Yesterday was so hot and humid that I hardly wanted to venture outside. However I was so intrigued by all the people that I’ve seen all over this city sitting at sidewalk cafes enjoying coffee and each other’s company. I just had to give it a try.
It really is a great way to kill an hour just watching the world go by. I had my first “flat white” of the trip, and I must say, it was delicious. I can see how they can become adictive and a reason to waste inordinate amounts of time just staring into one. The Sydneysiders seem to take this activity nearly as seriously as footie and brekkie.
But here in the room on Friday morning (long before anyone else in this country is awake) I’m once again relegated to instant coffee, Nescafe. It is known here as “americano,” and I don’t think they mean it in a flattering kind of way. However I am simply amazed at this electric teapot that heats water so fast it is scary. Honestly, it is so much faster than even a microwave would be. My tour book says “Sydney has a coffee culture that would mop the floor with London or Los Angeles.” That may very well be true.