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 gathered lots of different memories. In addition, it’s an family owned Italian cafe and runs 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 by the way enjoy as well ), but more one of the classic ones.