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TRAVELLIVE 07-2016

My grandfather often took me to school in the mornings when I was a little girl. We usually left earlier and stopped by a bakery near my school. He ordered cakes and milk for me while choosing a cup of black coffee with filter for him. When eating my food, I loved counting the drops of coffee falling down through the filter, wondering how they tasted. Once, when my grandfather was buying a magazine, I surreptitiously dipped a finger in the cup of coffee. Bitter! It was the first time I tasted it and couldn’t understand why the drink that many adults love was so bitter. That time I felt like I would never like coffee.

My grandfather often took me to school in the mornings when I was a little girl. We usually left earlier and stopped by a bakery near my school. He ordered cakes and milk for me while choosing a cup of black coffee with filter for him. When eating my food, I loved counting the drops of coffee falling down through the filter, wondering how they tasted. Once, when my grandfather was buying a magazine, I surreptitiously dipped a finger in the cup of coffee. Bitter! It was the first time I tasted it and couldn’t understand why the drink that many adults love was so bitter. That time I felt like I would never like coffee.

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TH TOÄ SOÑN<br />

LÛc nh·, t´i th≠Íng Æ≠Óc ´ng nÈi Æ≠a tÌi tr≠Íng mÁi s∏ng.<br />

Hai ´ng ch∏u Æi sÌm rÂi tÌi hµng b∏nh ng‰t g«n cÊng tr≠Íng.<br />

§ng g‰i b∏nh ng‰t vµ s˜a cho t´i rÂi mÈt phin cµ ph cho<br />

m◊nh. Trong khi ®n, t´i th›ch Æ’m tıng gi‰t cµ ph s„ng s∏nh<br />

r¨i vµo ly cÒa ´ng, t m kh´ng bi’t th¯ n≠Ìc s…m n©u kia<br />

c„ v th’ nµo. C„ l«n, tranh thÒ lÛc ´ng sang Æ≠Íng mua<br />

b∏o, t´i Æ∏nh li“u nhÛng mÈt ng„n tay vµo ly cµ ph rÂi Æ≠a<br />

ln mi÷ng. ßæng nghät. ß„ lµ l«n Æ«u t´i bi’t, th¯ th¯c uËng<br />

ng≠Íi lÌn yu th›ch kia lπi c„ v Ææng Æ’n nh≠ th’, cÚng khi<br />

†y, con nh„c t´i ngh‹ rªng sœ chºng bao giÍ yu nÊi cµ ph.<br />

Nh˜ng n®m h‰c c†p 3, hµng ngµy Æπp xe tÌi tr≠Íng t´i<br />

th≠Íng Æi qua mÈt ti÷m rang xay cµ ph. ßoπn phË Æ„ chÿ<br />

cho phäp chπy xe 1 chi“u, lÛc v“ sœ ph∂i Æi lËi kh∏c. VÀy nn<br />

s∏ng nµo Æ’n tr≠Íng t´i cÚng Æπp xe thÀt chÀm Æ” Æ≠Óc h›t<br />

hµ mÔi th¨m tı ti÷m cµ ph n‰. L«n Æ«u tin t´i quy’t Ænh<br />

“n’m” lπi cµ ph cÚng bÎi mÔi h≠¨ng nÂng th¨m mÁi s∏ng<br />

Æ„, t˘ nhÒ kh´ng nn v◊ sÓ mµ b· lÏ nh˜ng Æi“u mÌi lπ...<br />

Nhi“u n®m sau, t´i cÒa hi÷n tπi lµ kŒ lu´n bæt Æ«u ngµy mÌi<br />

bªng cµ ph. C´ng vi÷c vµ sÎ th›ch giÛp t´i c„ c¨ hÈi Æ∆t<br />

ch©n tÌi nhi“u mi“n Ɔt mÌi. ô Æ©u, t´i cÚng lu´n dµnh<br />

chÛt thÍi gian buÊi s∏ng Æ” th≠Îng th¯c mÈt ly “n≠Ìc n©u<br />

s„ng s∏nh”, khi th◊ tı mÈt qu∏n cµ ph c„ hµng gh’ bn vÿa<br />

hà l∑ng mπn, lÛc lπi trong mÈt kh∏ch sπn, khu nghÿ d≠Ïng<br />

sang tr‰ng. MÁi n¨i, mÁi mi“n Ɔt Æ“u khi’n cµ ph n¨i Æ„<br />

mang h≠¨ng v kh∏c nhau cÚng nh≠ c∏ch th≠Îng th¯c kh∏c<br />

nhau. T´i ch‰n cho m◊nh c∏ch ring Æ” kh∏m ph∏ v®n h„a<br />

Æa ph≠¨ng qua vi÷c th≠Îng th¯c cµ ph Î nh˜ng n¨i m◊nh<br />

Æ∆t ch©n Æ’n.<br />

Bπn ÆÂng hµnh th©n m’n, s∏ng nay bπn Æang dıng ch©n Î<br />

mi“n Ɔy nµo vÀy? Vµ... bπn Æ∑ cµ ph ch≠a?<br />

TÀn h≠Îng<br />

kh´ng gian<br />

th≠ gi∑n tπi<br />

nh˜ng kh∏ch<br />

sπn, khu nghÿ<br />

d≠Ïng cao<br />

c†p hay kh∏m<br />

ph∏ nh˜ng<br />

homestay ÆÈc<br />

Æ∏o.<br />

Enjoy<br />

relaxing<br />

spaces at<br />

luxurious<br />

hotels and<br />

resorts or<br />

explore<br />

unique<br />

homestays.<br />

My grandfather often took me to<br />

school in the mornings when I was a<br />

little girl. We left earlier and stopped<br />

by a bakery. He ordered cakes and<br />

milk for me and a cup of black coffee<br />

with filter for him. When eating, I loved<br />

counting the drops of coffee falling<br />

down through the filter, wondering<br />

how they tasted. Once, when my<br />

grandfather was buying a magazine,<br />

I surreptitiously dipped a finger in his<br />

cup. Bitter! It was the first time I tasted<br />

it, realizing the drink that many adults<br />

love was so bitter. That time I felt like I<br />

would never like coffee.<br />

At high school, I passed a coffee roasting<br />

shop every day. It was a one-way street,<br />

I could only went through it once a day,<br />

so I always tried to ride slowly to sniff<br />

the aroma from the shop. The fragrant<br />

smell of coffee that time encouraged<br />

me to try it again. We should never be<br />

afraid of new things!<br />

Time flies. I now always start my day<br />

with a cup of coffee. My work and<br />

hobbies allow me to travel a lot. No<br />

matter where I am, be it a romantic<br />

cafä or a luxurious hotel, I always spend<br />

time enjoying that “brown drink”. Each<br />

place boasts its own way of drinking<br />

coffee. Trying coffee in different lands<br />

is a license for me to explore the local<br />

culture.<br />

My dear readers, where are you<br />

travelling? And have you tried out<br />

coffee in that new land?<br />

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<strong>TRAVELLIVE</strong><br />

Th∂o Nguy‘n<br />

Managing Editor

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