Mom, Dad, I wanna be a barista

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When I was a little girl, my family used to gather for Sunday lunch at my grandparents’. We would be over 15 people around the table, and, at the end of the meal, I would prepare coffee for everyone. I was maybe around 10 years old when I started using one of the first versions of the Nespresso machine.

As the years went by, I got better at it, stopped spilling boiling hot espresso over myself, and became a perfect little family waitress.

Later, I found out about all these other coffee recipes, from cappuccinos to mochas, latte macchiatos or americanos. The techniques and skills of the baristas I met blew me away, it was like a whole new world opened to me.

I love coffee shops. I could spend hours there listening to the never-ending rumbling of people chatting, chairs being moved around, sounds of spoons hitting cups, of the espresso machine coughing once in a while, the smell of warm coffee and foamed milk, heated croissants and ham sandwiches. It’s where I feel good, at peace, and where I can concentrate the best.

While I live in Italy, I figured it was time for me to uncover the secrets of baristas. I enrolled in a one-day course to learn all about coffee and how to make it right. I met extraordinary people from all over the world, all passionate about this little bean, and willing to share their passion with me. I learned how coffee was made, the techniques used to get the best beans, how to prepare the right Italian espresso and the real cappuccino. I even managed to make some sort of latte art!

I’m a full grown, educated woman with 2 masters degrees, travelling around Europe, and what I want now is to balance this digital nomad, freelance life, with a hands-on barista life.