This week began with a whirring drone in my head. Drenching in the bright sunshine, nor heart-thumping music seemed to inject energy in my buckling knees. All signs of an ageing body (wink!) after an adrenaline-pumped week-long vacation. I didn't need much caffeine, since each day was invigorating by itself.
Commencing the journey with a red-eye flight from Seattle, I wanted to try Seattle's Best Coffee. What I received was a dose of extra-hot, extra burnt black liquid; oodles of milk and sugar couldn't mask the bitterness. After consuming 1/10th of the acrid liquid, I dumped it.
Fast forward, next morning at Dulles Airport, rushing to catch a connecting flight, I stopped at Maui Wowi. A colorful Hawaiian shack, I'd paused here because there was just one other person in queue.
Having never tried a Hawaiian concoction, I decided to try the most tongue-twisted concoction, which I kept repeating to myself, before I reached the counter.
"I'd like a Coco Loco Mocha," I said triumphantly aloud, before a smile crept onto my face. Just the sound of it transports me to a beach-bench.
The coffee was superbly prepared - coconut liqueur, coffee, cream and loads of chocolate sauce and sugar - my diet caution was thrown to the wind.
Most friends we visited are zealous tea connoisseurs. Sipping on cups of warmth, conversations were endless, and laughter rolled easily. Of them, one is particularly keen about her tea, especially right amount of ginger. Since she reads this blog, she made sure I had my morning cuppa of coffee, smooth and flavorful (thanks Urvi!)
Back at my work desk, the coffee is back to its measured customs, but without company to share, it just doesn't taste the same.
Commencing the journey with a red-eye flight from Seattle, I wanted to try Seattle's Best Coffee. What I received was a dose of extra-hot, extra burnt black liquid; oodles of milk and sugar couldn't mask the bitterness. After consuming 1/10th of the acrid liquid, I dumped it.
Having never tried a Hawaiian concoction, I decided to try the most tongue-twisted concoction, which I kept repeating to myself, before I reached the counter.
"I'd like a Coco Loco Mocha," I said triumphantly aloud, before a smile crept onto my face. Just the sound of it transports me to a beach-bench.
The coffee was superbly prepared - coconut liqueur, coffee, cream and loads of chocolate sauce and sugar - my diet caution was thrown to the wind.
Most friends we visited are zealous tea connoisseurs. Sipping on cups of warmth, conversations were endless, and laughter rolled easily. Of them, one is particularly keen about her tea, especially right amount of ginger. Since she reads this blog, she made sure I had my morning cuppa of coffee, smooth and flavorful (thanks Urvi!)
Back at my work desk, the coffee is back to its measured customs, but without company to share, it just doesn't taste the same.
