Well as they say, when in Rome...
So we ordered the coffee ceremony. After our meal our server came round with a pan of roasting coffee beans and had us smell the aroma. She then brought out a bowl of popcorn "coffee snack" she declared. The coffee was then presented to us on this box, holding the coffee pot, two cups, spoons, sugar and a container of burning incense. It was really neat.
Then came the moment of truth, would I actually drink the stuff? I was actually quite nervous about it. I thought after all of this coolness of experience, what if I really hate it? I took a sip, and then another. I loved it. And matched my husband cup for cup drinking it all up. Isn't this a cute little cup?
Since we've been back, I've started having coffee cravings. I've tried a few kinds, love Tim's, not so much a fan of the Starbucks Sumatra (though J assures me there's a blend for me there). So it's true, while I'm a tea granny at heart, I've found a place for coffee in my life after all.
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