Naturally I remember what it was like the first time. It was much better than I expected, especially after the story was consumed. My heart was beating so fast and so beautifully that I fell in love instantly. More precisely, on the road. It happened at the gas station in Sighisoara, on my way from Cluj to Brasov. It was a cappuccino. I didn't drink coffee until then. I mean, I had tasted it a few times, but I never liked it. However, once I really liked it: a friend had brought some delicious Juan Valdez, which of course, I couldn't find anymore.
The second time and the ninth time followed, also in the gas station in Sighisoara. I think it was a kind of loyalty to the first. Then I realized that more than the taste, I had become addicted to the state. You know the bank with the Bunny taking x and making all the animals run through the forest (if you didn't, I spoiled it for you)? This is me after coffee. My heart is beating a million beats a minute, my brain is spinning at a billion spins and connections per hour at peak effect, and my serotonin levels are crashing. Bliss, nothing else. And those around me have no way not to get involved (to be involved, rather), not to contribute to the abundance of ideas that come to me or not to receive energy.
And so I started drinking coffee. Then we went to the next level: various preparation methods, various types of coffee. Now they are with french press and origins (today, Colombia). A connoisseur, you might say. Not exactly, because without a trace of guilt I defile it with milk and sugar. Reminiscences from the first one, probably.
Our relationship is so special that I make sure we are together in every magical place I go: on the Champs Elysees, in Casa Batllo or a square with sunshine and pigeons. Everywhere I go, there is that place to drink coffee – with a view, with a story and with gratitude.
What's next? Other attempts. It would be a shame to remain faithful to a taste, a place or a time of the day, when what comes after is above all else. Almost anything.
Daiana's description: Daiana uses the cafe as an office every time she steps on Cluj lands. She is an entrepreneur and parenting trainer and loves to observe everything beautiful around her. When she is not in Cluj, she prepares the coffee that wakes her up every morning on a French press, with beans roasted and ground by Prăjitoria Olivo.