Cappuccino chronicles
From the most delicious iced cappuccino at Rome’s Giolitti to subpar cappuccinos at the campus café, the cappuccino will forever be linked to my time abroad in a small town in Italy. Most memorably, each morning, I’d stop by Urbino’s Café degli Amici on the way to class, where the same two baristas would smile at me and knowingly ask, “un cappuccino?” before whipping up the drink with impressive speed.