Camp Caffee

This café feels like a page out of a slow-living journal. The air smells like espresso and eucalyptus, the chairs are mismatched, and the walls wear soft colors. I ordered their chai latte with oat milk—creamy, spiced, and grounding. It’s not just a place to get coffee—it’s a space to feel present. Around me, some were reading, some journaling, and some just sipping in silence. No one needed to perform, be loud, or “do” anything. Here, existing quietly is more than enough. And in today’s world, that feels like a blessing.