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!