Searching for tea in America
Greetings from warm and sunny California! Jeal? I thought so.
For my birthday, Scott surprised me with a trip to San Francisco and Napa. Best husband ever! In TV shows and movies, you always see the man surprising the woman with a packed bag and a plane ticket. Surprise! We’re off to the Caribbean tonight! You swoon. You think you’d like that. But in real life, I would hate that. Scott gave me two weeks’ notice and he did not pack a bag for me. Thank GAWD. I don’t even want to know what he would have packed for me. He believes in only bringing a carry-on and two pairs of shoes, tops.
Yes, two weeks is the right amount of lead time to get really excited (and get a few new outfits and get my eyebrows threaded).
California is great!
I have to say I did have a slightly cranky traveler on my hands the first few days because we could not find a cup of “proper” tea to save our lives. On the first night, we stayed with my sister who moved to San Francisco last year and she had an array of tea bags to choose from. When Scott asked if she just had plain tea, she replied, “I have Earl Grey so I figured that’s the same.”
Earl Grey is not the same.
She made him a lovely cup of (some kind of) tea served with fresh milk in a glass bottle from a local dairy farm. Very California. Scott said, “It tastes like Christmas.” And not in a good way.
At our hotel in Sonoma, we searched through their tea offerings at breakfast. They had everything you could think of–chamomile, green, peppermint, Rooibos, orange spice, Earl Grey, raspberry, chai, vanilla, Constant Comment–except regular tea.
We stopped at fancy and non-fancy local coffee shops. No regular tea. Always met with, “But Earl Grey is the same, right?”
As we were walking down Main Street in Napa one morning, Scott spotted a Starbucks. A proper cuppa awaits! (Well, not exactly. Their tea bags look like beautiful silky potpourri sachets, but he was happy enough.)
We sat in the sunshine, him drinking a good cup of tea, me drinking iced tea. Scott talked about moving to America and running a small business. (His business plan has some holes, but he plans to offer every customer a cup of Yorkshire tea when they step on the premises.) Drinking and dreaming. Ah, vacation.
Don’t worry, the lack of tea isn’t slowing us down anymore. We’re drinking plenty of wine to make up for it.