Socktober 23 – Also not Socks

I blame Pete DeLuca. He and his offer of espresso every morning at Livorno American High School. Yes, I caved after the first year of asking every morning. Then I got my own espresso maker when he moved his into his new room across the field. Then I bought a 120V for summers back in the States…it died this week.

A trip to Sonoma-Williams (yeah go high end or go home? In my defense they are the local supplier of my favorite crack uhm coffee brand.)

I bought what looked like it might be a moderately easy machine to use…and read the manual first. (Yes, I don’t who this person is either.)

So this morning I ran it not once, but twice. Okay, I think this relationship might last.

You want to see a picture of my new love?

It’s okay, Don’s still here, but he understands not to get between me and that first espresso of the day.