Mornings in Europe

I simply can not describe how wonderful are the breakfast’s in Europe. It was my favorite time of day there and I am not a breakfast person. In the states breakfast consists of maybe a coffee on the way to work or perhaps piece of a left over bagel in the coffee room around 10:30. It is a rare occasion that I bother to get up early enough for breakfast. On most of those occasions it involves my mother being in town and it is only after hearing numerous lectures about breakfast being the most important meal of the day that I drag myself out of bed in time.

However, in Europe there is no greater meal. Fresh orange juice, croissants and pastry’s, yogurt and of course strong coffee with lots of cream and sugar. Hard boiled eggs, cheeses and breads, ham. All fresh. All delicious. I ordered it in my room everyday that I was in Belgium. It was the best part of my day. In the security, privacy and comfort of my little hotel room, I would spend an hour or so savoring each bite. I could live there happy forever if I had the means and breakfast.I can not get this kind of breakfast in the states. It is simply not possible. I don’t know why. I could squeeze the juice myself and maybe with some training I could learn to make the pastries. I could buy a good espresso maker and keep half and half on hand. But it simply would not be as good.

Maybe it’s the funny accents. Maybe it’s the close proximity of another country and its different culture. Maybe it’s the monopoly colored money. Whatever it is, since I’ve been back, I miss it terribly.