Compared to most normal college students my addiction to coffee is very mild. In fact I can barely stand to sip on the bitter, dark liquid so many obsess over unless it’s drowning in caramel, peppermint mocha or pumpkin spice 
flavoring. So you can imagine that upon my arrival in Italy I was skeptical to try a simple 
cappuccino.

It’s just a shot of espresso and hot foamed milk. Surprisingly enough, as I took this first sip at a random café I came upon in Florence, Italy, my immediate thought was that this cappuccino blew Starbucks’ coffee out of the water. While Italy is known for it handmade pasta, fresh pizza and decadent wines, we must not forget to recognize Italians superb ability to provide an outrageously smooth cup of joe at literally any of their local cafés.