There is only one thing that can ease my tank irritation along the highway: Starbucks. I guess the barista along the A4 towards Amsterdam can now dream my order. Around nine o'clock, I walk in with an urgent caffeine request. A cappuccino with a double shot of espresso that is occasionally topped up with a splash of caramel flavor for extra enjoyment. And when it's really a party, I take the well-known chocolate cookie, raspberry cheesecake, or Oreo cake towards the Amayzine editorial office.

The above three were really the winners as far as I was concerned when it came to a Starbucks treat. Until… Kiek and I stepped onto the plane towards Ibiza. At Schiphol, I quickly grabbed a coffee to go before heading towards the gate (quickly). ‘Oh, and add a muffin to that. Nice for on the plane.’ ‘Do you want the muffin to go as well?’ asked the girl behind the cash register. ‘That's not really the intention...’ Not the intention? Sorry? And there the sign with the muffin was pushed under our noses. Oh god, of course, this is not really the intention. The muffin was warm, filled with melted milk chocolate topped with a flambéed marshmallow explosion. Something that delicious should not be stuck inside a bag. It needs to be warm. Melted and perfectly at temperature straight into our mouths. The S’mores muffin from Starbucks, so remember it. I'm already looking forward to Monday: an empty tank and the A4…