I love to think back and getting reminded about my travels in Palestine. It was highly interesting to experience both Israel and Palestine by my own, to talk to people, and see the daily life outside the news. We left Jerusalem in the morning, and when we arrived in Ramallah, I felt like a coffee. So we looked around, and walked into an old café: heart-warming people, Arabic music, and the worst coffee of my life!
The coffee had caraway in it which is a great spice but not within a mix for coffee. However, as a caffeine-lover I drunk it all, and now I can say for sure: it was the worst coffee of my life!
I had the Worst Coffee of my life in Ramallah, Palestine
