Today I went to my favorite cafe in my hometown. It’s not my favorite cafe because of their coffee. In fact, their coffee is not the best, not at all. It’s
my favorite cafe because it reminds me of my study time, where I made many different memories. In addition, it’s a family owned Italian cafe and run
by an older Italian man who always speaks a mix of Italian and German. They are
so authentic, kind and talkative which always sweetens up my day. It’s not one
of these hipster cafes (which I enjoy by the way as well), but more one of the more classic ones.