Against all stereotypes, South Korea was not a land of tea and honey. It was a place of milk and coffee. On nearly every street corner in both Cheongju and Seoul there stands a coffee shop/cafe. From Dunkin Donuts (I kid you not) to my favourite, called Angel in Us, the preferred drink was, by far, coffee. So much so that I started drinking it again out of sheer desperation for my morning caffeine. About five years ago, I quit coffee after having one too many cases of the jitters and have been a dedicated, not to mention smug, black tea drinker ever since.
But then I went to Korea.
But then I read that Sharath says "coffee is prana."
But then I did the Rohatsu sesshin and got about twelve hours of sleep during the entire week, cumulatively.
|See, I must be an intellectual. I drink coffee and isn't that the New York Times open to...the op-ed page?|
It feels good to be back.