At my first job I got to get on a medical mission trip in Honduras. People were so warm there. We lived at an US base on the beach. Every morning before work we were served home made breakfast, fresh cut papayas and freshly brewed delish coffee at a gazebo on the sand. The coffee was rich and flavorful that I just had it with milk, first time ever. Did I mention the live acoustic guitar in the background? Life was good then. I have not be able to find that cup of coffee again.