A Really Quick One

My last coffee in Florence before I leave tomorrow. A lungo. Finally, I've tried one. I have nothing to compare it to, so I won't judge it. Instead I'll simply say it tasted like a Cafe Nero espresso. Long and bitter, but not entirely unpleasent. The difference is, of course, that's what a lungo is meant to be. So that's my final coffee here, and it was nice. My parents' capps were lovely as well (still not as good as Rivoire, but close enough).

I'll get the wine and olive oil tasting up soon.

I've had a little too much to drink, so now I'm off to bed.

Goodnight!
Seamus.