For those of you who are unaware, I don’t drink tea or coffee…so yes, being in Haiti, D.R….IRELAND has been mildly difficult to be hospitable and gracious and refuse when people offer these beverages. Yet, I haven’t really felt too guilty, I can always just fake a nosebleed and run out of the room, but after a while it just takes a toll on your body faking spontaneous nosebleeds…one of these times someone might actually make my nose bleed. SO yesterday, we were at Betel House, here in Rathkill, Ireland handing out flyers to advertise the way in which the men in the rehab house afford to stay there, selling refurbished furniture and lawn/gardening work…and it is cold here in Ireland…so one of the men offered us tea. I didn’t say no, but I didn’t say yes, so when he came back in asking us if we wanted sugar…well it looked like I was in a bit of a bind, one he was blocking the door so no escape (nosebleed…), two he had already prepared the tea, three I knew where the sink was so I could dump it if I wanted, four eh what the heck I’ve made it through 4 years of college without caffeinated beverages, what is there to prove…
So I said, give me as many as you can! I received a tea with milk (of course, this is a country formerly under British-rule and that’s how the British take their tea) and three sugars.
I tried it…
AND I LIKED IT!
For shame, all these years, all of those condescending stares, and I liked it. SO here I am now in a coffee shop back in Bray before our workday, drinking a grande Earl Grey tea, with milk and just two sugars, I am weaning myself off, trying to like the tea and not the sugar…plus I’m pretty sure three might stop my heart. There you have it, pride comes before the fall…
I have fallen for tea, Grandma Smith must be so proud. It’s true, there is a bit of Brit in Brittany, she’ll take her tea with milk and a spot of sugar.
