April 2, 2005
July 25, 2005
I have been in Romania for the last couple of weeks. About forty other Americans and I went to six different villages to help with church work there. The Romanian people were so gracious to us. They made us feel very welcome. It was good to be with them. I notice that I am still speaking in short sentences. I am still talking as if an interpreter is going to translate for me.
The only real problem I encountered while there was the size of the coffee cups at the hotel we were lodged in. They were very small. At home I drink out of a Starbucks coffee mug that is the size of a small barrel. I knew the first day I was in trouble. There was no way I could consume enough coffee in these tiny tea cups to fight off the inevitable caffeine withdrawal mega headache that was undoubtedly headed my way.
The coffee was in a pump top decanter with a little tap on the front. I considered bending down and putting my mouth under the spicket and draining the coffee straight into my mouth while no one was looking. Fortunately, I restrained myself. While this may be perfectly acceptable at a Jones family gathering it was probably not the impression we want to leave the Romanian people of an American.
(It is difficult to explain to someone living in another country the difference between a normal American and a Brother Jones American with an impending caffeine withdrawal headache).
The good news is I caused NO INTERNATIONAL INCIDENTS THIS TIME
…that I am aware of…
(unlike the unfortunate Morocco situation from a few years ago) but we wont talk about that right now.
I took a lot of pictures while in Romania. You can see a few of my favorites in my Portfolio Section.
August 18, 2005
I’ve always said there is only one thing worse than waking up to find the fire department burning down houses in your neighborhood… and thats waking up to find you used up all your coffee yesterday morning and forgot to get any more. This is the dilemma I find myself in today.
This morning I was forced to resort to my emergency backup system (those little flavored international instant coffees)… but this is no substitute for the real thing.
Sure, I could get in the car and go to the store and buy some more coffee, but that would require extra effort on my part and I am just not willing to make that kind of extra effort at this point in my life…
…so I am going to stay put here in my studio and hope that coffee magically appears downstairs in the next few hours… because if that doesn’t happen… today is going to get real ugly for me real quick.
October 7, 2005
I have done a lot of pictures over the years of teachers sitting behind their school desks. I usually put an apple on the desk somewhere. That is the age old stereotype; the student brings an apple to the teacher. My mom taught elementary school for over thirty years and during that time I am sure she received several apples as gifts from her students…
…but that was a lot of years ago…
…what do students bring their teachers now as gifts of appreciation?
My teacher wife, Karen, came home last weekend from her class with a big bag of Verona blend, whole bean coffee. One of her students who works at Starbucks brought the bag in as a gift.
Now that’s what I call one really great 2005 teachers apple!
March 29, 2007
One of my wife’s students just returned from Honduras with a bag of coffee for her… which means one of my wife’s students just returned from Honduras with a bag of coffee for ME! …hoo HOO!
The tag on the bag said these coffee cherries were hand picked, peeled, washed and clarified with pure mountain water by a centuries old process. The wet beans then dry on the patios of small growers, are sent to a 400 year old colonial town in Western Honduras and finally… and this is my favorite part… quoting the tag… “only the finest beans are selected by delicate women’s hands”.
I wouldn’t want it any other way.