The Hunger.

OMG, I just woke up and I'm positively famished. I realise complaining isn't going to get food in my belly but the trouble is, I've been putting off food shopping so long I've only got a potato. And I don't feel like potato for breakfast. That's one thing I miss more than most about travelling - having breakfast either provided by the hostel - or - at the cafe next door to the hostel. Right now I'm facing a twenty minute walk down to IGA, half an hour of browsing the meagre aisles for gluten free, vegetarian goods and a twenty minute walk back before I can even think about eating. AND don't forget the "but, I just woke up!" dilemma. Like, do I have to shower before I leave the house? I mean, it is only 8am. And if I don't shower then I don't want to put clean clothes on. But I can't leave the house in dirty clothes, can I? I guess that means I'm showering. Drats.

If I were in Paris I'd just duck next door for a croissant, or a crepe.

OR in Berlin I'd definitely drop by Marx Caffe for a cup of tea and the farmers breakfast!

In Vienna, as boring as it sounds, I was so excited to have cereals at the hostel. 

And in Venice they served the most amazing berry and yoghurt trifle I have ever seen or tasted in my life.

Heck, even the toast in Florence would thrill me right now!

But, no matter where in the world I am, nothing beats a nice hot, creamy, cafe latte.

Oh dear lord, somebody please get me to a Cafe?