I’ve posted this picture before. (See here.) But I’m going to post it again because, well, I just really like it. And also I should add that I did eventually start drinking coffee.
Because it was so cultural in Sweden, and because at the time I anticipated spending much more time in Sweden, I told myself I needed to learn how to drink coffee. You know, when in Rome… So one afternoon in Beira, my housemate and an out of town guest decided to brew a pot. I piped up, “I’ll have some too.” I filled my cup with one third coffee and two thirds milk with at least two heaping teaspoons of sugar. It was actually bearable. I started doing that every day, slowly weaning myself to half coffee, half milk, then two thirds coffee and one third milk. Very quickly I learned to not just tolerate coffee but enjoy coffee. And suddenly I entered an aspect of social life that I had always lived on the outskirts of.
I eventually parted ways from my original motivation for drinking coffee, and I have yet to return to Sweden. I’ve also realized that when I’m not working – and, therefore, needing the caffeine early in the morning – I actually prefer to drink tea. However, I’m still thankful that when I need to or want to, I can say, “Yes, please,” when offered a cup of coffee.