First Time I went to a Cafe

I was very nervous to go to a cafe by myself for this first time. I know that seems very silly, but I could not remember all the proper protocol and was worried I might embarrass myself. Eventually my desire for a coffee was so great that my ever residing fear of embarrassment was suppressed. It was cold, but the french are lovely and put heaters around their outdoor tables so I kept very warm. I pulled out my small journal while I waited and wrote this little excerpt of my experience. <so it is my first time at a cafe. The waiter spoke English. I wonder if it is because he could tell I was nervous. “un cafe, s’il vous plait” The coffee was good, but I discovered that un Cafe (means espresso). I put the doll size cup to my lips and this warm liquid coats my throat. I try to push through the bitter roast flavor for another sip, but the small cube of sugar resting on my saucer calls to me. The sugar dissolves quickly in the hot espresso, and the next taste is perfect. >

Also, the french bring you water whenever you have a cafe which is smart.

Then I left the waiter I very large tip ( actually I think I payed about double for my coffee). Oh well, I am sure he will be very happy to see me next time.


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