Among the many things I enjoy in life, coffee always earns a spot near the top. Day or night; in the blazing sun or on a rainy day, pour me a good old cup of the good stuff (milk, no sugar) and I’ll be just fine.
Today my love for coffee reached a new height when I met up with a friend at Bean There in town, Cape Town. It’s a beautiful, bright and airy place that allows you to experience a few African countries through their roasts.
The selection includes coffee from Rwanda, Burundi, Kenya, Tanzania, the Democratic Republic of the Congo and Ethiopia.
Although I consider myself a coffee lover, there’s still a lot I have to learn. I would actually love to join a coffee tasting society – like the wine people – that teaches you how to fully appreciate and enjoy it. For example is there a certain way that you’re supposed to drink coffee? Do you stir the cup, smell the coffee, sip it, swirl it in your mouth, swallow and then identify the different flavours? I have no idea, but I’d like to find out.
After all, coffee is not simply a hot beverage that keeps you warm and alert. It’s an experience, an art, a way of life that only true connoisseurs (or wannabes like me) can appreciate.