Reunited - with friends - and cake

I'm very picky with my cake. It may be because I spent a lot of my childhood in Vienna. I always have something to criticize with cake I get in Berlin. Too creamy, too dry, nearly always too big. I spent the last weekend in Vienna, and confess that as I was without the kids, I moved from one cafe to the next. It was pure bliss and sunshine. The cake was amazing. As were the sunny views of beautiful buildings. The melange coffee, pure perfection. And best of all, as I was in town for a school reunion, I had friends whom I could just relax with. Whom I trust so fully. With whom I now share nearly thirty years of my life. As with the cake, revisiting these friendships, especially in such a beautiful setting, was someing extremely valuable. Gratitude.