I'm out of town for a few days, having caught a train from Oxford to somewhere in Germany, going via the large tunnel under the sea that now connects Great Britain with France.
As the large "Eurostar" train wended its way through the northern European countryside, I enjoyed a fine cup of tieguanyin, kindly supplied by John. Picked in Anxi, bought by John in Guangdong, taken back to the USA, posted from California to Oxford, and finally taken on a train across Europe, this is a well-travelled tea, to say the least. It gave me pause for thought about the really rather unique nature of tea-friendships.
Now in a random German hotel, the little qingxiang green pot in which I placed the tieguanyin accompanies me as the sun sets.