Coffee.

You either love it,or hate it.But you cannot be indifferent to a really strong smelling aromatic cup of coffee.I would walk a mile for it and have done so in the past,yes, a mile. And if it is not to my liking I wont drink it.I am quite happy to be a week, or two,even longer, without coffee, if it does not come up to my expectations.And unfortunately on ships it often does not.It is either served wishy washy without any oomph, or the milk has the most awful smell and taste.And that makes the coffee unpalatable to me.There is Costa Coffee served on Ventura, ordered some yesterday with an extra shot.And it was good. Not super duper die for a cup of coffee good, but good.Good coffee is as important to me, as civilized neighbours.Yesterday morning a couple said hello.And smiled,both of them. And they knew how to handle a knife and a fork. Why some people consider good manners unimportant? I was born into poverty.My family was amongst the poorest in the village,if not the poorest.But I fell in love with the written word the moment I could read.And books had opened up a new world to me and offered life I never knew existed, And when I went into the big world I wanted to be as good, if not better, than any-one else,best among equals. You observe and learn. And I did. Last night a couple with about a 5 year old girl were sitting close to me. He was eating like a pig,smacking his lips,licking the knife,talking with his mouth-full.She followed him full speed.I do not recall seeing an uglier picture in a restaurant for a long time.The little girl knew no different, she should, at 5, be able to handle a knife and a fork correctly,she did not. Head-phones on at the dinner table in a four star restaurant! Who teaches their child, that this is acceptable? She will grow up to be their disgusting mini me. It takes so little to be well behaved and civilized,yet it takes so much.