Greetings, friends!

In an attempt to escape the daily grind, I booked an espresso flight to Java. I thought I'd stay at the Maxwell House, but they wanted too many Starbucks per night.

Still feeling perky, I hung out at the beach reading the French Press until I roasted. Now feeling rather bold, I made instant friends with the Hills Brothers and a local gal named Sanka.

We climbed a Green Mountain, but the height made me jittery.

So we returned to barhop between the Cafe Americano and the Nescafe, and met new friends: Bailey, Kahlua and Tia Maria. Later that evening we all enjoyed listening to Bach's Coffee Cantata (except for one Turkish fellow who turned out to be a drip).

Next day, however, news filtered in of trouble brewing with some Columbian imports. After hearing some shots, I took Seattle's Best flight back to the Pacific Northwest.

Glad to be home with Mr Coffee (Peet's a great guy!) and our cat Mocha.

Well, folks, that's the latest buzz.

Coffeebean

What a grind!

stimulating!

As I've been teetering for some time due to drinking too much coffee I propose we will meet in a tea-cosy ambiance in some tiny tearoom under a tea tree. If you just will take care of the tedious task of teaching me the coordinates of our meeting place I shall be recognizable by my tea colored T-shirt. We'll be fine as long as we'll avoid teaological and politeacal subjects and
after tea we might attend a Tea-picking Opera. We'll have fun!

Teetotaller Bran.

Beau-tea-ful!