I’m checking out a new coffee shop in downtown ABQ today. Kumba Coffee has been on Lomas and Second for a couple months. The owner is super sweet and there’s good space for working. There’s even decent parking in a lot behind the building. I think I’ll come back.
Seen outside the RV park I’m at: I only need coffee on days beginning with y. Cliche at this point, but yes yes and yes. And also yes.
Mural on coffee shop in Socorro, New Mexico.
I’ve mentioned how baristas spell my name at coffee shops here. In a surprisingly fun turn of events this happened at Starbucks. AndI didn’t even have to spell it! Aaaaand then when my drink was ready, another barista yelled “Kaay-Rin”. So, I guess you can’t win ’em all.
In a tiny town in rural Utah that can barely claim 300 people, there’s a coffee shop that proudly stands up alongside the cutest and coffee-est of coffee shops in any metropolitan area. My husband and I walked into this adorable little shop to get my coffee fix. After taking our order the barista asks…
I want these signs for my house. We saw these at a navajo taco/coffee food truck near Monument Valley, the kids and I had a huge giggle over them.
