Each morning, when I am at home, I drink tea from a cup made of Japanese porcelain. To my mind, my choice of tea (Darjeeling from Kalej Valley FTGFOP1) tastes best when enjoyed from that cup. I have not used the same one, since buying the first ones in Tokyo many years ago, because they tend to get broken (always a traumatic experience). I was first drawn to their design, but soon learned to appreciate the subtle difference in flavor that they delivered.
My most-recent purchase of these cups was at Disney World’s Epcot Center in Orlando, almost ten years ago. I recall being surprised to find them in the inevitable shop connected with the country exhibition. I bought two. One was broken a few years ago; the second has survived many a close call and careful handling. Until yesterday...
I am not sure what I am mourning: the cup’s breaking, after being knocked over by my wife (I considered divorce for a fleeting moment) or my having to drink tea from an inferior vessel. Given my access to cheap tickets, I’m even considering a quick trip to either Orlando or Tokyo. I have not found similar cups in Europe, although I must admit to not searching, as long as one remained.
From the magnitude of this event, most should be able to gauge what a charmed life I lead. Still, morning tea is a ritual, if not as ingrained and traditional as a Japanese tea ceremony.
Prior to writing novels, the author enjoyed a multifaceted career: from decorated combat aviator to advertising professional to global communications director of a major consumer brand. He has traveled the world and met sports, film and television stars, political leaders, and royalty. He graduated from Middlebury College, is married, lives in Germany, and has two grown children.