A Breakfast in Tel Aviv

That morning couldn’t have been better. The sun was shining and you could really feel the freshness of the air. The day had started off by having a nice breakfast on the balcony. The smell of coffee and food was a reminiscent of my childhood when my family used to cook a traditional Lebanese breakfast for on the weekend. Just That moment alone was enough to bring my childhood memories back. I didn’t want to think about that though. It made me feel maudlin (better: sentimental. Maudlin is an extremely rarely used word in English.  In fact I had to look up its meaning!) But/However, (in English, beginning a sentence with "but" is considered poor grammar) the truth was that Tel Aviv had really opened my eyes to the quietness peace and the tranquility. There I was I, luxuriating in the silence while sipping on my coffee which was more bitter than I would’ve preferred. Tel Aviv was one of those kind of places that make you feel more mellow when you leave. And (beginning a sentence with "and" is also considered poor grammar in English) Though I definately did have had to leave. indeed.

I didn’t know when it began but I had started getting cold feet about the whole operation at some point of my visit. I wasn’t sure about dropping by the market anymore. But However, everything was now arranged and I couldn’t fail/disappoint myself or them. I couldn’t fail in my mission. me. It was expected of me! My work had been very lackadaisical lately and this was the opportunity to sort out all the recent problems with the organisation. If the operation succeeded, I would also mend fences with Claire. I would even propose to her! So, I had to pull myself together and meet Ramjid at the Spices Market stall. He would hand the money over to me and then I would just have 40 minutes to head to the airport. It was supposed to be very easy. Why I was I so nervous though? ‘I’ll do it’, I said. I will even buy some cloves at the spices stall. I know how Claire loves c…(cough) (cough)…cloov (cough) (cough). Clooov (cough). Then it dawned on me, the coffee aftertaste. Coffee was not supposed to be bitter in Israel. I was choking. Heeeelp!

Very well done Andrés!  Your composition was very well composed and you used a very advanced level of English (even making me look up the meaning of a couple of seldom used English words!).  I hope my minor corrections and suggestions help you to improve your level even further.  Saludos amigo!

A Breakfast in Tel Aviv

That morning couldn’t be better. The sun was shining and you could really feel the freshness of the air. The day had start off by having a nice breakfast on the balcony. The smell of coffee and food was a reminiscent of my childhood when my family used to cook a traditional Lebanse breakfast for the weekend. Just that moment alone was enough to bring my childhood memories back. I didn’t want to think about that though. It made me feel maudlin. But the truth was that Tel Aviv had really opened my eyes to the quietness and the tranquility. There was I, luxuriating in the silence while sipping on my coffee which was more bitter than I would’ve preferred. Tel Aviv was one of these kind of places that make you feel more mellow when you leave. And I had to leave indeed.

I didn’t know when it begun but I had started getting cold feet about the whole operation at some point of my visit. I wasn’t sure about dropping by the market anymore. But everything was now arranged and I couldn’t fail them. I couldn’t fail me. It was expected of me! My work had been very lackadaisical lately and this was the opportunity to sort out all the recent problems with the organisation. If the operation succeeded, I would also mend fences with Claire. I would even propose to her! So I had to pull myself together and meet Ramjid at the Spices Market stall. He would hand the money over me and then I would just have 40 minutes to head to the airport. It was supposed to be very easy. Why I was so nervous though? ‘I’ll do it’, I said. I will even buy some cloves at the spices stall. I know how Claire loves c…(cough) (cough)…cloov (cough) (cough). Clooov (cough). Then it dawned on me, the coffee aftertaste, coffee was not supposed to be bitter in Israel. I was choking. Heeeelp!

The morning could not have been better. The sun was shining and you could really feel the freshness of the air. The day had started off with a nice breakfast on the balcony. The smell of coffee and food was reminiscent of my childhood, when my family used to cook a traditional Lebanese breakfast at the weekend. Just that moment alone was enough to bring back my childhood memories. I didn't want to think about that though. It made me feel maudlin. But (not strictly correct to start a sentence with but, but this is an informal piece) the truth was that Tel Aviv had really opened my eyes to quietness and tranquility. There I was, luxuriating in the silence while sipping my coffee, which was more bitter than I should have preferred. (should is more correct than would with I, though noone minds, but you can't shorten would have to would've). Tel Aviv was one of those places that make you feel mellower when you leave. And I really had to leave. (again you should not start a sentence with And if it is formal)

I did not know when it began, but I had started to get cold feet about the whole operation at some point in the visit. I wasn't sure about calling in at the market any more. But eveything was arranged now, and I could not let them down. I couldn't let myself down. It was expected of me! My work had been lackadaisical lately (sounds a bit odd with a very there as lackadaisical is more of a yes / no thing) and this was the chance to sort out all the recent problems with the organisation. If the operation succeeded I would also be able to mend fences with Claire. I would even propose to her! So I had to pull myself together and meet Ramjid at the spices stall in the market. He would hand me over the money and then I would have just 40 minutes to head to the airport. It was supposed to be very simple. So why was I so nervous? "I'll do it" I said. I would even buy some cloves at the spice stall. I know how Claire lives c...-cough- clo...-cough, cough- clove... - cough. Then it dawned on me: the coffee aftertaste - coffee was not supposed to be bitter in Israel. I was choking. Help!

A Breakfast in Tel Aviv

That morning couldn’t be better. The sun was shining and you could really feel the freshness of the air. The day had started off by having with a nice breakfast on the balcony. The smell of coffee and food was a reminiscent of my childhood when my family used to cook a traditional Lebanse breakfast for on the weekend. Just that moment alone was enough to bring my childhood memories back. I didn’t want to think about that though. It made me feel maudlin. But the truth was that Tel Aviv had  has really opened my eyes to the (peacefulness) quietness and the tranquility. There was I, luxuriating relaxing in the silence while sipping on my coffee which was more bitter than I would’ve preferred imagined. Tel Aviv was one of these the kind of places that makes you feel calm more mellow when you leave. And I had to leave indeed.

I didn’t know when it begun began but I had started getting cold feet about the whole operation at some point of during my visit. I wasn’t sure about dropping by going to the market anymore. But everything was already now arranged and I had to go I couldn’t fail them. I couldn’t fail me myself.  It was expected of me! My work had has been very lackadaisical lately and this was the opportunity to sort out all the recent problems with the organisation. If the operation succeeded, I would also mend fences fix things (or heal things) with Claire. I would even propose to her! So I had to pull myself together and meet Ramjid at the Spices Market stall. He would hand the money over me and then I would just have 40 minutes to head to the airport. It was supposed to be very easy. Why I was so nervous though? ‘I’ll do it’, I said. I will even buy some cloves at the spices stall. I know how Claire loves c…(cough) (cough)…cloov (cough) (cough). Clooov (cough). Then it dawned on me, the coffee aftertaste, coffee was not supposed to be bitter in Israel. I was choking. Heeeelp!

Very well written! Great detail! I enjoyed it.