Cafe con Juliana

Something dreadful has happened. I, T-Capucha (google-translate it.), have become a coffee snob. "What? No! This can't be happening." I know my friend. I'm just as sad and shocked as you are.

Here's the thing. I've never been a big coffee drinker...and I'm still not. But I have learned to appreciate a cup of coffee now and again (thanks to the free coffee every Sunday morning at my church with the super sugary creamer!). But tonight when Juliana and I had our Spanglish date (I teach her some English, she teaches me some Spanish...its awesome), I ordered cafe con leche and for the first time ever I thought there was too much leche and not enough cafe. (They really should have called if leche con cafe cause that was like a drop of coffee in a cup of milk.)

I don't know what's the matter with me. Too much milk? Normally, this is what my coffee looks like in the States:

You think I'm kidding. I'm not.

I guess I'm just going to have to face it: I'm starting to like the taste of coffee.

Who am I? What is the Dor doing to me?

Existential crisis going on here.