Coffee in New Zealand
As I force my legs to move through the terminal, after our 12 hr flight, I realize that even though i slept all through monday (no joke), I was still in need of a pick me up of the biggest kind. While I couldn’t find a cool pool to jump into I settled on the cute coffee shop in the corner.
I might have felt more at home in the pool. The options here were far more complicated then those in the states. Thats right Starbucks watch out! The thing here was that there was no regular coffee. If you went up to the counter and ordered coffee plane or black they would look at you like you were a foreigner, not without reason. The choices here, for a simple cup of coffee, were seemingly unending. First, the color had to be chosen; white, or brown. Then the length, though I’m not sure why; short or long. Finally you have the sizes, which I found if you give them a confused enough look they will happily explain to you, at no extra cost.
Keep in mind, that the ordeal just explained was to obtain a simple cup of coffee. If you know anything about me, I am anything but simple. But after explaining what I want, with a few drawn out and unnecessary hand movements (thanks mom), i found that the drink i was looking for could have been easily obtained by simply requesting something called a Mochaccino. Of course.
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