Can you smell the coffee? My Nespresso Pixie is making a small cup of Linizio Lungo coffee. Anyone who knows us, will know that Mojito’s day begins with a cup or two of the best coffee in the world.
The question; ‘How far will you go for a Small cup of Nespresso Coffee?’
The answer; ‘To nearly the end of the world.’
We sailed to Rome, not to look at art or ancient buildings or visit Pope Francis. Oh no, we sailed hundreds of miles for Nespresso Coffee capsules.
The story began in Gibraltar, February this year. Not finding a Nespresso shop on the Rock, we rented a car, drove to Spain and 150 miles later, find the Nespresso Boutique in Marbella closed for the winter. Then we fly to South Africa in April, order Nespresso capsules even before saying hallo to the family. A few weeks later we fly back to Gibraltar. James, very happy, because we have coffee on the boat again and he drinks about four cups a day. Sailing to Barcelona we buy some more for ‘in case.’ Sailing to France, we ran out four weeks later. Taking the train to Nice, we buy more capsules, thinking it will last a few months.
Guess what, we ran out just after we sailed to Elba in Italy. Next stop, Corsica and I google Nespresso Boutiques there. No luck, again. Sail to Sardinia, stay in the most expensive marina we’ve ever been in and take a taxi to Porto Cervo, because google promises a Nespresso Shop there. And no, there is not!
Back to the boat. Sail south another few hundred miles to Cagliari in southern Sardinia because Google again says there are two shops. Walk miles and take a bus, only to find that they sell the machines and not the capsules. Nespresso, you guys, should take note. Why not sell the capsules AND coffee machines? In most shops you have to order the capsules on the internet for delivery a few days later — we cannot order on the internet because we are not Spanish, French or Italian residents.
Still no coffee and we are getting desperate. Next stop Rome, sail another few hundred miles, take a train, the metro, a tram, walk some more, and we find the Nespresso Boutique in the Piazza de Spagna, al last.
So for a small cup of Nespresso coffee, we sailed hundreds of miles, took planes, trains, automobiles, trams, buses and walked a few more miles.
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