This morning I didn’t scrub my coffee cup out quite well enough, so my coffee tastes like jasmine green tea. Hobos may ACT like they would glady stomach any coffee-like concoction, but I think at heart we’re coffee snobs. Nothing will make a person more appreciative of the vast differences in java brews than wide travels. Italy especially spoiled me, a $1 cappucino sipped in the fresh morning air above a Cinque Terre harbor is such a perfect way to start a day that it seems impossible that the remaining hours will bring anything but joy. Where a day started with jasmine green coffee leads, I am less eager to discover.