If There’s Coffee on Mars, I’m Packing My Bags

Space travel feels like a dream wrapped in science fiction—a place for astronauts and thrill-seekers, not someone who gets dizzy tying her shoes. But then I imagine something wildly unexpected: a steaming cup of espresso brewed by solar flares, the universe’s own barista. Suddenly, space doesn’t feel so distant or cold.

It’s funny how small comforts ground us, even when we’re talking about planets millions of miles away. The idea of sipping coffee while floating in a gravity-free yoga dome? Or wandering dusty hiking trails with a camera ready to catch the perfect cosmic shot? That’s the kind of invitation that makes me think: maybe I *could* do this.

Space exploration doesn’t have to be about giant leaps or heroic missions. It can be about finding beauty and ritual in the unknown, bringing a little warmth and humor to the vastness. After all, if I can find a moment of calm and a good cup of coffee anywhere, why not off Earth?

Until then, I’ll keep dreaming—and maybe perfect my latte art.