So there is this bar by my house that I just absolutely love. (It is an Italian bar which means it is a cafe, you go there to get coffee not to get shitfaced.) Part of the reason I love it so much is because it is amazing, seriously one of the top 2 cappuccinos I have gotten in Rome. (The other one being from Tazza D’Oro the super amazing place next to the Pantheon - widely considered having the best coffee in Rome.) But the other reason I love is because they remember me. Every time I walk in the lady behind the bar laughs, says hello, and recites my order. She then proceeds to give me my order straight away, even when it is crowded I never have to wait, and she ALWAYS gives me a piece of chocolate on the saucer of my cup. She always offers me water too, which is normally only given to people who order a cafe (espresso). Once when they didn’t have my order, I normally get un cappuccino e una bomba con cioccolato, she looked very upset. But I just happily ordered something else.
As I am getting closer and closer to the end, I am getting more and more excited to go home. (11 days!) I can’t wait to see my family and my friends and my city, but I keep realizing how much I am going to miss this place. And not the big things either, but the lady behind the counter at the bar, and the guy who checks our IDs at school.
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