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So after my wonderfull morning wake up call (look at previous blog post for details) I decided to go outside and take a walk during the day for a change.

I put on my favorite t-shirt (look at the title to see what's written on it), put the earbuds in my ears and departed.

I remembered seeing a small coffee house downtown that promised on they windowsill having the best coffee in Ocean City. If you follow this blog you'd have noticed that every time I use the word "coffee" in a post it is usually after the word "sucky" or "shitty". That would be caused by the fact that so far all the coffee I've had since arriving in the <i> wonderful </i> US has been falling in one of the two categories - sucky or shitty. So I was pretty excited about trying this new, hopefully good, coffee.

A brisk 30 minute walk later (I had to make a detour and get cigarettes) I was in front of the coffee shop. A thin elderly woman stood there cutting some sort of baked goods. I asked her about the coffee and she informed me where I can get cups, lids, milk and the actual coffee. The tiny cozy coffee house offered several variates, and I asked which are the strongest ones. The lady kindly pointed them out and told me which one she likes best. I chose the second strongest one and filled a large 16 oz cup with it. She offered me some milky ingredient and then I took a sip.

It wasn't shitty.

It wasn't sucky either.

It wasn't good.

It was great coffee.

It was the best coffee I've had since I arrived in the US.

It was better than most Bulgarian coffees I've had.

The lady kindly even gave me a discount as I work here in Ocean City, and I proceeded to buy a brownie as well.

Fuck, the brownie was awesome too!

I went outside found a nice shady place and sat there. I put on whatever Bulgarian music I had in my phone, looked at the ocean and while I was drinking the nice coffee, nomming the awesome brownie and smoking the cheap cigarette I pretended I was back home, looking at the sea. The water was too clear, it was too clean around me, and the benches were too not-broken, but it sort of worked out.

After that I proceeded and visited an art gallery, the only one I know of in Ocean City, and they had some awesome stuff. Lots of posters, lots of paintings, lots of pictures, a ridiculous amount of variety. I ought to take some pictures and share them with you guys.

Tomorrow morning I'm putting on this t-shirt again, I'm gonna visit the same coffee house, and I'm even gonna leave something in the tip jar, cuz damn finally I know where I can find good coffee. This is one of the best things that have happened so far and it made this one of the better mornings since I am in this place.

Thanks for reading.