Ideal Coffee = ideal way to start a rainy Monday. Had to walk by the intimidating cool kids smoking out front – scary! – but my Americano was well worth it! Intimidating cool kid barista knows his coffee. Superb. Top notch. Etc.
When student season ends at U of T, tourist season begins. They come by the coachbus-full, all keen with their shiny cameras and perky smiles, snapping pics of the buildings I walk by every single day. To them it’s new, it’s exciting; to me, it’s same old, same old. Same buildings, different lens.
Seeing these tourists today got me thinking – how much am I taking for granted? How much am I not paying attention to?
Take this, for example:
It’s possible that I have walked by this thing at least once a week for the last… umm… 10 years. It’s also possible it’s brand new. Hard to say and that’s kind of scary.
Nothing is ever the same from moment to moment. And I’d venture to say that there are no ordinary moments… we just have to pay attention…
But enough of that. Today I wandered over to Manic Coffee upon recommendation from a good friend. It blew my mind. We are spoiled in Toronto. The coffee is to die for.
And now back to my ‘oregano oil comfy pant Game of Thrones’ party… yes, I’m sick. Bah humbug.