How can we know when seemingly insignificant events in our life will impact our lives in ways we do not foresee? We can never know; it is only years later, when we look back and gain perspective do we gain appreciation. The experience I would like to share was not earth-shaking or what one might describe as particularly profound; rather, it was merely one of those light, amusing life experiences. Nonetheless, it was an experience that I recall with a smile, and an experience that has helped my vision in naming this blog.
It was 2006. My wife, son and I stepped forth from our rented apartment on the first day of a long awaited trip to Italy. Gabe had been studying the Renaissance in his elementary school “challenge class” and Anne and I had, in the distant past, both had formative experiences in childhood or college while in Europe. It had been many years since we had been in Europe, and it was Gabe’s first time.
It was a bright beautiful morning in May. We walked down a bustling street in Rome, and looking for a place for breakfast, we spied a busy cafe and entered to sights of wonderful looking pastries and the rich smell of espresso. We pointed, smiled and attempted a word or two of very rudimentary Italian to indicate which pastries we were interested in. And then I ordered my coffee.
Anyone who knows me knows I like coffee. I drink a fair amount of coffee, but it is not as though I drink pots and pots of it. I like it strong, I like it black, and I like it in those tiny little espresso cups so I can savor it, nice and hot. Upon first glance at the small espresso coffee cups in the Italian cafe that day in 2006, it was quickly apparent to me that even a “double” espresso was not going to be adequate; so I ordered a “triple.”
“Tre?! Tre?! No, doppio. ” The Italian man said, shaking his head emphatically.
I learned right away that a “triple espresso” was not allowed. Judging by the look of surprise in his eyes, it was as if I had asked the impossible. It was single or double. I attempted to explain that I really did want a triple espresso; but no, sorry, a triple was just not an option. I ordered a double (doppio) espresso, enjoyed it immensely, and then went on to order another double espresso.
This experience was one of those funny little events that happen while traveling. I’ll never forget the look of surprise in the Italian man’s face as I asked for that triple espresso. I didn’t know it at the time, but the stage had been set for “Triple Espresso MD” to be born. Not long ago, Anne and I were bouncing different names for the blog off each other, and perhaps because we were once again traveling in Europe, in a moment of inspiration she exclaimed, “Triple Espresso MD!” It was instantly clear she had hit upon the perfect name for my blog.
I think it is safe to say that proposing a “triple” espresso that day in Rome was not exactly a brilliant insight or a think-outside-the-box new idea. I merely wanted what I thought was an adequate amount of coffee. Still, “triple espresso” symbolizes to me an attempt to look at issues a little differently, from a fresh and creative perspective. In addition, the name is imbued with a sense of humor and makes me smile. And of course, lets not forget that espressos are packed with energy; it is my hope that this blog energizes readers to live a healthy life.
“Triple Espresso MD” is a place for creative and fresh perspectives on health and medicine. I you enjoy it as much as I enjoy my espresso!