One thing I've cheated myself on at home,

(and possibly won't do anything about it),

is not enjoying, savoring, the aroma 

of ground coffee, freshly brewed in the a.m.

At home I pop a plastic pod into my Keurig

and have a decent cup of coffee, yes,

but here, whether in the kitchen, or in a café,

having a cup takes on a more sensory role

as does much in Italy.

It's that 'flattening' of quotidien moments

that just seems, to me anyway, more expeditious, 

even 'smarter' in the US.

But is it?

It's all my own fault,

I've caved in on so many things,

taking the easy, modern, efficient way;

thankfully being here re-acquaints me

with the idea of taking things a little more slowly.