Weekend Coffee Share: Where We Talk About Coffee, What Else?

If we were having coffee we’d talk about, well…, coffee! And coffee shops.

I received my coffee delivery this week, 12 packs of coffee from different regions. It’s a real treat and will last Che and I awhile. The coffee in the mornings has been sublime and with the blends we’re making…hmmmm….delicious, deep full bodied cups of enjoyment.

I’m the immediate gratification toast person, but this coffee is inspiring me and this morning my creativity turned to pancakes. I couldn’t find my usual recipe (on a piece of paper, who knows where it is, I thought it was tucked into another recipe book but alas, it wasn’t) and turned to google.

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Off course, you’re having some too.

I’m fussy about coffee shops – I need to feel like I’m sitting in my own lounge rather than someone else’s dining room. A place with deep armchairs like the old Cafe de Paris or the Cafe Wien in Hillbrow, or even the old Mantovani at Eastgate.

chai tea float - reginamartins.comI say “old’ because I don’t know if the first two still exist. Mantovani has recently moved to the new part of Eastgate, they’ve remodelled and the armchairs are gone!

The one that comes close now is the Mugg and Bean at The Glen. I choose a place against the wall where the couch is and I work (and have coffee) in comfort and to my hearts content.

If we were having coffee I would tell you that I blogged every day this week. I caught up on the 26 Weeks Letter Challenge (H, I, J and K in one post), wrote about the countless stairs of Lisbon in response to a WordPress one-word prompt and wondered about tipping in other countries. And a few others too. Based on my Jubilant post I’m seriously thinking about putting up a swing in my backyard.

Work is at good busy rate at the moment, and I’ll be doing some coaching in Durban and training in Cape Town in June and July.

With the weather cooling down I’ve become a bit hermit-like. On Thursday I went grocery shopping for the first time in a few weeks. We were running out of things like toilet paper so an effort to go to the supermarket was needed. I stretched it out as much as I could. I planned to go on Monday on my way home but the traffic was so heavy that all I wanted was to get home. Similarly for Tuesday and Wednesday. With the toilet paper situation becoming dire though, something had to be done.

If we were having coffee we’d says “cheers” now and agree to meet again next week.

Until then!

Regina

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26 Weeks Letter Challenge: H, I, J, K

You got it, I’m catching up on the 26 Weeks Letter Challenge. The last letter posted was G (you can see it here). The reasons for needing to catch up are now public (you can read that here).

H is for Heights

I for one love heights. I have no time for enclosed spaces being a bit claustrophobic myself. But heights? They are a different thing. I love those lifts that are all glass and go all the way up to the 10th floor (that’s as far as I’ve been in one of those lifts). I stand with my nose pressed against the glass looking down. It gives me quite a thrill. I’m looking forward to the time I can walk on one of those glass platform over the Grand Canyon. It may sound weird because I don’t like lifts, but the fact that I can see out (and people can see in in case it gets stuck or something) makes up for it.

Looking down from Table Mountain onto Clifton Beach all the way down below 2016 Regina Martins
Looking down from Table Mountain onto Clifton Beach all the way down below
2016 Regina Martins

 

I is forInfinite Views

From the top of Table Mountain your gaze goes as far as the eye can see. Not too sure if that last sentence makes sense but you know what I mean. Don’t you?

Admiring the infinite views from the top of Table Mountain ©2016 Regina Martins
Admiring the infinite views from the top of Table Mountain
©2016 Regina Martins

 

J is for Jaffa

Looking towards the old Jaffa Port – this is a gorgeous walk along the Tel Aviv promenade. I was approached by a man while I was photographing and he struck up a conversation. I brought that conversation to a screeching halt when he asked me where I was going. He was probably harmless but I kept looking over my shoulder as I walked.

Looking towards Old Jaffa along the Tel Aviv promenade ©2016 Regina Martins
Looking towards Old Jaffa along the Tel Aviv promenade
©2016 Regina Martins

 

K is for Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens

This is one of my favourite places on earth! I’ve written ad nauseum about this piece of bliss in the middle of Cape Town. Well, I hope it hasn’t been ad nauseum. Here’s another pic, this one taken from the top of the Boomslang Tree Canopy Walkway. I’ve also written about that one, just click on the link in the previous sentence to read it.

Looking out over the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens from the top of the Boomslang Tree Canopy Walkway  ©2016 Regina Martins
Looking out over the Kirstenbosch Botanical Gardens from the top of the Boomslang Tree Canopy Walkway
©2016 Regina Martins

 

This post is part of a fun blogging challenge hosted by Lori at Let There Be Peace On Earth. The rules for playing are simple if you fancy entering it yourself.

  • Create your own interpretation and title it: 26 Weeks Letter Challenge:
  • Tag your post to the weekly challenge so others can see it and play along.
  • Get you post in before the following weeks challenge.
  • Use as many pictures as you like representing the weekly letter.
  • Use archived or new pictures. Let us see what you have…
  • Have fun with it…

 

The Countless Stairs Of Lisbon

It’s said that Lisbon is built on seven hills. Indeed it’s a city that has many stairs and elevators to help pedestrians easily navigate the steeply cobbled roads.

If you want to avoid working your leg muscles it’s easy to take a tram, bus, taxi or metro. Me, I prefer walking.

Many years ago my sister and I walked down Calçada do Combro in our high-heels and were surprised when people looked at us strangely. It’s not easy to navigate those cobbles in stilettos, as we discovered soon enough.

There is a system of internal elevators that take you up (or down) from the city centre to Alfama, situated on the slopes of the nearby hill. It’s a lot of fun because you hopscotch your way up from one elevator to another, each elevator in a different residential building that has opened it’s doors and elevators for the elderly residents of the district to use, although anybody can use them. It’s like doing the Tarzan thing, elevator-to-elevator and terrace-to-terrace, until you get to the top – you’ve go to go and experience it yourself!

There are countless stairs throughout the city. I came across the Beco Do Quebra Costas, otherwise translated as “Break Back Alley” – it sounds much better in Portuguese, more colourful and descriptive – whilst walking about the Alfama district of the city.

Can you see why it’s named thus?

Beco do Quebra Costas in Alfama, Lisbon, Portugal ©2016 Regina Martins
Beco do Quebra Costas in Alfama, Lisbon, Portugal
©2016 Regina Martins
Beco do Quebra Costas in Alfama, Lisbon, Portugal ©2016 Regina Martins
Beco do Quebra Costas in Alfama, Lisbon, Portugal
©2016 Regina Martins

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