Let Me Espresso Myself

Thursday April 20th –

The sun was trying to shine and it was turning into what looked like a nice day.

Which was perfect for our plans of going to Rosthern, for lunch with a friend.

But that was later in the day and my morning was taken up with writing and trying out the espresso maker once again.

Mom and I got decently full, little cups, my cup being one purchased at a second hand store in Holland, just before we’d moved πŸ˜ŠπŸ‘ŒπŸ»

The espresso turned out lovely and it will probably become more and more of a daily thing πŸ˜‰
Have any of you tried espresso from Italy?
Or just in general? What did you think of it?😎
I love It 😬❀️

Mothers friend arrived and off to Rosthern we went, a little wee town with a restaurant inside of an old railway station. The Station Arts Centre.

Amidst lively conversation, soups, sandwiches and a salad were enjoyed.

Coffee flowed freely and washed down some delicious chocolate peanut butter pie and coconut pie.

They always have art displayed from someone or multiple people but a specific theme and this time their walls and gallery were adorned with art created by the ‘Hello Tokyo, Young Artists Exhibition’.

Tastefully made, colorful bento boxes and fish garlands were hung all around 🐠🍱

After lunch, we went for a walk through town.
Or, what’s left of town 😬
The little place is shrinking store by store and we only had about three or four places to peek in.
One which was the second hand store… a place one could almost always find some kind of treasure if you looked long enough πŸ˜‰
I was searching particularly for keys but none were noticed and I hadn’t really thought to ask, but Mom did and it’s a good thing!

The cashier looked at us, and with a slightly questioning smile, reached under the counter and pulled out a whole tray full of keys.

They had kept all of the keys that had found their way into the donation bags and they’d had them so long, they were almost ready to toss them.
So instead, I got them for 2$ πŸ˜‰ Which Mom paid because it turned out I only had euros, and and other foreign currency in my wallet 😜

Once we drove back to the house, Mom and her friend were going for a walk and I said I wouldn’t be going with them but after very little persuasion I joined in.
The ladies, lunch and lack of movement guilting me into a walk 😏

It was short and sweet and a juice was the correct way to recover, so I attempted my first one with veggies in the mix.
Safe veggies, known as carrots πŸ˜‹

It was good!
No surprise really, since all the juices have been so far (if we don’t count Mikes lettuce and lemon concoction) πŸ˜‰

Friday April 21st –

Mumsy had town and I didn’t feel like I had enough to do in town to justify doing my hairπŸ™ˆ

Real life issue right thereπŸ˜œπŸ”

So, home I stayed.
Where I relaxed and wrote, both by hand and for the blog and wracked my brain for ideas on (hopefully) upcoming projects 😊

Upon her return, we momentarily chatted about her days events and then we both confessed to being rather sleepy, so we bid each other goodnight in the afternoon πŸ˜‹

After a somewhat rather unsatisfactory nap, the little Italian espresso maker was brought out yet again and I reflected that Husband had been wise to suggest that purchase during our souvenir haul in the large, Italian grocery store before we’d headed to the airport one time during past travels πŸ˜‰πŸ™ˆ


Mom and I sipped our two sips worth, enjoying every savoury second.

Chefs salads were prepared for supper and they were tasty.

Poor Mike had to smell the pizza and chicken wings my brother has ordered, during his ride home.
But he made the choice not to have any, so it was a strong moment for him, though I’m not sure he didn’t regret it 😜

Author: jessicapeters95

Hello humans 😊 This is where you learn about me I suppose, though anyone reading this right now most likely knows all the boring details ;) I am Jessica Rose Peters-Hagenouw. (Always thought I'd be able to pronounce my married name but hey, life doesn't go as we plan.) June 11, 1995, tis the day Robert and Bonnie Peters received the most adorable, amazing, wonderful, surprise 3rd child they could have dreamed of. Speaking of being the third child, I have an older brother and an older sister. Both of whom are married and have wee little families of their own, making 'Aunty Jess' another name I go by. I grew up and have lived all of my years up till November 2015 in Saskatchewan, Canada. Making summers that are extremely short and winters that never end, vast open spaces, northern lights, unthinkable amounts of mosquitoes, lakes, forests and people waving to you on the grid road all different things that mean = Home. But Home is not where I'll be for some time. My husband is a Dutchman, living in Europe. Therefore I too have been living in Europe for the last few months. The reason I started this little blog/journal/writing thing, is to document a bit of my "whole new world," for those at home who wont be awake at 3:00 am wanting to hear about how I couldn't find flour at the grocery store. Thanks for stopping by and taking a peek into my little life 😊

2 thoughts on “Let Me Espresso Myself”

    1. Yeah, refreshing … there’s enough snow on the ground I could make them into natural slushies! πŸ™„ Hopefully by the time you come they will be perfected and enjoyed in sunshine πŸ˜ŽπŸ‘ŒπŸ»


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