And on the third day we went to Starbucks

We were up at 3:30 in the morning again and figured we would be unable to combat the jetlag without a little coffee. We waited the seven hours until the stores started opening and rode our bikes to Starbucks. I don’t know that I have the words to describe how good our tall drips tasted. Drip coffee is about the same price per cup as in Seattle, but whole beans cost about $20 a pound, and that’s not for fair trade, organic, free range coffee either, which is what we’re used to paying through the nose for. I know we should probably switch to tea, but we have been dealing very well with every other aspect of culture shock. Allow us just this one thing.