Toast and Coffee

Toast with jam, and coffee to drink is my favorite breakfast. Not for its nutritional value or probably even for the flavor, but for the memories. This was the breakfast of Europe. I made it in my apartment because it was cheap, fast and yummy. But, probably by far my favorite toast and jam memories involve, London, Nice and Cork. All the hostels that serve free breakfast give you bread, jam and butter. I had never really been a fan of toast, but something about toast in a hostel is delicious. Probably because I let loose and put butter on my bread! Crazy, I know. But, there are so many good memories associated with toast.

Like, London. Mine and Andrea's first hostel experience. Going down for breakfast that first morning I think both of us were in this fog of excitment and fear. We were totally out of our element. A city we didn't know, jet lagged out of our heads, and looking into a future that we knew nothing about. Also, we had no idea how this hostel thing worked. We were surrounded by people all speaking different languages and from different backgrounds. It was pretty cool, and the toast tasted good too. And as the week went on, we became more confidant about the underground, we met awesome people and got more and more excited and afraid of our departure from each other to our respective countries.

And then there was Cork, an interesting trip in itself when I realized that traveling with 8 other people is really hard. But, we ate toast and went about our day argueing and pissing each other off, breaking into groups. Which actually leads me to another story that I'm not sure I ever told. I'll leave that for some other time.

And there's Nice. Where I lost my ipod, couldn't find my bus ticket, got kicked off the bus, had been awake for over 24 hours and felt cracked out of my head. Where I realized if you're having enough fun you can go almost 48 hours with 2 hours of sleep. But also the place where I left Dublin behind me for a few days, soaked up the sunshine and introduced two of my good friends to each other and prayed they'd get along. They did! Also, where Andrea swore I almost got hit by a motorcylce (i never thought i was in danger), one of our roommates was sleeping almost naked, and had eaten everyone elses food!

But, most of all there's Dublin. My apartment #28 Wyckham Place. The one on the first floor that overlooks the parking lot, where everyone walked by and looked in. Where we ate indian food, and drank wine, and went out. Where I learned and where I honestly felt more like myself than I have for a while. It was perfect.