Coffee in Wiesbaden

This week started with me visiting Wiesbaden, a small town near Frankfurt. It was rather a spur of the moment decision, as I spontaneously accepted an invitation to visit a good friend and colleague, who like me, is a great coffee fan. The afternoon passed by quickly with us chatting over a cup of coffee and later, over dinner with a glass of wine.  Not a bad day after all, although it didn't start so great.

Coffee person

As somebody who suffers from jet lag constantly I worship coffee.
I am a much nicer person after I have had my morning cup. And I like to have an espresso in the afternoon. And sometimes a cup in between. I've developed a proper coffee addiction. But, I am not a coffee snob. Unlike some people, I see nothing wrong with Starbucks, and if nothing else is available, even instant coffee will suffice.
Coffee tastes so differently in every country: big mugs of weak coffee in the States, the very, very sweet Vietnamese coffee that I had to dilute with more water to make it drinkable, tiny cups of thick Turkish coffee, or boiling water poured over grounded coffee beans and left for few minutes to settle, the way we drink it at my parents house. I could just sit here and talk about coffee for hours :)