Coffee in Italy

You will probably find me at my favorite café on a regular Saturday morning in Rome surrounded by the sounds of people having coffee every which way. The clinking of cups and saucers as they slide across the counter is punctuated by the barista calling out your perfect cup, served just the way you like it: cappuccino macchiato schiumato corretto decaffeinato lungo corto al vetro…the combinations are endless and always served with a flourish. Sitting in a sunny spot, I’ll eat my buttery cornetto slowly and people watch as the chiming of nearby church bells filters in.