffee and a juice! “…” how to ask for coffee, sweet face, long face or short? ”
This time I was put in a unique situation because I honestly did not understand what it means to say, how long or short? Puzzled, and trying to be polite, although I had the impression that he wanted to beat me, I ask, “what is the long or short?”
She, with a pleasant surrender responds to me: “Long sir means that the coffee is weaker and the shorter is the stronger the quality being the same, the words are translated from Italian …” … the girl responds … “May I ask I am amazed, and at the same time delighted, even to be so old and outdated … ”
“How do you know, how should it be, I ask?” “Well, I write on the coffee machine, my face answers …” … “in the conditions of being short, double hard and aromatic, so that I do not have to repeat the order the second time!”.
The fact that I was laughing in my opinion, especially to my friends, was sad to me a bit, I’d better let them order, but thinking that I would enjoy a coffee as I wanted, and you listening to quality music relaxed me as if we were in Heaven and not on Earth.
I wonder, what would you do for me? Would you have done the same?
But before I left, I drew some wonderful frames that I could remember with pleasure, the places visited and the willingness to return me, even though my escapades were a bit crazy. It was not the first time anyway. But maybe it was not crazy, did it?
The departure was spectacular because I left in the afternoon at sunset. What can be more beautiful than seeing the sun, which smiles hides behind the mountain, descending among the clouds in its sanctuary, making room for another wonderful stroll, the night of the night that is the Moon! And all of you see them from the valley of Olt?
I arrived late at home, tired very, happy, relaxed and happy that I did exactly what I wanted, to drink, to feel the aroma of a great and well made coffee, beyond the Carpathian Mountains.
October, 20/2017
