A cup of tea
And a treat to myself
I usually have a cup of tea at night, before bed. I am passionate about those red/pinky teas, but I recently bought an Earl Grey one. The first night I tasted it, it felt like an absolute concrete and strange flashback. Have you ever felt something like this before?
I was sitting in bed, watching a Korean TV show, waiting for my tea to cool down to a temperature I could sip. The moment I tasted that tea, the flashback hit me.
All of a sudden, I was 15 years old again. I was in a traditional afternoon British tea in a teahouse in Cambridge. It was cloudy, but a few sunbeams escaped through the clouds creating a slightly sunny atmosphere. There was a drizzle hitting the glass ceiling. And I was sipping an Earl Grey for the first time.
That was my first travel abroad, leaving my dear Brazil behind for a month. It was fascinating, magical, and dazzling. Even though it was not perfect, I made some of my best memories that month.
That night, in that one sip, it felt like a warm hug. And it made me realize how much I had changed. I grew older, smarter, and sensible. I have learned about myself and how to treat myself better, to love me. And, by that exact moment, that one sip of tea felt like pampering myself. And that was love to me.
