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We were having a cappuccino and a cheese cake before the theatre.
My mind started to wander.......
.....as it often does.
Coffee shops have become a second home.
When I travel it is in the coffee shop I find the inspiration to write my travel diary.
During my Saturday morning photo walks I always end up in a coffee shop haven.
In Vienna Merisi and I tried to count how many coffee shops we could make in a day.
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When I was 19 I worked in a restaurant in Trondheim. Times were very different from now. The restaurant was part of a hotel owned by a Missionary Organization. It was busy during breakfast time when the hotel guests came to eat. For lunch and dinner it was very quiet. An exception was after church on Sundays when a old ladies came for coffee and creampuffs.
After I had worked there for a few months a young student,started to come to the restaurant. Never for lunch or dinner, he probably could not afford that. A cup of coffee. Always only one cup of coffee. He made the coffee last for hours, and sat there with his books. Sunday nights were quiet, and except from the cook I was the only one working.
The student was a few years older than me. He had long, curly hair. Deep blue eyes. I never actually fell in love with him, but I was charmed. And I started to dream.
Sunday after Sunday the student came and had his coffee. The restaurant had several small rooms, and where he sat he was almost always alone. We never spoke, except from "one coffee please". From time to time our eyes met.
Once, only once, we passed each other by chance out in the city. We looked at each other. I am sure I blushed. Still no words.
Time passed. I stopped working in the restaurant. I forgot the student with the curly hair and the deep blue eyes.
I met Terje, and when I was 22 we married and had our wedding dinner in the restaurant.
In one of the small rooms a pair of deep blue eyes looked at me and smiled.
