Wednesday, November 04, 2009

To Murano, With Love.

An Italian day starts with a cappuccino. Not of the "tall, grande or venti" variety from the Starbucks drive-thru, handed to you in a paper cup with a green smiling mermaid who knows you can't wait until it's cold enough outside to order a Peppermint Mocha on your way to the mall for holiday shopping. An Italian cappuccino is served in proper glassware, piping hot, so you can take your time reading the paper, watching the people go by and nibbling on your buttery croissant. The foam is so thick that it becomes mesmerizing just to watch the sugar seep ever-so-slowly through the bubbly layer and into the espresso abyss, never to return.

What? Am I being too dramatic? Okay. The cappuccino there was good.

One of our Venetian mornings was spent on the island of Murano, known for their glass artistry. We sat down for a moment before touring the island to have our daily caffeinated beverage and much to my delight, hearts had been drawn into the foam by our Italian barista. Now, I know what you're thinking. They do that for all the tourists. They know how to make an American Girl in Venice swoon.

Well, I'm okay with that. It was a lovely beginning to the day.

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