The most beautiful cup of tea

Just one of the beauties of tea is the comfort of the process: measured quality whole leaf, purified water brought to a boil and steeped for a measured few moments. The brew is cradled, inhaled, and savored. One cup leads to another and another.  Tea drinking becomes the glue, the dance, and the chorus of life lived large.  It is easy to obtain quality coffee while traveling.  Even the meanest mini-mart in Nowhere offers a double-skinny latte.

The tea drinker has more options, mind you, but none of them good: pack Lipton and rip the filter out of the motel-room coffee maker; pack your own whole leaf in disposable bags and beg hot water from restaurants; bring your own little tea pot.