Last night, I spent about three hours trying, vigoursly, to find more about tea. Recently, I was inspired by a friend of mine who made some incredible tea. All she did was throw some star of annis, cinnamon bark and orange zest into a pot and I was drinking a very delicious cup of tea. As I was drinking this cup of heaven I was reminded of my search for tea.
About a year and a half ago, when I was India, I was staying in this mountain town in the Himalayas where tibatan refugees resided near the abode of the exailed King of Tibet, The Dalai Lama. There were tea shops a plenty. You could take a book, find a cafe and melt into the background. Essentially, it was a dream, a fantasy, an image that I have always wanted to be a part of. One problem, I didn’t like tea. I had this beautful pots of tea with hibiscus flower seeping into the water, tranforming it into a deep pink. I wanted so much to like tea. And this past year and a half, I have started to like it. But I haven’t found the same experience since. Everywhere I go there is only packet teas and loose leaf teas are rare. So, last night, I order myself a beginners kit and a book about herbal teas. I am excited to get started and show the world my love for tea