On the road, i am looking for constants. My brain needs some sort of anchors in the changing landscape. On my last trips, I noticed my feet taking me to a certain coffee shop in an airport. Perfect day cafe. “What a perfect name” i catch myself thinking. We all need a perfect day. And today is the perfect day. I walk. I breath. I smell the coffee. It’s perfect.
What makes this coffee shop even more perfect is its special coffee they have daily. Today’s special is Poomalai au lait: espresso, milk, cinnamon. Exactly what I needed. I also learn that the coffee beans come from the forest farms – Poomalai – which means land of the flowers. In closed my eyes, and my senses took me to Kerala of south India.
What a special perfect day!