Teaholic.


I have a very good friend. She is Irish and she is amazed by the way I drink tonnes of tea, because Im Spanish and that's not exactly normal. She is a tea worshipper and this story about how I felt in love with it is for her.


When I was 9 I used to stay afterschool for the drammaclub
and we used to sneak into the staffroom
And they had tea bags everywhere
and butter cookies too.
I thought it was manzanilla or something like that
and when I poured the water and it turned red, I simply loved it
and someone told me, his mother used to add a little of milk.
I always like to experiment
so that's what I did.
I tasted it, and I emmediately got hooked on it
and so I grab like 14 bags of tea for home 
because not only had I made an epic discovery but
tea made me look older, refine and different.

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  1. Oh Luciiiia, I love it!
    What a wonderful story! What a connection!
    You are like a little drop of moonglow down here on Earth...perfectly formed, wonderful and full of glow! I love you! And I love tea! :)

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