We spent five weeks in Spain. Five weeks. And the one place that I keep thinking about is a little coffee shop in Granada called The Milagrosa Cafe. At first I found this to be a bit weird, I mean there is SO much we saw and did in Spain, not to mention that the illustrious Alhambra is just a few blocks away in Granada, but the place I desperately want to go back to is this lovely cafe.
How bizarre, right? But maybe not so bizarre…
When we travel, people and places should leave an impression, it should evoke some sort of emotion, and if we’re lucky enough to be paying attention, it can stay with us forever.
The Milagrosa Cafe made me feel special from the second the waitress smiled, handed us a menu and quickly returned with a sample of juice for us on a beautiful blue glass plate. I immediately knew I’d like it here. As I looked around I loved the design of the entire place, from the soft grey walls, the floral wallpaper on one wall, to the light pink chairs.
If heaven has a coffee shop, this was what it would look like.
As someone who travels and works from all sorts of places, when you stumbled upon a place that makes you feel like you belong, you grab it and hold onto it as long as you can. Harris and I came back for our morning coffee and breakfast and sat in the exact same spot, four times. I was a bit obsessed with this place. Even the staff intrigued me, they were exceptionally good looking in their blue and white striped shirts and grey aprons.
The stylish details made me light up with joy. The tea was delivered on a beautiful tray with a porcelain tea pot, I tried to contain myself. I snapped pictures of everything we ordered trying not to make a scene. Everything was perfect, no it was magnificent!
Which is exactly what milagrosa means. (thank you google translate)
The Milagrosa Cafe is actually more than a coffee shop, it’s a full restaurant, and wine and tapas bar too. I actually regretted not stopping by there at night to sample more of their food and grab a glass of wine, but then I thought nope, I had our mornings etched in my mind perfectly and was happy to leave that way.
Maybe calling this my favorite place in Granda isn’t so strange…it’s the little things in life, right?