Now, more than three weeks removed from this tiny heavenly form of delight, I find that I miss it terribly. I love the whole ritual of having cappuccino. Standing in line with the locals to place my order and watching in awe at how quickly and gracefully the baristas work. And enjoying the virtually theatrical sounds of the Espresso machine alternatively grinding the fresh coffee beans and steaming the milk. And the intensity of the Italian language spoken by the locals as they traded words with each other.