This is the post I meant to reblog. I hope you enjoyed my oops too. I was trying to work from my iPad
First time I tried cappuccino in February of 1975. I was 40 years old. We lived in Lido di Ostia and waited for American visas.
Another immigrant who somehow had a lot of money and liked to play chess with me bought cappuccino for both of us.
I was afraid to try it as in the Soviet Union I had terrible allergy each time I drank a cup of coffee. However, my partner insisted that cappuccino is very good and I must try it.
What could I do? I raised a cup, opened my mouth, took a mouthful and …fell in love. Not only this. Somehow cappuccino became for me a symbol of freedom, a symbol of Italy, of this wonderful beautiful country with very warm people.
Years passed and we visited Italy again. We took a two weeks trip from the north to the south. Every day I drank…
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