After a few sips of a perfectly prepared espresso, I knew I couldn’t keeping lying to myself.
Since moving to an old farm in rural Virginia, I had convinced myself that the lack of a good local cup of coffee wasn’t a big deal.
After a few sips of a perfectly prepared espresso, I knew I couldn’t keeping lying to myself.
Since moving to an old farm in rural Virginia, I had convinced myself that the lack of a good local cup of coffee wasn’t a big deal.