It has been six years since I left Haiti at the age of four. For me it’s been a lifetime at this point. So long that I don’t remember any of the basic rituals of my family. Jet lag knocked me out so badly the night before, I don’t remember what I did after getting off the plane. Bleary eyed and confused I don’t understand why I’m being woken up. The desire to return to sleep so strong I nearly said a curse word. But in that moment a breeze blew in a mouth-watering aroma I didn’t want nor could ignore. My mouth was open to complain but my tongue sampled the scent and I was rendered speechless. I became so enveloped in the aroma that I barely noticed the coolness of the concrete floor nor the fact that I had even gotten up and walked to the kitchen table. My focus turned to the source of my tantalization. A cup that grandma placed on the table for me. It was just a simple cup of coffee with two sticks of cinnamon in it. The fragrant cup was match by an alluring flavor. It felt like a warm hug with a kiss from …show more content…
Nothing seems to compare. One frigid morning before work I walked across the street to get a cup of coffee while I waited for my work supervisor to arrive and unlock the door. Much to my surprise, an aroma that I hadn’t smelled since I was little greeted me at the doorway of the bakery. In that moment, I was a little girl walking into grandma’s kitchen. When my turn to order arrived I stumbled with my limited Spanish to say, “Café con leche y canela.” As much I despise being awake before sunrise, that morning I was grateful for that pre-dawn rising. With tears in my eyes I took a sip and felt again my grandma’s hug and kiss. I will never see her again due to her passing away but with that cup she was with me for the whole day. That hint of fresh cinnamon carries the spirit of grandma for me. It still is the scent of her traveling through time and space to give me a hug and a
I was born in Colombia, South America and lived there until I turned seven. Before I moved to the states, I attended a public school and was on the competitive swim team for my school. I earned many awards the year and a half I swam for my school. I took pride in competing with girls three to four years older than me. I also remember how different things were there than they are here in the states.
It begins to grow empty and desolate, being how no human life habits it. It also somewhat becomes a reminder of Grandfather’s death. Consequently, it ends up turning into a great, up and running coffeehouse again, and Mattie gets to pursue her dream. Anderson uses description and imagery to depict the good that comes out of this. The detailed sentence, “Three days after we opened for business, every chair in the room was filled, the air thick again with arguments, tobacco smoke, and the smell of fresh coffee and cakes...
Not long ago, a close friend of mine, Sierra, invited me to go to a retro ice cream parlor in Oakland with her family. In fact, her family has been going to this creamery since she was three years old. Sierra’s family would drive out to Oakland to go to the famous Fentons Creamery once a year. Opened in 1894, Fentons is a family-owned world famous establishment ("Fentons Creamery and Restaurant”). Stepping into the parlor was like a blast from the past; I was instantly hypnotized by the artisans making the ice cream from scratch.
On August 29, 2005, a category five hurricane, named Hurricane Katrina struck the city of New Orleans and destroyed everything in its path. As all the other residents of New Orleans, I was one of the people who experienced this horrible disaster. No one ever predicts that this kind of thing will ever happen to them. Everyone has their story about what happened to them during Hurricane Katrina, but I am going to tell you about my experience and how to affected my life.
The man’s response resulted for the woman to feel disquiet and annoyed. Avoiding further discomfort, she divert the subject by asking him if they could try a different drink, the man then agreed. Consequently, the man asked her to come and enjoy their second drink inside the patio. Upon taking a sip of beer, the woman tried to emphasize that everything tastes like liquorice, especially for everything that you have waited for, like absinthe. An absinthe that not only famous by its calming effect but also as an aphrodisiac.
I’m able to resonate with a plethora of things, yet the thing I consider my identity is I’m an adopted, Haitian immigrant. I was born in Haiti in 1998, in a small village in Thomazeau, I moved to Croix-des- Bouquets right after my birth and I lived there until I was 9 years old. My family's financial situation was adequate. My mom was always able to find a way to make ends meet. This cause our neighbor to be envious of us.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted to leave…. I grew up here for nine years since I was a baby, but the feeling of me leaving didn’t feel right. I didn’t really know what to utter to my dad I didn’t want to go. Jamaica was fun living their having childhood memories was the best and leaving them behind was never my idea. I remember when my dad left New York to come to Jamaica to prepare my paperwork….when we were standing in line
In my life ive had lots of memorable events , but the most unforgettable one was my graduation trip to Cancun Mexico. when I first found out I was going to this trip I thought it would be so easy as in just get up and go, but no this trip took tons of planing, the most important part of this trip was getting my passport that took about five weeks to arrive, once I received my passport then I was able to start booking my flight, that's when the excitement started,then I booked my hotel. I took care of all the important things then I started looking into placing and things I would be visiting such as beaches,water parks, entertainment shows,shopping centers,restaurants,etc The day arrived off we go to Cancun my boyfriend,friends and I, We got to the airport early that morning went thought security then we grabbed are tickets found are gate number then took a sit while we wait for the plane
Each and every one of them received a hot meal. As Rufus bit into the delicious and spectacular food that tasted as heaven in a bowl his taste buds successfully lit up giving him a joyous feeling. He devoured the delicious food but he did so slowly as he was used to absolutely no food, this was a gift. The overwhelming and pleasant smell of home cooked food aggressively filled Rufus’s nose all night long. This was the first terrific sleep he had ever gotten and he cherished the comfortable, cozy bed he laid upon.
Last summer I went on vacation to Puerto Rico with my cousins. We did really fun things like snorkeling, a boat ride, and eating at many wonderful places. Although all those sound really fun, I want to talk about the time I met the most cutest, most fluffiest, most friendliest, animal ever. It all started off on a breezy summer night while my cousins and family were chillin’ at our hotel pool.
Although the room was frigid, the heat from the cup calmed me down slightly as I wrapped my palms around the flimsy, plastic cup. I closed my eyes. I breathed in the piquant aroma of coffee
The sound of birds chirping garishly outside my window, wakens me from a deep slumber. Opening my eyes, I see the morning sun’s rays illuminating my room. I’m longing for sleep to engulf me back into its warm embrace. My father ruins any hope of going back to sleep as he hollers upstairs that breakfast is ready. Standing up and doing a morning stretch is when I first smell it.
We had been outside to do some cleaning. Hose down the house and car. Seeing Cray come outside in shorts and my white top always set my imagination in motion. How it loosely fit her making me want to outline her body and how it just barely showed her black bra beneath. It would be silly to think I hadn’t thought about taking the hose I was prepping and spraying her with it, but for now I was at least pretending to act like work was on my mind.
A memorable and heavenly man aroma filled the air. The smell of cherry, wintergreen, apple, and butternut flavoured pipe and tobacco smoke mixed with the scent of hair tonics, pomades, oils, and neck powders. These aromas became ingrained in the wood and every cranny of the shop. The moment a man stepped inside, he was enveloped in the warm and welcoming familiarity. He was immediately able to relax, and as soon as the hot lather hit his face, his cares would simply melt away.”
They sell the finest coffee from all over the world. It also has a book corner in the left hand side of the shop where we can buy books. They make very good coffee as well. This place is an ideal place for students and employees to release stress. As I made my way through the transparent glass door, a blanket of warm air hit me and the rich aroma of coffee which was delectable.