Guilty. I’ve taken “those” pictures. The picture that commemorates what you are about to enjoy, and makes you stop and pause until you get it just right and can share it with the world. I do it as much for the memory of it later on as for the celebration of it at the moment. For some strange reason I feel guilty when I sneak my phone out and take this shot. Everyone around me is judging me, and the baristas are rolling their eyes I’m sure, I say in my head. For some reason the coffee world inspires both admiration and puts forth exclusion. It’s not necessarily a welcoming place if you don’t know what a cortado is. (A cortado is a Spanish classic, a coffee “cut” with warm milk. read more in depth here) Of course, I didn’t know what a cortado was until I asked and went on to order one.
For the past few years Matt and I have made a hobby of finding the best coffee we can anytime we travel. We are always an unfamiliar face to the crowd as we walk in the door. Sometimes there’s a sense that you’re entering some kind of secret club and you have to try to figure out the handshake. Then I realize that there is no handshake, you either act like you know what you are doing or just do what you do and don’t worry about what everyone else thinks. There’s nothing wrong with asking questions and trying new things… and occasionally instagramming along the way so you can remember your adventures. Am I right?