A few years ago, before my parents left to live in a different part of Holland, I had a lunch date with my mom. Every Saturday we went for a sandwich and a coffee or tea. I had a cappuccino. And we talked. We talked about the past week. We just talked about the things bothering us. My mom wasn't great with listening, but still it felt Ok to me. I could get things off my chest and so could she. I was never close with my parents, but this weekly gathering still found a place in my heart and now I can say I miss it. So in the weekend I try to create the same, but then alone. I go to some shops, walk around and look for funny little trinkets. After that I usually go to a shop with a small restaurant. I browse around, look for little gifts for my girlfriend, maybe buy some lunch meat and then go upstairs. The restaurant isn't big and the meals are small. It's basically a few sandwiches, hot or cold, a few cookies and other sweetness and a choice of tea and coffee. In the summer I usually take the Ice coffee with either cinnamon or toffee flavor, but in winter - or just when I feel like it - I go for the cappuccino. They have one with a hint of caramel in it and a piece of fudge next to it. So I first gobble that up and then go for the cappuccino with the caramel syrup on top. Moments like that really relaxes me. I drink and look outside over the square. I look at people and dream away about past times, times I felt happy. And when I do my body gets warmer and warmer. I feel my lips curling into a soft smile while taking another sip of the creamy coffee. I miss my cappuccino.
