Well, I'm back in Lisbon, to a new job and to the adventure of everyday life (as opposed to the comfort of being taken care of at my parents' house on an idyllic island).
I miss my mom's crunchy salads everyday for lunch and the latte my dad makes for me everyday after lunch. It's a stark contrast to the leftovers I eat for several days while braving life here on my own. Everyone says their mom's cooking is the best, but I do appreciate my mom's healthy food (I guess I owe my health-freakness to her) which you just feel good about eating. She always has salads for lunch and soups for dinner.
Every now and then, when I get nostalgic, I think about those salads for lunch and that coffee sprinkled with cinnamon.
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