There's a cafe in Vienna that is pretty famous. It's called Cafe Hawelka. This was probably my favorite cafe this summer. The roomies and I frequented it a few times for some delicious bread and jam and of course the coffee. There's no menu at Hawelka. You simply tell the waiter what you want. I woke up this morning craving a semmel and apricot marmalade, which made me think of this wonderful place. I sometimes still think it's hard to believe I can't just pop out the door, hop on the Strassenbahn, and walk down Kärtnerstrasse to Hawelka and Stephansdom and all the wonderful things in Vienna that I miss right now.
I'm learning a lot lately. I'm learning that God isn't finished with the pruning inside of me. I'm coming to find out that there's a lot of junk left that I still have to let go of. And I may never see the end result. But it started this summer. And it is a process I love and hate at the same time.
So, since I can't go to Hawelka, I decided to just post a picture of our last breakfast there the day before we left Vienna. Try not to crave ;)