Of all the java joints in all the world

A few good coffee memories

I just spent the evening with Steph and Krista, which reminds me of the time they were in Kotor with their cruise ship and I took the bus from Herceg Novi to spend the day with them. First thing we did upon meeting was get coffees and catch up. It was mid-September, and I had been away from home for about four months. In all my solo travelling experiences, that day is one of my favourites. I was about six weeks into my Montenegro stay and had grown accustomed to getting by with minimal English and my equally minimal command of the local language.

My in-person behaviour was no less wacky than this gif would have you believe.

When it was time for them to return to their ship, we parted ways and I found myself at the station with an hour to spare before the next bus back to Herceg Novi. I went into the little cafe next to the parking lot and ordered a coffee, managing the whole transaction in Serbian. How strange, after spending all day speaking my homiest English, to find that switching to my stunted version of Serbian felt a little bit like coming home.

It’s late-ish, and Krista and Steph just left. Rather than take my brain into some deep exploration of life and travel, maybe it’s a nice time to reminisce about some of the coffee places that have served as a home base while I was travelling.