Sniffle, sniffle... This is close as I get to a macchiato these days. How I miss starting my days off downing a couple of macchiato te madhe. My love of Kosovo and the Balkans stems from the simpler aspects like the people and their coffee. However it seems oxymoronic because of the tenuous under currents in their respective cultures which are far from simple but strong as a macchiato in the AM.
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