Greece changed me. I am not sure how exactly that happened, but it did.
I spent the last 10 or so years in the country, where the word frappe means more than just a drink. It’s a part of the culture. It’s one of most used words. It’s one of those words, which are recognized everywhere and by everybody. Frappe affects everything here, from weather to population growth. It’s that important.
And still I managed to mostly ignore it. Sure, I had an occasional frappe here or there, but I was neither hooked on it, nor enjoyed it a great deal. Beer, regular coffee, or orange juice – these all were way better for my personal tastes.
And here I am. After just 3 days in Greece, I am frappaholic. Frappaddict. Frappaniac. I can’t live through a single day without at least one frappe. My caffeine intake jumped like never before. In the last week I’ve consumed more milk than I did in my whole life. And with summer coming in, I don’t think there is a chance for this trend to change anytime soon.
So, how do you make your frappe?