AROUND THE WORLD in 23 YEARS

Think about that, a magic carpet ride from one end of the earth to another.

I was fortunate enough to do it, albeit my journey took 23 years not 80 days.

My magic carpet was Air Emirates, one of the world's premier carpets that connected me to places that I had only read about in National Geographic.

My journey began in 1997 in Sri Lanka, aka Celon, the tea-growing capital of the world. It was here in the late 1800s that Sir Thomas Lipton acquired his first tea plantation and the ubiquitous Lipton Tea Bag was born.

I had the unique experience of spending a night at the original Lipton Plantation processing facility that had been converted to an Inn.

They still process tea leaves there converting the green leaves into rich black tea.

"The orthodox tea-making method is the most commonly used. In this process, the tea leaves go through four stages: withering, rolling, oxidation and drying"

Think about it, how many people on earth have the opportunity to travel anywhere, much less to exotic locals where people and process combine to change the world. Thomas Lipton did just that, he did not invent tea-bags, but he did recognize that packaging was the way to introduce tea drinking to the mass market.

This is the beginning of my trip around the world, I will continue the journey on my blog, one exciting, exotic, and sometimes dangerous experience after another.

Stay tuned.

Comments

IT MUST BE SUNDAY

" Life is like a river, if you cannot let go of the past, it will drag you down the stream.” ―Amit Ray I've Been Thinking... A few months ago, I was talking to a friend of mine about life when he said to me: “Maria, if you want something new, you are going to have to first get rid of the old. It’s the only way to make room.” Damn, I thought. Ain’t that the truth? One of my big New Year’s resolutions for 2020 was to clear out the old in every area of my life. I had made a promise to myself that this would be the year I would take a hard look at how I was living my life: my beliefs, my attachments, and all my stuff. I started sorting through things from my office, things from my time as First Lady of California, things from my parents, things from my kids (do yourself a favor and do not save all of your kids’ school things like I did), and so many other things that had found their way into storage when life got the best of me. In fact, I was already in the thick of shredding, di...

PLEASE GOD, SAY IT ISN'T SO

Pause. Breathe. BY MARIA SHRIVER It’s okay not to be okay today. I certainly wasn’t okay when I went to bed. I hit the hay way too late. I ate way too much. I bit off my nails. I didn’t have the evening I thought I was going to have. It felt reminiscent of 2016 at times. It was a total roller coaster. (I'm writing this as the election has yet to be called.) I know most of us are waking up feeling confused, sad, angry, bewildered. Most of all just exhausted. We’ve all been through a lot, and while we have been through it together, we have also all gone through it in our own personal way. It’s brought up so much for so many, so go easy today. Put your hand over your heart. Feel it beating, close your eyes. Breathe. Honor yourself for making it to this moment. For having made the effort to make your voice heard, even if you didn’t get everything you wanted. Honor the fact that you stepped up. You were a part of history. Think about that. For me...

TRUMP-OUR OWN WILLY LOMAN

"Death of a Salesman is not set during the Depression but it bears its mark, as does Willy Loman, a sixty-three-year-old salesman, who stands baffled by his failure. Certainly in memory, he returns to that period, as if personal and national fate were somehow intertwined, while in spirit, according to Miller, he also reaches back to the more expansive and confident, if empty, 1920s, when, according to a president of the United States, the business of America was business. And since he inhabits ‘‘the greatest country in the world,’’ a world of Manifest Destiny, where can the fault lie but in himself? If personal meaning, in this cheerleader society, lies in success, then failure must threaten identity itself. No wonder Willy shouts out his name. He is listening for an echo. No wonder he searches desperately back through his life for evidence of the moment he took a wrong path; no wonder he looks to the next generation to give him back that life by achieving what had slipped so un...

Search This Blog