Wandering the early morning streets of a small pristine mountain town, the crisp winter breeze caresses my cheeks and a familiar aroma fills my nose. Memories of my European travels come flooding back. Knowing the treasures behind the scent I follow the trail.
Finding myself downtown, I peer into the large window with a hand painted sign “Bean Bag Coffee Roasters”. I see a figure closely watching a burgundy hand crafted machine. My nose fills again with the distinct aroma and I decide to step inside.
A friendly barista greets me as I walk through the doors. My mouth waters with the rich smells of the room.
